Black to Silver

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This fic has nothing really to do with the series or Rowling. I do not make money or anything out of this.

Author's Note: Well some people might be surprised. I updated the chapter. Originally it was 407 words and is now around a 1120 word chapter. There hasn't been much changes to the story line. I just made some much needed improvements and descriptions. It was good to see how over a two year period my writing has improved, but I thought it was about time to redo these incredibly short and well… not that well written chapters. I hope you all like these updated ones, they are staying after all.

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Chapter One

The Christmas holidays were almost over, but Harry didn't mind. He couldn't wait till the new term started again at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Interesting things always happened at Hogwarts, things that mostly surrounded him, Harry Potter.

Harry was currently sitting in the Gryffindor common room, in a large and comfortable chair in front of the fire, thinking. He wondered how Hermoine and Ron were. Hermoine had gone on a trip with her parents; Harry couldn't recall where she had said they were going, but he did remember it was to a warmer climate. As for Ron, he had gone home for the holidays to spend Christmas with his family. Harry was welcome to have stayed with the Weasleys, but Harry had wanted to spend his Christmas at Hogwarts for reasons he was not quite sure of.

Harry stood up and stretched before walking out of the common room to the hall for lunch. There weren't many students in the hall, only two other Gryffindor students sat at the table as Harry entered. After he had eaten and having nothing really that he had to do, he decided to wander around the castle for a while. He didn't know exactly where he was going; he just wandered around thinking on his previous years at Hogwarts. His first encounter, face to face, with the Lord Voldemort since that fateful night so many years ago and the following of the Basilisk in the school. The first two friends that he made, Ron and Hermoine, as well as his 'adoptive' family, the Weasleys.

Only when he felt the touch of a cold mist on his warm skin did he look up and take notice of his surroundings. He was in what appeared to be a dark dank room, for the walls were hidden by thick black shadows and could not be seen. The only explanation for his surroundings that Harry could come up with was that he had wandered further down into the dungeons than normal. "Strange" was all he said, a cold ripple gliding down his spine as his voice fell flat in the space around him instead of the expected echo that was common between the cold walls of the dungeons.

Around him the silence seemed to thicken along with the shadows and mist. The mist began to cling to his body, sending chills through his body and leaving him shivering. His heart began to speed up and his lungs cried out for air as the cold began to squeeze the breath out of him. His gasps for air sounded loud in his ears before complete silence fell, cutting of all sound. His head began to pound and he began to sway as his sense of balance was thrown off by the silence and the dark. His throat and mouth was dry and a great thirst took hold of him.

Through all this Harry tried to see the entrance to the room but there were none. Wanting to escape this place Harry stumbled forward blindly. In his blind flight, Harry tripped and fell hard on his hands and knees. His body did not register any pain but his limbs became heavier and it took more effort to move and sit up. When he finally managed to sit up, his eyes landed on a crystal table that stood not far from him.

The table was round, the clear crystal glowing faintly with silver light. As his eyes followed the delicate curves of the crystal, Harry found that strange creatures were expertly carved around the legs and sides of the table. The table top itself was smooth, a vine like pattern on the outer rim the only decoration. Harry turned his gaze to the single object that stood on the table, it too glowing with silver light. A goblet of smooth white, finely and delicately curved and decorated with small pearls and emeralds, stood waiting in the centre of the crystal table.

Harry blinked in surprise when he found himself standing in front of the table. He could not remember moving at all. Harry looked at the goblet and realized that a faint sweet odour was given of by the goblet, and that it was filled by a clear liquid, the source of the sweet smell. His thirst seemed to flare with even more intensity so that his throat felt thick and sore. He reached out a hand for the goblet but pulled it back suddenly. He did not know what it was and who it was for. Why would someone leave something like the table and goblet in a place like this if it was not to be kept away from people? What if the liquid was not meant for consumption, what if it was poison or had other harmful effects?

Not wanting to take a chance, even to satisfy the burning thirst, he steeped back from the table with heavy feet. Before he could take another step, something in his mind seemed to snap and control of his body was taken from him. Harry was powerless to stop his body from walking back to the table. Powerless to stop his hand from lifting the goblet to his lips and drinking the sweet substance that ran thick and smooth over his tongue and down his parched throat. He found that it tasted sweet and that it fought back the thirst that had claimed him. The goblet fell from his now nerveless fingers and shattered as it hit the ground. Harry was swept up in a sudden blaze of heat. Fire burned over and under his skin sending waves of pain over his body. Harry opened his mouth to scream but there was no sound and his scream was lost to the shadows. After what seemed to be an eternity the burning heat left him and was replaced with a burning cold. Harry found himself unable to move, the cold paralyzing his limbs and slowing his heart.

After a while the cold too left and was replaced by a blessed nothingness. All feeling once again disappeared into the silent darkness. Harry looked at his hand and found that it was glowing with a pale light. The darkness around him began to spin and Harry felt himself fall. He closed his eyes, tired, and let the darkness carry him away.

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