Destiny's Shadows
A/n: Okay, this is the official sequel to Destiny's Path! The title may
change, though I don't think it is likely. I will notify as many as I can
should I change it later on.
This is just a short prologue. More is coming, that I promise.
The extended summary of this story is: Voldemort has been destroyed. Lucius hungers to become more than what his master once was. All he needs is the person who destroyed Voldemort-Hermione Granger. A war is brewing between the Muggles and the wizards. Hermione is distant and unresponsive since she was sent home. Harry is the only one who can really reach her. But why can they suddenly read one another's minds, dream the same things at the same time, and get visions of one another? And what is up with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher-why does he seem so interested in Hermione?
Here is a short summary of the first story for any new readers. Though I would appreciate it if any new people would check out the first part *looks hopefully* you should be able to understand this one through the summary. Any old readers can just skip on down below and read the prologue.
Hermione and Draco are both accepted for a group consisting of one student from each House, The Key, which is designed to protect the school. Should the four-the other two are Jenna from Ravenclaw, a character I made up, and Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff-break apart, the Light side will crumble and Dark will take over. Draco is betraying them to his father. Lucius orders Hermione's capture, hoping to turn her to the Dark side. She knows she cannot allow herself to go over to the Dark side, but if she allows herself to be killed, the Dark side will take over the Light, due to her involvement with The Key. She agrees to become a Death Eater. She hides this secret from Harry and Ron, but both are suspicious, Harry in particular, who has begun to harbor feelings stronger than friendship for her.
Lucius Malfoy tells Hermione and Draco that they have captured Sirius and found out a secret entrance into the school and that they plan to invade. Hermione, who has a spell on her so that she cannot tell anyone anything, is forced to keep silent. Harry is warned by a mysterious letter that an attack is coming. He hides. Voldemort comes and traps everyone in the Great Hall. He reveals Hermione in front of everyone. Harry breaks in and most escape. Hermione does not. He and Ron do.
Draco overhears his father telling Voldemort how much he hates him (Draco). Voldemort intends to kill him. He decides to run away. He feels guilty at betraying Hermione to his father and takes her along. After a lot of running and hiding, they meet up with Harry and Ron in the Forbidden Forest and the four are taken by Dumbledore to a secret hideout. There they are informed that they must be the ones to take down Voldemort, no one else can. They agree, reluctantly.
They venture down into the unsealed Chamber of Secrets, where Voldemort has set up his new headquarters. Ron goes elsewhere to save Sirius. Draco sacrifices himself to save Hermione, giving her the protection Harry once had. Voldemort does not realize this and tries to kill her. A green light of rope-the Avada Kedavera curse itself-extends between the two, slowly draining the life from both. Only the stronger will be left alive. Harry becomes attached as well, and the two together are strong enough to defeat Voldemort.
Lucius and Wormtail escape, as well as many other Death Eaters. Ron and Sirius save them and Sirius and Dumbledore speak of what and when to tell Hermione and Harry of their new status: as the Chosen Two. The story continues . . .
Prologue
"I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind Human pride sings a vengeful song
Inspired by the times you've been walked on."
--Creed
His footsteps echoed along the long concrete hall, reverberating around him. He walked in steady strides that carried him easily and quickly along the corridor. He held his head high in a regal manner and his expression gave the impression that he was far too important to be there. The man radiated a feeling of arrogance. His eyes remained firmly forward on the steel door at the end of the corridor. He did not take the time to look around at the people in the prison cells surrounding him. Many of them called out to him for help, or called out to him in anger. He didn't acknowledge a single one of them.
He reached the door. It was guarded on either side by a tall, shadowy, demonic figure cloaked in black. They hovered inches above the ground like ebony ghosts. Rippling hoods cascaded down over their faces, concealing the horrors beneath them. They gave off a feeling of despair, misery, and desolation that traveled to all those around them. No happy thoughts entered this place that they did not steal. The man stopped in front of them, far closer than many would dare come. This man had no happy thoughts to steal and therefore the Dementors did not effect him. They never had.
