Just Coincidental
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Cat, Avatar for the DCG: Whoa, you reviewed like all of my chapter :gapes: I think you're one of the first to actually input some criticism, thanks for that, I know I'm horrible at writing still :points at self with a n00b writer sign: I know Nakuru is an it but it's easier to refer her as a her as she does say she likes being a girl because of the cute skirt :laughs: Yes, I've made a mistake, my beta didn't even catch it at all, work harder Yam! Yes the bell strap was a bit symbolic, I'm not really good with that shipping but Kaho got unknowingly shipped off as for now, since I can't find a good role for her yet. There's a reason behind the lack of card use, it's not so revealed in this chapter, Thanks for your reviews, enjoy this new installation!
jadeamethyst: You never told me you have an account! And you haven't type your crazy fanfiction up yet! You should, just so you can share your crazed mind ness with everyone else. You should try to track down your muse, my muse ran away when I was captured by the pull of Kingdom Hearts II
A/N: Wow, it's been a month and what? Well, a long time. Homework seemed WAY more consistent than usual which is very odd. Kingdom Hearts II came out and begged me to play it. Which I had. I haven't beat it yet but…….I'm getting there, I think….shhh….it's now second listed on top ten rentals here :sad: darn Tomb Raider, I know it's a heck lot better than the last ones, but I adore Kingdom Hearts and it's sequel, yay Roxas and Axel! Woo! This'll be beta'd by my beta, Yam, who I hope will do better, go Yam!
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Running down the long empty hallway where she had thought she would find the little raven haired boy, the worry and concern came back at full force after a good minute of frivolous and fruitless searching.
He has to be here somewhere…I'm not losing another person….
Ducking down another corridor, she reached into the folds of her flapping jacket and touched the deck of magic cards that she carried. A pang of sorrow touched her heart. Continuing in her sprint she pulled one of them out. The black cloaked figure displayed on the card glistened from the rapidly changing lighting angles.
Could she bear to use it? She did swear she wouldn't since that incident when-…no, this isn't the time to bring such things up; the main priority is to make sure Harry was safe...she'll just have to believe this time and hope it won't happen again.
She held the card out in front of her and spoke clearly the words, "Shadow!"
The card dematerialized from her hand and the black cloaked figure depicted on the card formed in front of her. It had worked! Or had it?
Swirls of ancient magic streamed from the stone walls attacking and capturing the Sakura card. She watched startled as the black cloaked figure twisted and retched as the hurricane of coloured aura continued its attempt to bind it.
Snapping out of her predicament, Sakura raised her hand and called Shadow back. Shadow returned into its card form and the tendrils of the castle's essence seeped back into the walls.
"It seems your magic conflicts with that of the castle's, Miss Kinomoto."
The card mistress whirled around to a halt, meeting the gaze of the wizen old headmaster.
"Mr. Dumbledore!" she exclaimed, briefly stuffing the Shadow card back into the inner pocket. 'Harry's gone missing, sir, I'm trying to look for him."
Dumbledore smiled and put his hand on Sakura's shoulder reassuringly.
"Calm down, there's no need to get into a tizzy. I was on my way to see if one of my staff, Severus, is in his private quarters right now. If he's in, we can ask of his assistance. Come along."
In a matter of minutes, or perhaps seconds, they had reached the heavy wooden door that led to the dungeon which held the Potions' classes.
"Let's check in here first," Dumbledore knocked soundly on the door. A moment of muffled shuffling and a gruff voice called from within.
"Come in," Dumbledore unlocked the door. Sakura gasped.
Snape didn't bat an eye to the person that entered the room, as he was currently fixed onto the potion. The gasp rang out in the silent room. He looked up for a moment, turning his gaze to the foreign teenager with a shocked, almost frightened expression on her face. He merely raised an eyebrow.
Curiously enough, she was not staring at him but on something to his right and higher. He followed her gaze to what he presumed was maybe another pitchdurve. High up on the rickety wooden ladder, leaning much too dangerously to the right to grab a worn out box, was his temporary and unwanted guest of an assistant who was on the verge of falling off from two and a quarters metres above the ground. In the split second he say this, the boy's grip on the side of the ladder slipped.
Harry!
My first instincts were to run forwards to catch him. Correction, run forward, side vault all seven low rows of wooden desks, carefully avoid the bubbling cauldron of who knows what, and then catch him. But there was another force that stopped her; a strange sense of déjà vu was flooding out her thoughts and reactions as the scene in front of her slowed dramatically.
The loud and rhythmic thumping of her heart was slowed to match the scene. Harry's fingers slowly left the ladder as he fell backwards.
Falling, falling, falling, he went.
And in the instant it started, it had stopped.
