Darkness.
I blinked.
Darkness again.
My eyelids squeezed shut. Opening with force.
Darkness.
I sighed. My voice echoing into the black.
Shivers went up my spine as something touched my bare feet. A screamed tore from my throat, but never left my mouth as something chocked me.
It was the darkness.
I felt my body give way, falling onto something cold.
Still darkness followed.
I laid, sprawled on the floor, my head bent at an unnatural angle.
Darkness caressed my face, beckoning me to it's side.
White noise began, starting and ending from nowhere. The high pitch drawing liquid from my ears.
Darkness laughed.
I clawed at the cold floor.
One word sounded through the emptiness.
"Killer."
I screamed silently as a white light flashed into my eyes. I became blinded. My vision blurred into colors.
Paralyzed, I laid there in a heap. Pain no longer a problem. In the white light of course.
Smoke filled my senses as I focused my mind on wiggling a toe.
Dammit, you lousy brain! Work!
I attempted to move my toe again, with no luck. A muffled noise that sounded like shouting could be heard in the distance, as I wiggled my toe triumphantly.
I continued to scream silently as I made no progress. The smoke invading my sense more and more. My vision began to clear, as I gave up on the un-parallelization progress for the moment.
My slightly repaired vision was met with ugly gray skies and burning buildings. Horrified screams cut through the air. People ran through the street that I had so graciously been dropped in the middle of.
Green light flashed in the corner of my eyes. The screaming began to subside as more and more green lights flashed.
I focused on moving my toes again, trying to regain control and to run away from the commotion.
The green lights stopped abruptly as did the screaming.
Dead silence.
I quieted my raspy breaths.
Evil cackles began to rumble, I heard boots clacking against the street's surface. They were getting closer. And closer and closer. My body froze with fright. And without my permission, I shot up, wobbling slightly at the use of my limbs.
I closed my eyes trying to stop the nausea rising in my throat. The bile continued to rise, and I opened my eyes as I fell to knees ridding myself of anything I had in my stomach.
I looked back up to see three dark figures coming upon me.
The evil radiated off of them in waves.
I stood up again on my barely working legs.
"Well, well, if my eyes don't deceive me." The closest of the cloaked figures started in an rough German accent. "We've got a survivor."
I looked around at the wreckage around me, blood everywhere. Blood. I felt myself dry heave as a shutter ran through me. The word too familiar.
The other cloaks joined the first in a raspy cackle, as they stood only feet away from me now.
"No." My voice barely audible to the closing figures. I took a shaky step back, something puncturing my foot.
The figure who had spoke drew out a stick from his cloak. The figure came closer.
"Stupefy."
And I went back into, you guess...
Darkness.
Angry shouting and shattered glass is what woke me from the Darkness.
"Crucio!" An authoritative voice sounded.
Intensified screams of pain filled the already cold air.
I shifted uncomfortably on the dirtied stone floor. The screams not really helping my nerves. I was gagged, my hands tied behind my back and feet tied together by rough twine. If I moved, the rope chaffed me.
I yelled into my gag in frustration. My vision was of only stone, as someone had so kindly tossed me to a wall. Out of sight and out of mind?
I struggled again, rolling over to be faced with an ugly sight. A man struggled with invisible forces on the ground, his face contorted with agony I couldn't even comprehend. A man in a dark red cape stood over him. His face smooth, emotionless, a piece of stone.
I screamed wildly into my gag. My gag that decided to slip at that very moment.
The man of stone looked up, flicking his hand that held a wooden stick. The room became silent as the screaming man fell limp on the floor.
I gasped for air, panic setting in. My vision became blurry, fear bubbled up inside me. I was becoming unconscious.
"Stop." The man of stone commanded. My body went completely still, my breath becoming even and deep. I looked into his coal eyes, entranced. Visions passed through my mind in the blur, stopping on a bloodied hand, clutching a shard of glass, who's hand was it?
