Vox
A Harry Potter Fanfic by Silvan. A. E
Chapter 1: Lights Out
"Lumos," whispered Ron, shinning his wand out over the grass. "We should know our was to Hagrid's by now, we've been doing this for almost six years."
Harry sighed and pulled his invisibility cloak tighter about them. It was late November and the snow lay thick on the grounds, impeding their progress to Hagrid's cabin. It was also 11 o'clock at night, which didn't help.
Recently they had got into the habit of seeing Hagrid late at night, outside movement had been banned, due to the very early blizzards which were unpredictable and dangerous. But they had to go to see their giant friend. Hedwig had come back a few days ago and was unable to fly to the castle on her injured wing, so Ron and Harry were going to collect her. They shuffled through the calf deep snow to get to Hagrid's.
"Hagrid!" Harry called, "Let us in!"
The giant man, complete with bushy black beard and shining eyes, opened the door.
"Is that you? Get inside!"
It was warm inside the cabin, the huge fire burning merrily, Fang slobbering all over them.
"Hedwig!" Cried Harry, scooping the white owl into his arms, "Thanks for taking care of her Hagrid."
Hagrid smiled.
"No call for that Harry, but you two better be getting back now, I'm not happy with you both coming out so late."
"Yes Hagrid." They chimed.
"Go on off now, I'll see you for lessons when the storms lay off a bit."
They were on their way back, Hedwig held close to Harry's chest. The moon shone bright, making Ron's wandlight practically useless. Harry heard Ron yawn, and then yawned himself, it really was infectious, he mused to himself. They were at the castle steps now.
"Nox," muttered Ron as his wand went out.
As he said the word there was a soft falling sound directly behind them. The two boys froze. There was something in the snow behind them and neither of them wanted to know, but, unable to resist, and fighting every urge to run, they turned. What they saw took their breath away.
Someone was lying in the snow, and only his and Ron's footprints were visible, how had the person got there? They edged closer.
The person in question was defiantly not human, one glance told them that. It looked like a boy, about 16, lying on the ground wearing the ripped remnants of trousers and a cloak. The boy's skin was a pale green, and it was not skin, it was scales, snake scales. They covered all of him, growing smaller and paler over his face. His feet were bare and he had no toes, his feet looked like he was wearing socks, with no individual digits. His fingers were long and webbed, his hair, shoulder length and an odd greenish gold colour. Hius scales were smooth and uninteruppeted across his chest and arms. He had no navel. His eyes were closed, but his partially open mouth showed pointed fangs.
Harry knelt beside the creature. It, or he, let out a gentle, weak hiss. And Harry, with his gift of parcel tongue, clearly heard the word:
ouch.
A Harry Potter Fanfic by Silvan. A. E
Chapter 1: Lights Out
"Lumos," whispered Ron, shinning his wand out over the grass. "We should know our was to Hagrid's by now, we've been doing this for almost six years."
Harry sighed and pulled his invisibility cloak tighter about them. It was late November and the snow lay thick on the grounds, impeding their progress to Hagrid's cabin. It was also 11 o'clock at night, which didn't help.
Recently they had got into the habit of seeing Hagrid late at night, outside movement had been banned, due to the very early blizzards which were unpredictable and dangerous. But they had to go to see their giant friend. Hedwig had come back a few days ago and was unable to fly to the castle on her injured wing, so Ron and Harry were going to collect her. They shuffled through the calf deep snow to get to Hagrid's.
"Hagrid!" Harry called, "Let us in!"
The giant man, complete with bushy black beard and shining eyes, opened the door.
"Is that you? Get inside!"
It was warm inside the cabin, the huge fire burning merrily, Fang slobbering all over them.
"Hedwig!" Cried Harry, scooping the white owl into his arms, "Thanks for taking care of her Hagrid."
Hagrid smiled.
"No call for that Harry, but you two better be getting back now, I'm not happy with you both coming out so late."
"Yes Hagrid." They chimed.
"Go on off now, I'll see you for lessons when the storms lay off a bit."
They were on their way back, Hedwig held close to Harry's chest. The moon shone bright, making Ron's wandlight practically useless. Harry heard Ron yawn, and then yawned himself, it really was infectious, he mused to himself. They were at the castle steps now.
"Nox," muttered Ron as his wand went out.
As he said the word there was a soft falling sound directly behind them. The two boys froze. There was something in the snow behind them and neither of them wanted to know, but, unable to resist, and fighting every urge to run, they turned. What they saw took their breath away.
Someone was lying in the snow, and only his and Ron's footprints were visible, how had the person got there? They edged closer.
The person in question was defiantly not human, one glance told them that. It looked like a boy, about 16, lying on the ground wearing the ripped remnants of trousers and a cloak. The boy's skin was a pale green, and it was not skin, it was scales, snake scales. They covered all of him, growing smaller and paler over his face. His feet were bare and he had no toes, his feet looked like he was wearing socks, with no individual digits. His fingers were long and webbed, his hair, shoulder length and an odd greenish gold colour. Hius scales were smooth and uninteruppeted across his chest and arms. He had no navel. His eyes were closed, but his partially open mouth showed pointed fangs.
Harry knelt beside the creature. It, or he, let out a gentle, weak hiss. And Harry, with his gift of parcel tongue, clearly heard the word:
ouch.