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"Talking"
"Speaking in Shadows"
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Chapter Eight
Harry had been searching half the night, looking for the perfect child. Finally, he found one.
It was a little girl, about the age of four. She had curly blonde hair and was currently sleeping in her bed. He quietly entered her room, a smirk playing on his lips as he thought of how the girl thought she was safe in her bed, cuddling a stuffed black dog.
A surge of anger and pain went through him, he had almost forgotten about the one who tried to kill Sirius. He put those thoughts into the back of his mind; he had other things to deal with. He picked up the girl gently, and shadow-faded her away.
Big blue eyes opened, curious as to why she wasn't in her bed. Looking around, she was in a bare room of some type. She tried to move her arm, only to find that it was tied down, along with her legs. She started to cry.
"You can cry all you want, no one will save you." Rabastan said, looking down at her while grinning. "It will be over by the end of the night anyway." Harry came through the door, holding a knife. "So who are you trying to summon?" Rabastan asked.
"Angeline." He answered.
"And is this child going to summon her?"
"Angeline only makes an appearance when a child is in pain." Harry walked right next to her. "I chose her specifically because she looks like her child that was burned alive. So, naturally, Angeline will be more attentive to her than another."
"Then why in the summoning room? Wouldn't she protect her anywhere else?"
"Most likely, but I want to make sure, I don't want to waste my time on nothing." Harry said. "Don't you have a potion to finish?"
Rabastan nodded and left, he knew a dismissal when he heard one.
"Please," the little girl begged. "I just want to go home."
Harry lightly traced the knife on her flesh, leaving a light red mark in its wake.
She couldn't hold back the tears as they fell down her face. She had shut her eyes, unable to look at the monster that was dragging the knife along her skin, she cried out in pain as it suddenly dug deeper.
Harry went even deeper, ignoring her screams and the blood pooling below her. "Come on." He muttered. "I don't have all night."
A light shimmered not too far away. Harry stopped putting pressure on the blade and stood, waiting.
The shimmer soon took on human shape. A woman in a white tattered dress appeared, her hair was white, stained with dirt and blood, and her saddened eyes constantly cried blood.
"Hello Harry," Angeline spoke softly. She floated over to the crying child, kissing her forehead; Angeline took the little girl's pain for her own. The child died peacefully. "You have something to ask me?"
"I met my mother, I made her decide, and she chose her family. Even though she is opposing me, I have no urge to kill her. Why is that?" Harry yelled toward the end.
"Mother is God in the eyes of a child." She said. "She's your mother, whether or not she betrayed you. Even I can not erase a child's love for its mother."
"You told me that I wouldn't have those feelings anymore when you took my humanity away from me!" Harry's eyes glowed red. "And this night! That child had a stuffed dog that looked like Sirius' dog form. I felt pain!"
Angeline shook her head, as she cradled the dead child's body close to her chest. "You only felt an echo, not true pain. You remember what it felt like, having your heart ripped from your chest, ordering to have your godfather killed by your own shadow leader in order to avoid a fate worse than death."
"I don't need you to remind me of what I did." Harry growled.
"Oh my child," she said to him, "why won't you just come with me? End all of your torment, all of your suffering. I'll protect you from the world."
"I have unfinished business here." He said. "I can't let them get away with what they have done."
Her bloody tears intensified. Angeline's hand touched his face, Harry's emotions sprang to life. He felt human again.
He hated it.
"Be careful, my child. Danger lies ahead." With that, Angeline was gone, taking the child's dead body with her.
Harry's emotions disappeared, he fell to the ground in exhaustion. "Rashika!" He gasped out. The cat appeared. "Take me back to Hogwarts."
Rashika brought him outside the grounds. "Will you be alright master?"
"Yes, I was just overwhelmed, that's all." Harry picked himself up off the ground, and headed for his dorm room.
*Unknown Location*
The nightmare laughed, "So, he suspects something?"
"Y-yes" The shade stuttered in fear. He circled around the lone shade.
"Will he figure it out before the end?" It said nothing. "ANSWER ME!"
It let out a screech and tried to shadow-fade away, but found there weren't enough shadows to do so. The nightmare had put it in a box with bright lights. "As you can see, it can not escape."