"Move aside," he snapped and the Dementors followed his instruction, drifting in a spectral fashion off to the side and allowing the man to open the door.
There were two more guarding the other side of the door. More hovered at intervals along this next hall. This was where the most dangerous prisoners were kept. Not many remained here for long, with so many Dementors as guards. Many went mad in days---some in no more than twenty- four hours. It was rare when a prisoner here managed to live out his entire sentence and when it did happen, they never dared attempt another crime again.
The man sought out one of the cells near the end of the hall. A Dementor positioned at the door floated out of the man's way as he unlocked the barred door. The man inside was rolled into a fetal position on the hard, cot-like bed. Whimpers came from him softly every now and then, disgusting the man at such a display of weakness. The only light in the cell was provided by the midnight moon shining its light ever so subtley down into the cell and from the hand of the man that lay on the cot. The hand of pure light gave off enough light to guide the man to the cot easily, once his eyes had adjusted.
The man walked over and gave the second man a brutal shove. The curled figure rolled over, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. He leaped to his feet and bowed low. "You have come for me as you promised!" he squeaked in hopeful disbelief.
The man's arrogance was stronger than ever as he looked down on the pathetic, traitorious weasel before him. He held only contempt for the man and would easily have left him there. Unfortunately, it was this man whom he needed.
"Wormtail," voiced the man quietly and powerfully. "I told you what you were to give me should I do this. Do you agree to the terms? For I will kill you should you say yes and betray me and I will leave you should you say no. Consider before replying."
Wormtail gave a frightened sound and shook his head. "Yes, I will do whatever, sir. I cannot stay here any longer. Please take me!"
"You agree then? You will not get another Light Attachment."
A look of fear crossed Wormtail's face and he wrung his hands nervously, but he nodded nonetheless. "I am sure. Take me out of here! Any pain I must suffer will be better than this. How will we get past the Dementors?"
The man snorted indignantly as though this was a question only a simple- minded fool would ask. "They will do what I tell them to do. I got in, did I not?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then let us go. We have no time to waste."
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A/n: Okay, that's the prologue. The first chapter will be uploaded in a few days. R/r!
This is just a short prologue. More is coming, that I promise.
The extended summary of this story is: Voldemort has been destroyed. Lucius hungers to become more than what his master once was. All he needs is the person who destroyed Voldemort-Hermione Granger. A war is brewing between the Muggles and the wizards. Hermione is distant and unresponsive since she was sent home. Harry is the only one who can really reach her. But why can they suddenly read one another's minds, dream the same things at the same time, and get visions of one another? And what is up with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher-why does he seem so interested in Hermione?
Here is a short summary of the first story for any new readers. Though I would appreciate it if any new people would check out the first part *looks hopefully* you should be able to understand this one through the summary. Any old readers can just skip on down below and read the prologue.
Hermione and Draco are both accepted for a group consisting of one student from each House, The Key, which is designed to protect the school. Should the four-the other two are Jenna from Ravenclaw, a character I made up, and Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff-break apart, the Light side will crumble and Dark will take over. Draco is betraying them to his father. Lucius orders Hermione's capture, hoping to turn her to the Dark side. She knows she cannot allow herself to go over to the Dark side, but if she allows herself to be killed, the Dark side will take over the Light, due to her involvement with The Key. She agrees to become a Death Eater. She hides this secret from Harry and Ron, but both are suspicious, Harry in particular, who has begun to harbor feelings stronger than friendship for her.
Lucius Malfoy tells Hermione and Draco that they have captured Sirius and found out a secret entrance into the school and that they plan to invade. Hermione, who has a spell on her so that she cannot tell anyone anything, is forced to keep silent. Harry is warned by a mysterious letter that an attack is coming. He hides. Voldemort comes and traps everyone in the Great Hall. He reveals Hermione in front of everyone. Harry breaks in and most escape. Hermione does not. He and Ron do.