Agony ripped through me. I screamed, crumbling in on myself. I was a killer. I had murdered her. That evil woman. I had killed her. I screamed. Dry heaving. My nails dug into my palms. Tears streamed down my face. I was a monster.
"Silence." The man bellowed again.
My body disobeyed his command this time, my hands strained against the rope, aching to rip the memories from my mind, horrified groans and sobs racked my body.
I felt something deep inside of me bubble up, and then my bindings were gone.
My hands clawed at my face, creating deep cuts as I attempted to remove the murderous thing inside me.
Blood streamed down my face. The man shouted in another language, and more people entered the room, but I did not care. It was still inside me. It thinks she deserved it. It was craving more blood. I cried, still clawing at the sides of my face. I tried to drag it out of me, but it didn't want to leave.
Large hands grabbed at my arms, pulling them back from my face. A hand smacked me on the back of my head, as my screaming went on.
I felt myself being pulled. It registered in my head, that I should be struggling, but my body went limp, just shaking and screaming as usual. Another hand slapped my head roughly. This time shutting me up completely. Red stained tears fell dripping onto the stone floor.
My vision of the floor was soon changed as one of the large hands grabbed my hair, forcing me to look forward instead of at the stone ground.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to believe the thing I had become.
"Look at me." The stone man's voice commanded. The hands pulled my hair harder, but my eyes stayed shut.
"Look at me." He commanded loudly, his voice echoed off of the stone floors, causing me to shake.
I shook my head.
I dug my fingernails into my skin as footsteps approached me. A cold large hand backhanded me across the face. My eyes shot open, falling onto the stone man, his face inches away from mine. My nails drew blood from my hand, as I fell into his icy blue eyes.
I felt my mind being ripped apart, my memories thrown in disarray. The man probed my thoughts, my dreams, my life. Flashes of pictures took over my vision as I was catapulted into my past. Searing pain overtook me the closer and closer the pictures came to the present.
The force of the probing became deeper and deeper. Flashes of children's faces from the orphanage rang through my mind. Blankness came over, the pain so great that I now consciously couldn't recognize it above the screams coming from my mouth. Red, red was everywhere. The last picture came over, the one that had been haunting me since I woke. My pale hand, the glass, and the blood... Oh, the blood. The probing force was removed from my mind. I felt myself give, my vision blackening till I was surrounded by it yet again.
Darkness.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Blood. Lots of blood.
My eyes shot open.
I was in a hallway, looking for something. My body clad in a worn nightgown, from the orphanage.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heartbeat in my ear. I listened to the groaning of the cold wooden floors beneath my bare feet.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
\ I brushed my hand against the oak wood walls. I passed doors. Many black doors, none what I was looking for.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Whispering sounded in the distance.
I moved forward into the darkness of the bare lit hallway.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
My heart beat sped up, the walls slowly closing in on me, the black doors disappearing.
I screamed.
Thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump.
My hear beat soared, I sprinted forward, looking for an exit. My hand banged on the wooden walls, my feet kicked at the barren spots, where doors had resided.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Footsteps from behind me came closer.
I paused.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
"Who're you?" I asked, my fist still on the wall.
Click... The footsteps paused.
I slowly turned around to face the figure.
Blood. Blood was everywhere. It was a monster. The feral look in it's eyes was inhuman.
"Me?" it asked it's voice hoarse. Echoes sprawled through the hallway giving the thing an eerie feel.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My breath hitched, catching in my throat as something equivalent to fear bubbled up inside me. Did I really want it to answer my question.
The thing drew a breath before rasping out.
"Why, I am you."
I screamed, falling to my knees. The floor gave out as the thing, it... me, began to cackle wildly.
I was cushioned by something as my sudden fall came to an abrupt stop.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
I looked up to see the eager faces of the children from the orphanage. I was sitting on one of the lumpy beds, they on the ground.
"Read us a story!" Tommy shouted.
"Yeah read us a story!" others shouted. The room shook, the lights flickered on and off, as the children shouted on.