"But will it hold Potter?" A thing rasped, it had little to no energy.
"Do you doubt me? I, unlike you, do not underestimate things. Besides, I won't let my little slave escape twice." He entered the box, and killed the shade.
"What would happen if Potter dies?"
"Nightmares are not told the secrets of Shade-kind. And as we agreed, Potter was not to be killed. He is mine and mine alone. I decide when he will die. I'm only doing this to get my little slave. The only reason I joined you was because you can get him here before he figures out everything."
"I know what the plan is!" The thing broke out in coughs. "Don't forget," It rasped again, its energy spent. "I need a drop of his blood."
"I haven't forgotten." He growled. "Just remember who he will belong to."
*Hogwarts*
The entire school was buzzing about Justin and, surprisingly, Harry. They were saying Harry was just trying to steal attention away from his brother, everyone knew how he envied him. Justin was just trying to obtain more attention than he already had. Harry was sick of it already. But he endured; he knew it was coming to an end soon.
"Shadow Master," spoke a shade. "I have a message."
"What?" Harry asked.
"The other says, it is done. I was told you would be able to understand this?"
He nodded. Even though the shade's English was slightly incoherent, he understood the meaning. Rabastan was done, the potion was complete. Harry smiled, but it quickly faded, he had to wait until night to go anywhere.
*Time Skip*
Harry held the light blue potion in his hand. "Are you sure it will work?"
Rabastan nodded. "Positive. The test subject, as you can see," he pointed to a human sitting on the ground. "He is completely obedient. Stand up!" The man stood, a little off balance, but obeyed. "The subject will obey any command you give them, quite like the imperio curse, but it can't be traced back to you. But it can only be done once it is given the mind destroying potion" "And the other?" Rabastan grinned. "It's done. I've tested it on another, they are at this moment in a holding cell, if you'll follow me?" Harry walked deeper into the cells. They finally stopped in front of one, inside was a woman, she blinked owlishly at them.
"Are you here to give me more? Please, I need it." She flung herself at the bars. "Please!"
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. He spoke, "it's addictive. Which, I'm sure you can understand, is a good thing. If I can demonstrate?" at his nod, he gave her a command. "Chew off your arm and I'll give you more."
The woman looked slightly apprehensive. "Promise?"
He smiled charmingly at her, "Of course," And to Harry's surprise, she did. Once she was done, Rabastan threw her a vial. She downed the thick green liquid quickly, ignoring the bloody stump that was now her arm. All that mattered was going down her throat. "If you're nice to them, they will respond better but they will respond if you are just as bad. If they don't get any weekly, they will die. Not that it's poisonous but because they can think of nothing else but the next dose. They will do anything to get one.
"They will not harm the distributor. One of the side effects of the potion. I suppose you want to be the one to give it to the mudblood?" Harry nodded. Rabastan handed over a phial. "How long before it takes effect?" "A few days, that is if you give them a daily dose." Harry left without another word.
"Hello Granger." He said to the girl in the far corner of the cell. She shivered in fear. It had been a few months since she saw him, but Rabastan came by regularly, often taunting her, saying how Harry was worse than he was, he forced her to watch him torture poor Rita over and over again. The poor thing couldn't even scream any more. Hermione didn't even think she had a throat left too scream. "You don't have to be afraid of me Gran- Hermione." She looked up at the sound of her name. "I have something for you to drink."
She looked warily at him. "H-how do I know t-that won't kill m-me?" Her voice was cracking, it had been too long since she last used it.
"You don't have a choice. I'm trying to be nice, do you want me to force you?"Her logic took over, she knew it was hopeless. Silently, she hoped it killed her. Harry went into the cell and poured the potion down her throat. A euphoria had taken over, for the first time she had been there, she felt happy, not even the huddled thing in the corner could sadden her. Hermione fell into a peaceful sleep. It would be several hours later before the potion wore off, leaving only cold, dead, and empty emotions behind and her craving more.
"Curious." Harry said to himself, ignoring the quivering bundle in the corner. He shadow-faded away.
End of Chapter Eight