Snape grumbled as he had caught the young boy for the second time in one day. Summertime was supposed to be his vacation away from the school and the noisy, troublesome, students that made his life like hell. They couldn't follow a single thing he taught them. Very few did well at all in his class. And here he was, in the dank and damp dungeons where he hid from the others. Everything reminded him of the insolent pupils that studied here. Here he was, saving brats from their demise.
He set the boy on his feet and brushed the dust that had landed on his black robes from the impact and shelves. Harry clutched the small box close to his chest and stared up at Snape with sorry eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Snape, I didn't mean to-"
"No harm has been done," Snape croaked, striding the short distance back to his cauldron. He picked up a thin blue vial and emptied it into the large pewter pot.
"The powdered moonstone, quickly." Harry stumbled over and held up the box.
After sprinkling in a few pinches, the turquoise concoction paled to a clear light blue. Now he needed to let the potion sit for a half an hour. He might as well see to the guest right now.
"What do you need from me, Headmaster?" the potion master asked, wiping his hands on a rag.
"Why, I was going to check up on you when I ran into Miss Kinomoto here who had lost the child in your presence," Dumbledore gestured a long bony hand at Harry. 'We are grateful he is alright, we were going to ask for your aid in the search but it seems rather unnecessary now."
Sakura walked rigidly into the room and spread her arms as Harry raced around the tables and hugged her round the middle.
"Oh, Harry, I thought I lost you for good this time, who knows what could've happened to you? I'm so sorry for losing you again."
"No, it's my fault, Miss Sakura, I was the one who didn't follow you and got lost, I'm sorry…" Droplets of tears threatened to spill from the glistening emerald green eyes.
"Whose the child and the adolescent here for?" Snape questioned, picking up the empty vials and bottles to the fountain for washing.
"Why, they are the reason we have gathered here in this time. Severus, this is Miss Sakura Kinomoto, heiress of the Clow Cards, now known as the Sakura cards. She was to come here and study western magic by request of a good friend, and this young boy, I'm sure you should already know, is Mister Harry James Potter."
Filch scrubbed the windows frivolously, swearing between clenched teeth. The meeting with the young sorceress had struck a spark in him. Damn, young people, how they ridiculed him for his nonexistent magic. He thought he could at least get some work done with all those dirty teenagers packed and left for a good two months. He hated to clean after those filthy creatures and look over them. Scouring the grounds though, had always left him in a somewhat good mood especially if there were a few first or second year students he could make bugger off.
Surveying the lush green grounds with darting eyes, he stalked off into the corridor and searched for his cat.
"Where are you, my sweet Mrs. Norris?" he rasped, creeping hunched over. Where did that cat of his go? Mrs. Norris was never busy or gone too far on holidays.
A soft mewing reached his ears. Down the corridor, a purple haired girl stood, stroking the unkempt grey fur of his closest companion who was accepting this treatment.
Red in the face with anger, he stomped towards them and growled in a low voice, "What are you doing to Mrs. Norris!"
The girl in question turned with a wide-eyed expression. He recognised her now; she was with the girl that bumped into him earlier.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is this your cat, Mr. Filch?" the girl asked.
The caretaker snatched the feline from her grasps and sneered, "Don't touch her…" with that said, he was gone as he came leaving Tomoyo very alone and very aware of the stalling she had being doing instead of her initial mission to look for the missing child.
The large water run clock tower rang out thrice, the sky pitch black and blue with bright spots speckled over its surface. The lake was glazed over like glass, still in the night. The surreal scene outside was even more unbelievable as no wind was blowing and everything stood still.
Brushing strands of her honey brown hair away from her face, Sakura gazed unseeing out the window. Tucking her legs up onto the comfy red armchair she was sitting on, the light sound of snoring came from her room where she had left her slumbering guardian.
It was a night like this, when it had happened. She remembered it very clearly though it had almost been a year since. She had tried to forget, but it was no use, it would always come back, one way or another.
"Silly me, one can never forget the past, it is what has shaped us in this present, a thing that can't be thrown away," she whispered softly to herself. A solemn smile graced her lips as short flashes of the incident played in front of her eyes.
The small forest seemed dead of movement but alive in growth. A snap of a twig brought her attention behind her to the one she loved most….
Syaoran smiled and dragged her over to the railing to view the small lake at the esta-….
The pinching and petting stopped when Ieran walked in and settled them down….
I know I can do this; I've done this before…. Don't let your guard down…. I won't….. Look out…….!
Syaoran…..!
A screech and the sound of metal meeting flesh; her legs could not bring enough strength to stand again…. Hot tears track down her face….. I'm sorry………sorry…… You are unworthy……….
Unworthy…………
Unworthy………… Unworthy, Card mistress……….. "Miss Sakura?"