"C'mon Xandra, read a story!" The bundle from another bed shouted, her eyes glowing red.
Thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump.
"Harry Potter." the began to whisper, chanting in monotone voices. I watched, scooting further and further away. Their eyes changed to blood red. I shook my head as Tommy, little brave Tommy stood up, walking closer and closer, his blood red eyes pulling me in. I became frozen by something alien.
"Alexandra." He called, only inches away from me, I watched his mouth move in slow motion, fangs. Large large fangs.
I pulled away.
Hiss.
It was a snake.
"Come to me Alexandra. Come to me." It hissed.
"No." I answered, my voice a contorted hiss.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The snake opened it's mouth. I screamed louder than ever before.
Then...
Darkness.
I opened my eyes. My brow sweaty and my vision blurred. I panted, gasping for air.
"It seems you have come to grace us with your presence again." The stone man's voice reached my ears, his tone sarcastic and cold.
I shot up. The monster. It was...
"No." I whispered, my throat sore, and voice barely audible.
"Ah, but yes." He spoke, moving into my line of blurry sight.
"Kill me now." I commanded coldly. I didn't deserve to live. I'm a monster, a murderer, an...
"No."
"No?" I questioned, surprised and angry.
"I have a plan." He said, coming closer.
"Me too." I retorted.
"What's is that Alexandra?" He asked, irritant.
"To die."
"I'm afraid that won't do."
"And..."
"No, just be quiet." He came closer, his face inches away from mine. "You see," he began, kneeling down in front of me. "you and I are the same. Alexandra, you and I have something we can do for each other."
I looked at him, I mean really looked at the man before me. His eyes cold and calculating, his mouth grim with determination, his brows set with something cold and alien.
"What do you mean?"
"I can help you, and you can help me." He smirked.
"Help me what?"
"Gain power." He stated as if it was the obvious answer.
"Power?" My eyebrows shot up, my face contorted in frustration at not trying to rip out my memories and to actually listen to him. "Why power?"
"Isn't that what you want? Isn't that what you've always wanted, since the day you were left at that orphanage. She deserved it and you know she did..." I shook my head, falling back against the mattress.
"No. No. NO. NO!" I shouted, writhing on bed sheets.
"Silence!" He bellowed. My mouth shut, binded by a force.
"I will help you move on. I will help you gain that power, the power you've lost all those years ago." He talked, moving over my shaking body, till his face met mine. "I will help you. But only for a price... You must help me."
"Mmmhfgk." I mumbled through my closed lips.
"Think about it." He commanded grimly. "Stupefy." he muttered.
And guess what...
Yep.
Darkness.
Gray so much...
"Have you thought about it liebe?"
I stared at the gray carved stone ceiling, the carvings of battle, the angry faces, the..
"Mmh?"
"Levicorpus." he muttered angrily. I felt my right ankle pull. I held fast to the bed sheets as I was pulled into the air by my foot. I felt myself scream as the force pulled on my ankle more. My nails dugg into the rough fabric of the bed sheets, but it didn't matter. My grip gave way as I was pulled into the air, dangling by my dislocated ankle. Searing pain accompanied my now fowl and fearful mood.
"Do I have your attention now liebe?" Venom dripped from his silky stone voice.
"Yeah." I mummbled, my face becoming red. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I looked downw at the floor, and the shreded bed sheets. The room spun as I was turned around to face an upside down sight of the stone man.
"What are you?" I spat quickly.
"You should know that Alexandra."
"Where are we?"
"Berlin." He answered agitated.
"China?"
"Germany."
"Germany!?" I yelled, not caring that I was in a dissposition. "How the hell did I end up here?"
"That's enough Alexandra." He interrupted, I still mid rant. "Have you thought about it, the deal I proposed?"
"Yeah..." I paused. Maybe if I went along with it, I could escape?
"And?"
"I'll help you." I intook my breath, not wanting to break the scary silence that had fallen. A sudden falling sensation hit me as I was dropped onto the lumpy bed.
