Hey everyone, I'm back, and with Book TWO. Under Her Spell - Book Two - Edward Masen in: One Step Closer to Forever. I want to thank all of you that are once again joining me on this ride, I love you all.
Today you'll get this prelude and Chapter One, so I'll only leave this long a/n on here.
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Under Her Spell
Book Two
One Step Closer to Forever
Prelude
Once again, I landed in a dark, damp cavern. This time it was larger with more detail than the last one. It had a pool and on the high wall on the opposite side were two large pillars with the face of Salazar Slytherin carved into the rock between them. There was a walkway leading off to a large circular door, but all along the side were carved statues of large snakes coiled up ready to strike. Their mouths were wide open with large fangs; their creepy yellow eyes were lit up from the inside.
This place was creepy, and I was glad that, at this point, I was only an interloper in a dream.
I could see two girls and two young men. One of the young men was translucent, like he wasn't completely there. Unfortunately, one of the girls was unconscious while the other looked her over. The two young men were facing off, one sported a smug smile, but his eyes were cold in an otherwise blank face. The other was crouched over the girls, wand in hand, his eyes hard when he looked at the almost ghost across from them. They softened when he looked down but there was a permanent frown marring his face. The boys were sizing each other up, waiting for the slightest move of the other.
"She's not dead," the girl called in relief. "But she's cold to the touch and not far from it."
"She may not be dead now, but she will be soon," the darker-haired boy sneered. "As she gets weaker, I get stronger, and soon, I shall no longer be trapped."
"We won't let you get away with this!" the other boy growled.
"You won't have a choice; the monster will take care of you. Parseltongue won't save you now; it only obeys the heir! And when you are gone, I will cease to be a memory."
I listened as the first boy hissed, "Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts' Four," in Parseltongue, only to have the mouth of the huge face slide open to reveal a tunnel.
But it wasn't the tunnel that worried me. It was the thing that was stirring inside it. Large yellow eyes stared out at the group that was on the floor before it began to move, to glide out through the opening in Salazar's mouth.
Something big came out of that tunnel, something enormous with terrifying glowing yellow eyes. I could determine that even before I could see what, in the name of Merlin, it was.
The last thing I heard before I was pulled out of the dream was the cry of Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix.
I knew when I came out of this dream there was no way to prevent it. It looked like we were in for the fight of our lives once again.
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