Sakura snapped out of her trek through her memories, and jerked her head over to the owner of the voice.
Harry stood timidly in a pair of striped pale green pyjamas, rubbing his eyes of sleep.
"Oh, Harry, go back to sleep, I'm just not tired." Harry cast her a look of concern but went back to his room nonetheless.
She wiped off the reminder of her tears that were hidden in the darkness and realized only then that in her hands she was clutching the Sakura cards and the bell strap.
Syaoran…..
Her heart ached for him, but she knew it was useless. She was pathetic and she knew it.
Harsh and rapid breath escaped his dried lips. He wrapped the tattered and patched black shawl around him. He had no time, he knew no time. This may as well be the place of his death. Not that anyone would care or care to notice. This was a dark place; things that happened here were not for the innocent eyes to behold.
Propping himself against the cold stone wall of the filthy alleyway, a joint of pain came from his shoulder. He held in a yelp and pushed himself staggering to his bare and cut feet. Dried blood caked the underside of his feet and splotched on his cheek. Uneven yellow teeth gnashed together in attempt to keep in the pain. This alleyway was one of the many resting places he found. He had travelled great distances. A traveller who is in search to please his master.
Most people would say it was useless to try. How can effort be useless? No…….they were merely jealous that I thought of this first. Even if it took me seven years of fruitless searching, that goal I wish to seek and obtain had to be somewhere. Perhaps it would be here that I finally learn of it, perhaps this is where my search for inspiration ends.
End the suffering of these years and give me my goal that would be a wonderful thing to behold. Oh master, if you can see how much I had suffered for you, how much I did for you, how much I have found for you, would you accept and recognize me? Would my lifetime ambition to join you in your revolution be fulfilled at last? I wish it so. If you could only see me now, so filthy and unworthy. I could never face you again until I have found it. Wait for me master, I will bring your trophy and then seek the corners of the world for you. Please, wait for me master, wait for your humble and pitiful servant to return to your side.
Master……where are you? I, your faithful servant wants to bring you to full glory………..let the world be at your feet, master……..but what should your servant do, to please you, master? I would do anything……tell me master, please……
A maniacal grin adorned his unshaven face. His beady milk blue eyes darted quickly from wall to wall, swaying slightly as he walked.
He would serve his master well. Yes, that is what he must do. He must accomplish something great before returning.
By now he had left the alleyway, into the narrow and equally dark streets of Knockturn Alley. Roughly, he was knocked into a glass window by a tall man in a trench coat who disappeared suddenly.
He lied there, leaning against the glass, breathing heavily. The green witch carrying a tray shot him looks of disgust as she tried to carry on her business. A sharp poking on his stomach made him look.
"Get off my front window, you vermin! I can't do business with bums like you hanging around! Shoo!" the man said, jabbing him with his cane, other hand just inches from his wand.
It was best not to arouse suspicion; he got up slowly and allowed himself to get shoved now and then by the passing crowd, hissing when one of his injuries hurt.
What will he do that would please, master? Master was a picky person, there was very little he likes, and if the things he liked were done by others, he would dislike it very so. It must be something that can benefit master……something that would bring great opportunity.
It was as if someone had lit a light in his head, a dim light but a light nonetheless. The shawl slipped down and exposed long straggly dark brown hair. He cackled excitedly.
"I, your servant will do well in your honour, master!" he croaked towards the blackened sky. A crazed grin stuck fast to his face. He laughed and laughed that was until the witch whacked him with an empty tray.
It was the perfect plan. He just needed to put it into action. It was so perfect that his master would adore him and be proud. The only thing that could ever bring such a thing into existence would be...
The death of Albus Dumbledore.
A/N: Ooooo who is this person? I don't even know……he just randomly hacked into my brain and inserted himself. Oh well, I'll find a better reason for him soon, I hope. We've started A Midsummer Night's Dream in English and it's begging me to write a fanfiction for it, I swear. I probably would, but not until I finish reading it, it's really hard to understand perfectly. :dizzy:
Yam (Beta dudette): Haha, comprehend – I was so used to just spellchecking and coma removing, I wouldnt have thought you'd get your words mixed up for once. Well anyway, apprehend is a synonym for comprehend, but not in this case. WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM (censored)? WRITING A FANFICTION FOR A MID-SUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM? Crazy much? Der, have fun doing your chinese homework...:P -Maniacally runs outside and bathes in the sun's warmth-
I'm not dingy, I'm parsimonious.
A/N:mad: I can't believe you actually used my real name in your note 8O I censored it out though. And it's not really a fanfiction FOR midsummer night's dream but a fanfiction loosely based on it. You and long words and your small difficult words. P.S. The don't show up when uploaded on Fanfiction Oo
Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you think of it, anything needed to be change, suggestions to the plot. Thanks again.