"Good. I was hoping that would be your answer." He started to turn, heading for the door.
"Did I have a choice?" He paused, his hand on the door knob.
"No... not really." I could hear the smirk in his voice as he left the room, locking me into my cold prision.
I closed my eyes, attempting to find comfort in this alien world. Then it claimed me. Darkness of course.
"Up." A rough German accent entered my mind, my eyes snapping open as two hands shook me awake. A stomach churning smell hit my nose as I looked up to the rotten face of an pirate.
I screamed, lashing out at the German pirate man thing.
"Help! Help!" I screamed, moving back against the metal frame of the lumpy bed.
"Crucio." The man spat.
Pain. Lots of pain. I felt it rush through my mind wrecking havoc. Like little knives carving your bodty up like a totem pole, but worse. Like little shards of glass embeded all over your body, and each time you try to pull them out the dig deeper.
Then it stopped.
I layed there, against the stone hypervenilating, sweaty, and dizzy.
A tear fell from my eye. Gosh that was a whole new pain.
"I think I'm up." I croaked, looking up to see a sadistic smile slapped onto the pirate thing's face. These people weren't normal.
"Good."
I wipped the tear from my dirtied face, slowly moving onto my wobbly legs. The pirate man looked amazed for a second there, before another creepy grin took place on his face.
"Follow me." He smiled, opening the door.
I slowly hobbled behind him, followng him on his decent through a really cold stone hallway, complete with the gothic decor and dark lighting from torches.
"What are you people?" I spoke through my dry throat. He paused mid stride, turning around to face me.
"You don't know?" His harsh accent made my ears cower.
"No." I shook my head.
"Are you sure?" he came closer, inches away from my face. I tried not to scream at the close proximity.
"Yes." I sputterd.
He brought his lips up to my ear, leaning over me. His stench overwhelming.
"Wizards." he whispered roughly, turning around and resuming his fast pace.
I stood stunned for a moment before reluctantly moving forward again at a slower hobble. They could kill me, but I would deserve it. I deserve to die, I could feel the evil inside of me, slowly bubbling to the surface, I must be stopped.
"After you." The pirate wizard opened a large oak door.
"Kill me, please." I pleaded, walking closer to the man. The pirate wizard chuckled before kicking me into the room.
"I wish I could." He muttered dryly, before leaving me in the room alone.
"Sit." A voice behind me commanded. I moved from my sprwaled position on the floor, turning to see the stone man from before. He motioned to two leather seats infont of him.
I stood up slowly limping over to a chair, sliding into the coldness of the chair as he began to speak.
"Do you know what you are Alexandra?"
"A monster." I cried out, tears falling down my face.
"No, a wizard." He stared at me, prodding my face for more answers.
"I am not a wizard."
"Then how do you explain this?" he asked bringing around my mothers necklace, and hourglass embeded in a golden cirst surrounded by three rings, my only possesion to call my own.
"How did you get that?" I screamed, trying to move from the chair, but glued to it by some force... He was using magic on me. This whole entire time. My mouth opened wide at my realization before closing. This was fucking crazy.
"My men kindly removed it from you when retrieving you from the streets."
"Kindly? Retrieve? More like kidnapped, why could you just have killed me like the rest?" I sobbed, looking down at my hands, the hands of a murder. "Why don't you just kill me?" I murmerd.
"Fine, I will, but first you tell me this," He commanded coming closer. He stopped standing inches away from me. "where did you get these from?" He asked pulling up my shirt. I looked down at the long scar coming across my stomach and the many small scars that accompanied it. I looked back up to the man infront of me.
"I don't know. I don't remember." I hushed softly. "They were there when I came to the orphanage."
"How old were you?" He asked, his hand still holding up my shirt.
"Six." I mumbled, not able to speak anymore. The man grummbled, stepping back form me and pulling my shirt down. He kneeled infront of me, his eyes staring at me.
