Hart laughed at Sirius, his childlike look misleading others. His hair was long, brushing against his back. Eyes glowed in the dark as he looked at his father figure.
Why was it so dark?
"Come on! Everyone wants pink hair these days!" He chuckled, his smile big and friendly. "I don't look good in pink." Sirius pouted, looking at the mirror. This seems so much like a normal family. Yet, they hide a deadly secret.
What secret?
Sirius' childlike nature in front of a dangerous mask. Hart's innocent look, leading others suspicions to another person.
Why so many masks?
Masks, why are masks so scary? Is it because you can become who you fake? Is it because they hide away your true self, making you a dangerous enemy? Do they make your life harder than it usually is? Does it scare your victims until they're insane?
Does it? A chuckle escapes.
WHO WEARS A MASK?
Everyone who has a secret.
WHO MAKES A MASK?
The one who caused their secret.
Secrets, who has a secret? The one who hides behind the shadows. The one who manipulates those around them. Those ones who act normal. Some secrets are scarier than others. One can make another die, another can make one disturbed.
Who is The One?
WHICH SECRET IS MOST DANGEROUS?
The one that changes our lives forever.
WHO MAKES A SECRET?
The one who caused their abuse
This abuse
This abuse
This abuse.
His mask disappeared as quickly as it appeared back on. The glamour fell in shock, but he placed it back in time for only one other person to see. A girl with a dreamy look and silky blond hair. Glasses with weird decorations and a book against her robe.
This isn't true. Maybe he misheard? He said to himself while he looked at the hall. Whispers walked through the Great Hall. Who else has the name Harry Potter? Another part of himself said. His hand glided over the wooden table in a nervous fashion, hoping to what every god there is for it not to be true. The fingers tapped, tapped, and kept tapping.
Once again Dumbledore opened his mouth and the hall fell in silence. Is it true? Is there a fourth champion? They all thought.
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore yelled again, and again his mask slipped for a second. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily, well it looked dimmed to those who aren't looking closely. This must of been part of his plan. Hart thought, his hand pushing down and he stood up. Gracefully, he went to the front of the hall and stared down at all the students. His eyes glared at those who whispered, making the impression of them being the scum beneath his feet. Aren't they such annoying bugs? A whisper went into his mind.
He moved towards the door where the other champions are. His raven black hair was short - cut down because of glamours. The door opened for him and all the champions looked up at him. "What is it?" Fleur said. "Do they want us back in the Hall?" Hart looked disgusted for a second but went back to his impassive state.
"No," He shakes his head, not really knowing how to state it, "I was chosen for the fourth champion." All he got in return was shocked looks and disbelief. Fleur Delacour's long silvery hair bounced in shock. Viktor Krum's hunched-up shoulders slumped in horror. Cedric Diggory's hands - that used to be behind his back - covered his eyes in shame.
There was a sound of scurrying feet behind him, and Ludo Bagman entered the room. He took Hart by the arm and led him forward. Let go you horrible ant! Hart thought but he knew better than to say it out loud. I am not something to be pushed around!
"Extraordinary!" Ludo muttered, squeezing Hart's arm. "Absolutely extraordinary! Gentlemen. . . lady," he added, approaching the fireside and addressing the other three. "May I introduce - incredible though it may seem - the fourth Triwizard champion?" (Chapter 17 of Goblet of Fire)
"So it's true? We really have a fourth champion." Cedric looked at Hart, ashamed at what he just realized. "I apologize - on my behalf - whatever the schools will do to you." Cedric couldn't help but apologize, something about Hart just drew him in. His long (wait long? Cedric thought) hair and that glowing (am I seeing things?) killing curse eye. I think I have a crush, was banged into Cedric's head.
Cedric's dark brown hair moved slightly from his shock from this revelation. Grey eyes widen with that thought. Why do I feel like a hormonal teenager again? He thought.
Hart looked at Cedric, taking in every detail. His brown hair seemed to move and grey eyes seem to widen. When Cedric noticed Hart looking at him, he blushed slightly. What are the thoughts that run through your head? Hart thought.
Your head
Your head
Your head
His hood fell off, showing his true face. One black eye and another glowing green eye. Hair long with black strands that feels like silk. A crazed smile stretched into his face as he stood over the body. Wand in hand, he casts curse after curse, torturing this poor soul.
Pity this poor soul
Pity this poor soul
Pity this poor soul
With a hand covered in blood, he wrote a message with his partner in crime. A message truly terrifying that it causes shivers to go down their spines. Hood back on, he looked away from the message, looking at his partner with a nod. The job was done, and boy did they have fun.
Oh, the screams, those lovely screams that just want to make him dance. The look on his face is truly insane. When he rules the world he is going to enjoy torturing those that break his laws. For, he was really terrifying when he wants to be. With his mismatched eyes and his long flowing hair. That innocent look that seems to not belong on that face. How did they create such a dangerous creature?
Dangerous creature
Dangerous creature
Dangerous creature