Pre: Story
WARNING: This story may contain traces of: spoilers, tortures, memory loss, magical spells, AU after fifth year, swords, powerful spells, badly written but still very awesome duels, rambling author notes and anime references. Engage at your discretion.
THE OTHER WARNING: This author is currently very busy and suffers from severe cases of bad humor. Take the WARNING seriously, just not the author in general.
There is a place. Somewhere. Where hourglass of time stands still, a prison disguised as a palace, where the sinners go. Where the unwanted go, to rot in peace, away from the innocent, where time stood still for them, to let them suffer for all eternity. It's a beautiful place, full of life and colors. Almost all tossed inside are hopeful at first, but quickly spiraled into madness after barely a day.
Children are rarely tossed in. They are a blank slate, a clean board, where their parents are the ones to write on them, to shape them, to teach them. Nothing is ever innocent, no matter what people claimed, though children came very close to it.
Yes, children are rarely seen in this place, full of screams and cries and cracked fists bounding on the heaving doors. Except for two, a pair that makes one. Twins
Twins of Misfortune.
The scapegoats the mad king and even madder subjects of the small poor country blamed at every wrong. They were princes once; the top of the class, their authority was only rivaled by the king's. They were shunned because they can do the one thing they can't do.
Magic.
Their mother, the queen of the country was a powerful witch, the descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin, she never wanted a child, and much less twins and she feared they would take away the king's potion induced love. She didn't want to share that poisoned love, so she was the first one to elude her children.
When the twins were born, when they started to show magic at the young age of four, wandless controlled magic, helping each other. Powerful children capable of great things, terrible things the kingdom saw instead.
They took away their names, took away their titles, took away their everything. Except for the very thing they hated them for, magic.
In the prison – palace they resided, they developed their magic, still wandless, the only thing that could entertain a pair of youngsters. They turned magic into an art form, invented new spells and new incantations that only they could voice. They were happy, for a time. They thought up new names for themselves, not wanting to remember the filth their so called parents gave them instead.
The oldest called himself Fai, like they eyes that was once a bright blue, now turned cold and crimson; like flying, the only thing he wondered what would be like. A malevolent child with no home, but a loving child as well. Ambitious and intelligent.
The youngest named himself Kai, admiring his brother, worshiping. A cold and unsympathetic child, not wanting to open his heart in fear of hurting it more.
Their magic reached its peak, the kingdom reached its doom. The king, power hungry, wanting to win the war, not caring about anything that stood in his way, only wanting victory, at all costs. His battalions are not enough to defeat the opposing side, but was too stubborn to surrender no matter how much his advisers screamed in the king's ear in between piles of papers.
He summoned whatever he could spare to the twin's palace, wanting only one to win his war, thinking how the one he chose would be so grateful to be away from that wretched hell-hole it would beg for its freedom on its knees. An 'it,' because demon children like them don't deserve to be on the same standing as them 'innocent' people.
He took the one with the cold black eyes, Kai, not caring and not anticipating the anguish its older brother would experience. He doesn't care about anyone else, only himself and his victory.
He tore Kai away from his brother, half ordering and half whipping the child to kneel before him, to fight for him, to love him as the father he never was and never wanted to be, to die for him. When Kai didn't relent, he threatened to kill him, to beat him, to make him into a mindless puppet that he would set upon the other demon child.
In a fit of rage, Kai released his magic, fueled by his hate; his brother's hate, and destroyed the country, and everyone in it, hating everything that sprawled the hill, the mountains, and the rivers.
He went to sleep then, replenishing his magic, waiting for Fai to break out of the prison he dragged so unceremoniously from, waiting for the reunion.
His brother did break through, the magic of the prison still lingered on him, stopping him from ageing as he pushed himself forward to find his little brother. Forever watching for a pair of obsidian black eyes.
"You know Hermione just because you got a book of children's fairytales doesn't mean you have to read each story out loud every single time we are alone." The redhead lounging against the wall shook his head, wanting desperately to focus on the Transfiguration essay he was unfortunately burdened with.
"They are not just fairytales, they are legends," the girl with the bushy brown hair and half a dozen books huffed indignantly.
"So what?"
"All stories are laced with truths, you might never know if the author actually hid some meaning behind them." Said the boy with the messy hair and the rounded glasses, skinny as a board.
"Wouldn't it be simply wonderful to meet one of the twins, and let them teach us their unique wandless magic! It would be so fascinating!" Two sets of groans were heard on either side of Hermione, which huffed in return. "Honestly, it would be a great experience, we could learn loads. Oh stop doing that Harry."
Their paths suddenly became cold, as if a weak dementor has infiltrated through the gazillion wards that surround Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stopping the trio right in their tracks.
"You should not wander so close to the dungeons, I doubt anyone or anything that may reside down here would spare a thought before attacking the famous Golden Trio," voice silky, low and dangerous. Black robes and greasy hair, accompanied with slightly wet onyx eyes. He was well within ear shot of hearing the story about the twins, no one dared any more to spare a thought on how he could always appear instantly.
The trio nodded tensely, each holding their breath for fear of even more points abducted by the infamous dungeon bat. "And put that book away Miss Granger, and never speak of that story again. There is a reason it was cut out from the later editions."
With an inaudible sigh, the trio went back to their dormitories, half surprised the Potions Master did not take any points from their house. They could not afford to lose any more, with the Umbridge fiasco and all. One of them is muttering about a 'greasy git,' another shouting indignantly about the shame of wasting such a good book like this. Only one looked back.
Harry potter looked back towards the semi-dark corridor he and his friends just emerged from. He could clearly make out the still form of his third most hated professor, his long fingered hand over his suddenly young face, giving Harry a visible shake of his head, telling him to let this go.
The bat turned to go, leaving a frozen Harry Potter on the many staircases of Hogwarts. Frozen in shock.
He could hear the voice in his head that sounded so much like Snape's, silky, but younger, more melancholy. It whispered a phrase, a small spark of Legilimency, silently wishing for its brother, but also issuing a warning.
Stay away…from us…stay away…to keep safe…
He could hear Ron calling him, but not wanting to more. The memory of Snape in that corridor is seeped into his mind, storing for a later use, bringing the less than pleasant memory of the Chamber of Secrets up to front. He could never imagine that Snape could display so much of his emotions just through his eyes.
The same pair of eyes that mocked him time and time again, calling him names, insulting his grades. He could never forget those eyes. The same pair of eyes that was screwed shut in agony, in fear, in bright happiness that would never make it to adulthood in the memories Harry had managed to score in his nightly lessons of Occulumency. It was so cold now, so frightening to see.
That pair of black eyes.
A/N: I think I dropped too many hints.
OK, I recently got re-obsessed with Harry Potter after the whole tornado with the Helena Potter thing on this very site. I am more mature now and appreciates better fanfiction that has more angst and blood in them. This story should go for about 12-15 chapters, they are all planned out and most of them are already written, so the wait to update will not be that long. But still, I'm juggling 4 fanfictions at the same time so give me a break if the updates are all over the place.
Again, updates will be irregular. I plan to finish this story within the year.
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