"Look at me Alexandra. Look into my eyes." He spoke in his perfect English. I hesitantly turned to meet his gaze. "Obliviate."
I stiffened, before falling back limply against the leather, my eyes rolling back into my head.
As I found, yet again.
More Darkness.
"Up." The stone voice spoke.
I groaned, wanting to hold onto the darkness, but my eyes were so nicely prodded open.
Light blurred my vision for seconds, before I saw the face of the stone man.
"Hey." I groaned out protestingly.
"Hello Alexandra, glad you could join us."
"I could've used a few more hours of sleep."
"We don't have time to spare though, Alexandra." He smiled backing away and allowing me to intake my surroundings. I tried to hide the awestruck expression present on my face. This place was very... nice? The walls were draped with large curtains, drawn back to allow in sunlight, moving pictures lined the wall, and the large stone fire place, with the wicked greenish flames was just wow. I looked down to the surprisingly comfortable bed I had been moved to, it was red, the silky soft comforter, heavy and warm. My body was covered in a long sleeved silk night gown that was light as a feather.
"Who are you?" I asked, wondering how I had failed to ask earlier.
"Liebe, I though you would already know this." He smiled falsely.
"Know what?" I asked suddenly feeling that I was missing out on something.
"Do you truely not recognize me?" He questioned coming closer to my bedside.
"No."
"Grindlewald ring a bell?" He spat sarcastically.
"No."
"As in Grindlewalds army?"
"Nope."
"Gelleret Grindlewald, the darkest wizard of all times."
"Nuh uh."
"For the Greater Good?" He quoted inches away from me.
"I don't have a damn clue who the hell you are, all I know is that I don't belong here." I screamed, sitting up in the bed.
"This is wonderful." He muttered gleefully to himself.
"Do you at least remember the deal we made?"
"Yeah, I think so." I answered going back to our previous conversation, I rememberd most of it anyways, some bits were fuzzy, and incomplete.
"You don't understand what you are do you?"
"No." I shook my head.
"Do you have a wand?"
"A what?" I laughed, not bothering to hide it. "Are you okay... you know up here?" I motioned to my head in example.
"I am more than okay Alexandra." I shuttered, not liking the way my name rolled of of his tounge.
"Alex. Just Alex."
"Okay Alex, we made a deal, and I'll keep up my end of the bargain, begining with the basics." He sat down on the large bed facing me.
"You are a wizard." he spelt out easily as if talking to a baby.
"No I am not." I spat back.
"Do you not believe me?"
"Duh."
"Fine, we'll let your wand decide that."
"My what?"
"Get dressed, and meet me out side." He dictated, slamming the door and leaving me by myself in this large lavish bedroom. I hopped out of bed, my body shivering as my feet met the cold stone.
I slowly padded over to the large antique dresser, hesitant to open the first drawer.
When my suspisions subsided, I open the first drawer to find things that made my face turn red. Funny bras and undergarmets. Which made me think about who dressed me. I put my hands to my face, not even wanting to dive further into that.
"Miss." I jumped, so deep in my own thoughts to not have noticed anothers presence.
"Yeah." I answered not wanting to turn around.
"Master sent me to help. Maggy help you." The squeaky voice spoke again.
I slowly turned, to see no one there. I was really freaked out now.
"Miss." I looked down, and screamed. It had spindly arms and legs. Her head, very large and her eyes very brown, like the dish rag it was wearing. It's, or her pointy bat like ears flopped on the side of her head.
"Master told Maggy to help dress miss." I nodded my head to afraid to speak.
"Maggy didn't mean to scare miss." She stated coming closer. She snapped her fingers and a pair of panty hose, knickers and a weird bra thing appear hovering mere inches away from, what I imagined was my shocked face. She snapped her fingers again and the undergarmets were on me, the nightgown now resided on the floor in a neat pile along with my other unmentionables.
"What would miss like to wear?" She asked looking up at me. I opend my mouth and closed it a few times, gasping for air. A large scar drew across my stomach, followed by tiny tiny scars. I lightly tredded over the skin.
