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Chapter 7
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."
— Friedrich Nietzsche
It was the most morbidly fascinating thing I had ever seen in my life.
I staggered back against a wide stone pillar, not aware of how easily I could've missed it and walked straight off the edge.
Before me, the contorted mound of flesh moved and groaned like an awakening machine until I could make out it's hunched posture in a crouched position.
It's hide was black, with a matching mane of long thick hair, plastered to its back by some repulsive layer of slime that coated every inch of it. It's hands and feet were cracked into bared claws, and a rasping growl accompanied it.
I whimpered, eyes wide and shaking as if I was staring at death incarnate.
Its head snapped up, back still towards me. It moved so quickly, muscles rippling like the build up of a killer wave, and turned standing to face me, in a fighter's pose.
I snapped a nail against the grip of my wand and in vain tried to fight away a panic attack.
My blue eyes were caught in a glare that was an acidic yellow colour which burned away the remaining air in my lungs.
Something flickered there, and before I try to understand what exactly, it was advancing with a shockingly swift gait for its size, snarling and baring jaws of large jagged teeth.
I screamed like a cornered animal and swung my wand at it. "Impedimenta!"
The spell was off course due to my shaking grip, yet managed to shatter the plates of stone the beast was about to step on. It roared in surprise, the sound rather like an enraged lion, and made me cover my ears with cry. It's eyes glowed fiercely with fury. In a guttural crackling voice it said, "Buk-izg! Throw datum, tarka!"
To my explicit horror, I realised that I had summoned this thing in this language. And now it was charging.
Since when did your summon attack you?!
I yelled and threw myself to the ground, rolling away from it on a bruised stomach and smudging the potion runes. My chest pounded painfully and jumped when I looked up to find it already turned around and reaching out with a clawed limb. "Locomotor mortis!" This time, my aim was somehow true. The leg locking curse instantly snapped it's lower limbs together, making it fall straight down at my feet. I yelped and rushed out of range again, flinching as its roars continued, snarling things in that awful language.
I collapsed on the edge of the ground, my knees knocked and shaking, watching the beast writhe and scream. I quickly shot a paralysing curse again, but it had frozen in a position directly facing me again.
Fuck fuck fuck fuc-
What was I going to do? How much of an idiot was I?
Calm down calm down cal-
I had to get a teacher up here. Scratch that, where was Dumbledoor's mobile number?!
I couldn't leave it here to get them, what if it broke free? I flinched violently again at the sudden flash of all the girls in my dormitory sleeping peacefully, only to be ripped apart by it in their beds, their blood flying-
Its yellow glare caught mine again, and I felt like running and the fierce hate and intense bloodlust in them. "STOP LOOKING AT ME!" I screamed.
It paused for a second. And then its barrel chest vibrated again in quick short, rumbling bursts, and I realised it was laughing at me. It was the most soul gutting, evil laugh I could ever imagine, and a dark leer drew out its mouth when I started sobbing again. "Gonna get you tarka. Gonna tear out your guts and fill you up with-"
I didn't hear the rest of it words, because after it started with that, I cast a muffliato on myself and welcomed the irritating buzz of blocked ears like Dumbledoor himself was-
-Right, I was about to send for help.
I kept my eyes closed and waved my wand, with an accio summoning a torn piece of scrap paper from my bag. I tried spouting a thin trail of ink from the tip of my wand, and after covering my hands and lap in the black substance (I decided to open my eyes then) managed to scribble:
'Astronomy Tower
Send help ASAP
Vallie Lane'
I then summoned a small part of the stone from its fall to my side. I caught its eye again and gasped, dropping my wand as I watched it shake with rage and its horrible mouth contort into whatever insults it was saying.
I tried picking up my wand again, but had to steady it with both hands before letting my right hand go and transfiguring the rock into a bird. It was one of my favourite spells, that usually produced a shining, merry bluebird, but in my state the creature while still alive was rigid and was still grey. I curled the paper into the grip of its feet, checking that it wouldn't drop it. I stuttered "Albus Dumbledoor's office, quickly.", and then it automatically flew up, and then out of sight in what I assume was the right direction.
The monster roared something again at me, seeming to understand that I had done something to block my ears. It didn't seem to like being ignored, but if I heard whatever else it had to say, I would literally wet myself.
Honestly, do I look like someone who could maintain a poker face for so long?
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Love,
Renzin xo
