AC: hello . . . miss me? anyway I'm here to clear things up

1) not my story idea as i mentioned in the Prologue i based it from rage and grace

2) I'm not only crazy but also insane :)

this time i have a good friend . . InYuasha!

InYasha: i have places to be you know so why do you torture us?

AC: 'cause i wanna!

InYuasha: fine the mental patient owns nothing

AC: 'cep my mac! :D

Arthur was walking behind the Minister. Fudge was playing with his bowler hat. Off, spin, on again, just a crazy pattern that was fascinating and disturbing at the same time. The guards were caring the cleaver. The whole thing was crazy. the pressure was increasing but as long as they all kept close to the sword they had nothing to worry about. They never passed not a single soul in the narrow hallway. The hallway was black and depressing, unlike the ministry walls that had at least some decoration, these walls had nothing but brick and concrete. The air around him made him shiver even if it was warm.

This was going to turn out bad.

They came upon a dead end. Fudge took out his wand and muttered a charm. The wall fell around the processions feet, the place were it fell was an achingly familiar metal door. This time it was pristine and new, not broken and maimed. The Minister pushed open the door without the fancy fanatics of the others. Arthur wearily followed the crazy chubby man inside. As soon as he got inside he regretted it though.

A huge machine blocked the passage any further, the only way to move onwards was through a small gap in the side. Arthur looked at the gap then at the massive shoulders of the guards, highly doubting that they could fit their massive shoulders though. Cornelius simply walked in the gap and motioned for them to be silent and follow. Arthur sighed today was going to be a long one. He squeezed himself though the gap. He found a long stairway in his way, and the minister halfway up it.

The stairway was starking contrast to the others. It was white and had no pressure to it, the walls were clean and happy. Arthur was moving swiftly and quickly reached the stairs. As soon as he reached the top he was amazed, there were machinery every where gauges, buttons - he wanted to push one- and vials of liquid. it looked like a laboratory. The Minister was what looked like a control chair overlooking a huge piece of glass with a machine in it. It was an observatory.

He walked over to where the Minister sat and his face fell and his eyes grew wide.

There, sitting in the middle of the room with tubes and chains connected to him, was a teenager. He was suspended in liquid with his eyes closed, he wore a strange set of clothes, obviously foreign. His eyes were closed and his orange hair -that was so similar to his flaming red he was appalled- was waving slightly in the bubbling purple matter. He looked like he was in extreme pain his hand were shaking and his body looked starved. His bare chest and back were showing and the number of scars and wounds that dominated them was insane, he was a fighter no doubt about that. There was a huge untreated gash in his right side that was infected. He was held in his chamber with thick glass and chains that strapped his hands and legs to the top and bottom. His lips were moving in incomprehensible words behind a mask that gave him air.

He suddenly twisted and tried to pull a tube out, but the tube stayed in place. His eyebrows pulled together in frustration. He tried again but to still no avail. His body gave up and he went still. The only thing that made Arthur sure he was alive was the monitors that showed his unsteady heartbeat.

Fudge pushed and pulled some buttons and levels and the water began to drain. The tube that the boy was in began to creak and groan draining the purple water, the teenagers body was now exposed to the elements and the water that supported him earlier was gone and he hung limp.

The Minster called the guard inside the chamber to give the limp body the six foot cleaver. They did so with haste, leaving quickly.

The poor boy looked up and opened his brown eyes. Arthur had to look away because in those eyes were determination and resolve instead of hopelessness and innocence that where in child's eyes. The boy had seen to much in his short life. he tried again feebly against the chains that kept him restrained. His body did not match his body at all. The child had muscles yes, but they were deteriorated and almost gone.

The guard was gone and Fudge pressed a button and the boy fell on the ground in a lifeless lump.

He moved over to were the cleaver was and touched it with care, he was obliviously familiar with it. His hand went to the hilt and slipped into the groves made by his own fights. He felt the places where the dents and imperfections where and showed a little smile.

Then passed out. He just fell over and collapsed. The Minister sprang into action pulling levers and pushing buttons waving around his wands in complex spells that Arthur never heard before. The guards came into the room muttering to themselves, something about 'demon' 'horcrux' and 'monster'. Arthur was appalled, the boy passes out and the muttering begins, well!

He never got to finish the thought because a horrible sound came form the boys form. A yell of pain and insanity. THe form of the teenager was twisting and writhing, his eyes met Arthur's and he thought he saw black tendrils in them. the iris took on a gold-ish tinge.

Then a hole formed in his chest the boy hid his face and said in a distorted voice "GET AWAY!" he was desperate "HURRY!" his voice was accented and foreign. He screamed in pain again. The minister was laughing at the power level he was giving off, one look at the gauge and Arthur was amazed. If exactly one hundred wizards made one bar this guy could take on the entire population of wizards and get out with only a scratch.

The boy was twisting and screaming. Arthur had to look away. The last thing he heard the Minister say before he turned was "Amazing! we could milk this power for centuries!"

HELLO thanks for the reviews sorry i didnt want to leave ya'll hangin! . . . im so southen

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