"You pick." I croaked.
She nodded before turning towards the drawers again. I watched as she snapped her fingers afew times, and three of the drawers opened. Out flew a pair of vintage laced three inched thick heeled shoes. Another snap later, and out came a long flowy black dress, along with a long red coat, and leather gloves. The drawers closed on their own accord as the thing... no... she adressed me.
"Miss put on things?"
"Uh... Y-y-yeah." I stuttered. She snapped her fingers and disappeared, the garmets falling into a neat pile on the bed, my other clothes gone. Slowly, I put on the black dress and shoes, shaken up by what had happened, and not sure if I was dreaming or not.
A crack sounded through the room, and she reappeared, carrying a blue velvet box, a hair brush and cosmetics.
"Miss sit down?"
"Yeah, okay." I nodded breathing deeply, settling onto the wrinkled bed.
"Master say to give this to miss." She opened to blue box to show a charm braclet of heart shaped lockets embelished with tiny stones and crystals.
"Wow." I whispered hesitant to touch the beautiful bracelet.
"Miss put it on?" I nodded taking the braclete from the reluctant thing. She seemed to not like it, almost as if she were afraid of it.
I unclasped the braclete slowly. It buzed lighlty as if living. I laid the chain across my wrist and clasped it shut, but instead of a small click it blazed brightly, a large boom sounding the braclet went back to the silver from before, all light gone. I looked up to see a wide eye girl thing staring back at me.
"Miss should brush her hair." I nodded unable to speak. I took the silver brush from her outstretched arm. She snapped her fingers and a mirror appeared.
And for the third time to day, I screamed.
"Is miss okay?" She asked after I had stopped screaming. I shook my head.
"Nu-y-ye-yeah." I stuttered, touching my scratched eyelids, to afraid to touch the healing gash along my forhead. My hand slowly moved over the bruised cheek, stopping at my swollen yellow purple lips. I was a mess. What had happened to me?
"Does miss want Maggy brush hair?" I tore my gaze from my broken face down to the little person.
"Yes please." I whispered trying not to cry.
The little person thing snapped her fingers and the brush levitated from my grip brushing my hair. I watched awestruvk from the mirror.
"Maggy put make up on now?" I looked down at her, trying not to protest. I detested make up wth speacial fierceness.
"Yes please."
Maggy began to pull containers and what not out of a bag, laying them on the space next to me. She snapped her fingers once again and brushes began to paint my broken face. I put the mirror down on the pillow next to me, afraid to look at the mess of my face. Instead, I closed my eyes and listened to the softened noise the magical things made.
What felt like hours latter the noise stopped and I opened my eyes to see a beautiful person staring back at me, I was unrecognizable.
"Maggy?" I looked down at the small creature thing.
"Yes miss?"
"Thank you." Maggy nodded, bowing her head and snapping her fingers. She dissapeared, and with her all of her equipment.
I stood up, stalling no more, as I made my way towards the large oak door. I held my breath hoping that whatever was on the other side was more pleasant than what I imagined. Opening the door, I found myself face to face with a total stranger. He was handsome, yes, but he looked dangerous. A daring glint in his brown eyes, his black hair slicked backed.
"Who are you?" I questioned stepping back into the room. Scared that it was another evil, man who caused pain.
"Gelleret."
"Gelleret? You can't be him."
"But I am Alexandra." He spoke in a german accent, ruining his perfect English.
" No way." I took another step back.
"It's just a potion. Come on." He spat leaving his elbow out for me to take. I shook my head, my hand on the door, getting ready to slam it in his face. "Alex, remember our deal." I stood frozen, it was him.
"Woah." I spoke breathlessly, hesitatingly moving forward, my hand outstretched to take his arm. "This is unreal." I muttered more to myself than him. My hand came in contact with his arm, and I felty like I was being compressed into a tiny box and strettched at the same time, places flew past me and in a second, it was over. I fell to the ground wretching insanely. The unfamiliar but familiar stranger stood over me waiting patiently.