Draco overhears his father telling Voldemort how much he hates him (Draco). Voldemort intends to kill him. He decides to run away. He feels guilty at betraying Hermione to his father and takes her along. After a lot of running and hiding, they meet up with Harry and Ron in the Forbidden Forest and the four are taken by Dumbledore to a secret hideout. There they are informed that they must be the ones to take down Voldemort, no one else can. They agree, reluctantly.
They venture down into the unsealed Chamber of Secrets, where Voldemort has set up his new headquarters. Ron goes elsewhere to save Sirius. Draco sacrifices himself to save Hermione, giving her the protection Harry once had. Voldemort does not realize this and tries to kill her. A green light of rope-the Avada Kedavera curse itself-extends between the two, slowly draining the life from both. Only the stronger will be left alive. Harry becomes attached as well, and the two together are strong enough to defeat Voldemort.
Lucius and Wormtail escape, as well as many other Death Eaters. Ron and Sirius save them and Sirius and Dumbledore speak of what and when to tell Hermione and Harry of their new status: as the Chosen Two. The story continues . . .
Prologue
"I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind Human pride sings a vengeful song
Inspired by the times you've been walked on."
--Creed
His footsteps echoed along the long concrete hall, reverberating around him. He walked in steady strides that carried him easily and quickly along the corridor. He held his head high in a regal manner and his expression gave the impression that he was far too important to be there. The man radiated a feeling of arrogance. His eyes remained firmly forward on the steel door at the end of the corridor. He did not take the time to look around at the people in the prison cells surrounding him. Many of them called out to him for help, or called out to him in anger. He didn't acknowledge a single one of them.
He reached the door. It was guarded on either side by a tall, shadowy, demonic figure cloaked in black. They hovered inches above the ground like ebony ghosts. Rippling hoods cascaded down over their faces, concealing the horrors beneath them. They gave off a feeling of despair, misery, and desolation that traveled to all those around them. No happy thoughts entered this place that they did not steal. The man stopped in front of them, far closer than many would dare come. This man had no happy thoughts to steal and therefore the Dementors did not effect him. They never had.
"Move aside," he snapped and the Dementors followed his instruction, drifting in a spectral fashion off to the side and allowing the man to open the door.
There were two more guarding the other side of the door. More hovered at intervals along this next hall. This was where the most dangerous prisoners were kept. Not many remained here for long, with so many Dementors as guards. Many went mad in days---some in no more than twenty- four hours. It was rare when a prisoner here managed to live out his entire sentence and when it did happen, they never dared attempt another crime again.
The man sought out one of the cells near the end of the hall. A Dementor positioned at the door floated out of the man's way as he unlocked the barred door. The man inside was rolled into a fetal position on the hard, cot-like bed. Whimpers came from him softly every now and then, disgusting the man at such a display of weakness. The only light in the cell was provided by the midnight moon shining its light ever so subtley down into the cell and from the hand of the man that lay on the cot. The hand of pure light gave off enough light to guide the man to the cot easily, once his eyes had adjusted.
The man walked over and gave the second man a brutal shove. The curled figure rolled over, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. He leaped to his feet and bowed low. "You have come for me as you promised!" he squeaked in hopeful disbelief.
The man's arrogance was stronger than ever as he looked down on the pathetic, traitorious weasel before him. He held only contempt for the man and would easily have left him there. Unfortunately, it was this man whom he needed.
"Wormtail," voiced the man quietly and powerfully. "I told you what you were to give me should I do this. Do you agree to the terms? For I will kill you should you say yes and betray me and I will leave you should you say no. Consider before replying."
Wormtail gave a frightened sound and shook his head. "Yes, I will do whatever, sir. I cannot stay here any longer. Please take me!"
"You agree then? You will not get another Light Attachment."
A look of fear crossed Wormtail's face and he wrung his hands nervously, but he nodded nonetheless. "I am sure. Take me out of here! Any pain I must suffer will be better than this. How will we get past the Dementors?"
The man snorted indignantly as though this was a question only a simple- minded fool would ask. "They will do what I tell them to do. I got in, did I not?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then let us go. We have no time to waste."
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A/n: Okay, that's the prologue. The first chapter will be uploaded in a few days. R/r!