"What the hell was that?" I cried wiping my mouth.
"Apparation." He stated emotionlessly from behind me.
"Apparation my fucking ass, what the hell was that." I panted still dry heaving on the stone floor of an dark alleyway.
"I said apparation." He retorted irritatedly. "Follow me." I heard him turn. Slowly my body moved from it's previous position, dusting off my borrowed garbs I followed after him.
"Did we time travel?" I asked walking up to his side.
"No." I doged a person as we moved forward.m
"Yeah but."
"We're here." he cut me off, Moving towards a large looking tavern, it read Three Broomsticks.
"This Place?"
"Yeah, were you expecting something else?" I shook my head inwardly sighing, I had expected torture chambers or something.
"Hurry up." He muttered, throwing his velvet hood over his head. He held the door for me as we both entered into the homey tavern place thingy.
"Wow." I gasped unable to stop staring at the large crowded room infront of me. Gelleret grabbed a hold of my forearm, harshly pulling me along through the crowd, towards a booth in the back corner. A man sat there, as if waiting for someone, deep in thought.
"Gregorovitch?" Gelleret assumed sitting across from the man. I looked questiongly at the man before me, deciding no harm was to come, and sliding in after Gelleret.
"George Pavese?" The man asked awakening from his deep thought.
"Yes." My head snapped up to his stoney gaze. "Do you have what I requested?"
"Yeah." the man nodded digging into a satchle he wore. His hand came out clutching a blood red velvet box tightly. "This is a dangerous one it is."
"I know." Gelleret nodded solemly. I reached out a hand to touch the box, but the man snatched his hand back protectively.
"Do you have my payment?" The silver eyed man requested.
"Yes." Gelleret answered, never taking his eyes off the man as he pulled a coin pouch from his cloak. "Will this suffice?" Gelleret threw the heavy pouch over to Gregorovitch, I straightened up as the thud became thunderous in the small silence. The man jingled the coin pouch expertly.
"Sounds about right." Gregorovitch paused, deep in thought, he looked up suddenly. "You should get Ollivander to watch... you know make adjustments to it." The large burly man towerd over us as he made his way towards the back door.
"Are we done here?" I questioned sarcastically. This trip was going nowhere. He motioned for me to exit the booth.
"No, we aren't done." He waited.
"Are we going to see Olly?" I nodded my head, watching precausiously as he left a few coins on the worn table.
"Olly?" He asked, his smirking face looking at mine to check his suspisons. Yes, I was indeed serious.
"You know Ollivander." I whined as we made our way towards the front.
"No." He retorted ducking under a levitating tray of empty glasses.
"No as in, 'no I don't know him', or as in..." I paused dodging yet another elbow. Yes, I am short.
"No as in we aren't going to see him." I watched as he exited the warm tavern, I footsteps behind him. The cold clung to my bare face as I followed him into the late winter wind.
"Why not?" I huffed, matching his long stride.
"He wouldn't agree." I looked up to the unfamiliar man with mild intrigue.
"Agree?"
"Yes agree." He sounded slowly as if talking to a baby. I shut my mouth, sensing his patience running low.
We headed towards another dark alleyway, moving towards the darker side of town. Once inside the alleyway he turned towards me, holding his arm out. I took it, this time ready for the uncomfortable feeling and pressures to overcome me. The pounding and twisting stopped as I opened my eyes again. We were back in the stone hallway feet away from my lavish prison, back in the stone castle place thing.
I took my hand from his elbow, expecting him to disappear this time. But he didn't.
"Follow me." He commanded, back to his cold monotones.
"Yes master." I muttered following his even faster strides. I found myself decending many stair cases until I was lost, confused and underground.
"This way." He ground out opening a large wooden door. Inside was a large space, empty of all items except a single photo of the usual Gelleret, framed. It was not this strange face he wore.
I followed him into the center of the large dungeon. Floating candles created an eerie cast of shadows against the cold walls. I watched Gelleret closely as he reached into his cape producing the long red velvet box from the tavern. He opened it slowly, looking to my face for a reaction.
Inside the box layed a slim wand, with a sleek metal handle. I took a step closer, closing the small distance between Gelleret and I. Upon further inspection I could see that the handle wasn't simply metal, but two snakes entwined around the stick, a few green emralds glinted in the light off of the metal. I stared at the wand, entranced by it's alien beauty, a gree gleam seemed to glow from it. The snakes sculpted so realisticly, I could see them move across the wood. It was beautiful, magical almost.
"Take it." Gelleret pushed the box closer still, until it brushed my hand I had unconsciously raised. I touched the silky red inside of the box hesitantly. Looking up to his eyes for reassurance, I met a wicked gleam, take it, it read. So I did.
I gripped the wand in the box, bringing it with me, and away from Geleret. The wand beated beneath my hand, coming to life. The gleaming wand jerked underneath my grasp, sparking wildly. I gasped, fighting for control with the piece of wood. I looked up to an excited Gelleret, which frightened me. He couldn't be right, I wasn't a wizard, wizards didn't exist.
I looked down at the still sparking wand. Something was wrong with it, it could start a fire, I should get some water. I looked around the stone room, searching for some water. A large drop of iceiness landed on my head, I looked up, as another one hit me on my cheek, than another and another. Soon it was pouring in the stone room. Gelleret and I sopping wet.
This was not happening. Rain danced across the the now spinning room, wholy shit! I was a wizard, this was not happening. I felt myself stagger backwards, my knees banging together as I made my oh so grand decent to the cold stone floor, an I went into my best friend.
The Darkness.
Moments later I was awoke by a dry, scareily overly enthustiastic Gelleret. The rain had stopped, but I was in a flooded dungeon. A wand still gripped in my cold hands. I was soaked.
"Do you believe me now?"
"Yeah, I think I do." I spat sarcastically standing up in the ankle deep water.
"Great, now that that's over, I have some buisness to attend to, dry this up. I'll be back in an hour." He strutted out of the dungeon, purposely making sure the water stayed in the room as he locked me in the pond.
"Great." I spat sarcastically sloshing around the water in frustration.
I attempted to dry off my wand with my shirt, only to fail. This was a mess, and I had no fucking idea how to clean it up.
"Clean!" I shouted to the puddle, nothing happened.
"Dry!" I screamed, nothing yet again.
"No rain." I muttered, sitting in the pond. This was bogus.
"Gah!" What did I do before? I just though about it. I stood up. Dry, air, wind, towels... A loud plop sounded behind me. I looked behind me to see at least two hundred towels. Great. I sighed, it was something to work with. And so I set off, slowly soaking up my magical water.
At the end of what felt like forever I had ten towels left, an almost dry floor, and a huge pile of dirty laundry. I picked my wand up from where it had been carelessly discarded on the floor, and then attempted to make the dirty towels go away.
After what felt like hours later, I had burned the towels, until they were ash. Left with the charred pieces and horrid smoke, I turned the ashes into a very large pice of paper. But the paper wasn't regular paper, and now I was stuck with a paper dragon flying around the smokey room.
I coughed repeatedly, attempting to empty my lungs of the sooty air. Now on my knees, I covered my mouth with my borrowed jacket, inhaling as slowly and steadily as I could I waited out my slow and pain ful demise. The door creaked open behind me, torch light entered the smokey room.
I held my wand tighter, my fist turning white.
"Alexandra.." cough. "... is this what you call clean?" cough. "Depulso." The air cleared, the dragon disappearing as well.
Cough. Cough. "Yeah..." Cough. "Yeah, t-this is." I slowly stood up, carefully turning to face Gelleret. I shook like a leaf in the coldness of the damp room, my borrowed clothes still sopping.
"At least the water's gone?"
"No." He shook his head. "We have a lot of work to do."
