Sneak Peek Of The Compassion Sequel: Perfection
I remember being carried, but not to here. A house deep within in the woods, I recognized them. All I remember is a bear, or was it a bear? Was it human? Or maybe it was a animagi?
"Goodmorning" said a familiar voice.
"Peter? Do you live here" I asked.
"Yeah, inherited this place from my Uncle...Samuel Scavenger" explained Peter.
"It's quite a place" I told him, standing from the bedroom and walking around the house.
Once I'd arrived in the living room, I found the painting of 'Cesaire' the great black wolf.
"Your Uncle take part in mythology" I questioned.
"Yeah, became obsessed with that one...caused my Aunt to leave him, he was always so caught up in his studies – everyone worried about him. He took pictures of it too, claims he knows Cesaire is real" stated Peter.
"You ever try to prove that he was right" I asked looking to Peter.
"My family would've thought I'd gone batty, following in my uncle's footsteps. If I followed his trail my family would disown me" insisted Peter.
"What if they never had to know?" I asked.
"Know what? That Cesaire was just a myth, and never could have existed?-" "No, that you tried...and proved your Uncle Samuel was never insane" I insisted, interrupting Peter.
"It's a dangerous road" stated Peter.
"I'd go with you" I replied.
Peter smiled at me, and neared me.
"I'd like to kiss you" expressed Peter.
"Kiss me" I breathed.
Peter pulled into his arms, and kissed me deeply. This caused me to smile towards him, and then he kissed me again. Lowering me onto the couch, and continuing to kiss me. His lips moved against my neck, and a let a few small moans come out every once and awhile.
Then when he joined lips with me again, our lips felt as though were two perfect pieces of a puzzle matching at every turn. There would be no change in this, and no difference. Just the feeling of being deeply loved by another.
"Are you sure this is necessary, my lord" questioned Lucius.
"Yes, Lucius...but do not drop it" hissed Voldemort.
Every Death Eater stood within the castle, monitoring all of the students. Many of Dumbledore's Army seemed quite worried for what may be in store for them, however, as Lucius took away the small potion flask from his master and removed the cork. The fumes held within it poured out into the room, causing everyone to cough. It was horrible, seeing people gasping for breath and yet continuing.
Voldemort however, was smirking and coughing yet still. This was unbelievable, completely horrid. Lucius triggered a memory within his mind, of which the moment he'd been speaking to Severus.
"What exactly will it do" questioned Lucius.
"A massive six hour sleep, which will cause all able to smell the fumes to faint. Everything within the dream will be shared amongst all, you will not have your own separate dreams...unless your mind is well guarded enough to endure the fumes, even then you'll be sent into the infused dreams" explained Severus.
"Six hours? Doesn't sound like that great of a plan-" "That six hours, will feel like 6 months. Pushing yourself out of the infused dream would bring you into a realm with others who'd done the same, then you would be hunted" stated Severus, interrupting Lucius.
"Hunted?...By whom exactly" responded Lucius, in great disbelief.
"Not who...more of a what" replied Severus.
"What is this what?" asked Lucius.
"Some say it looks like a dementor, others say a cloaked monster that is worse then a dementor...muggles say it's mouth is like an empty speaker, not sucking away your happiness; but indeed ripping away your soul" answered Severus.
"How will we know when we'll be pulled out" asked Lucius.
"I've trained Kreacher to generate wave length music that will be played from within side your manor" Severus responded.
"How much time will be left then" Lucius questioned once more.
"Only a mere minute, and then you will all be sent out...as long as none of you are killed, for once you're out; you'll develop harmful cuts on your body" answered Severus.
Lucius looked worriedly to Draco, whom was coughing beside his friends. How he hoped that Draco would find his way to Annette, even if the girl would she wouldn't need him...Lucius could be sure they'd be safe, together. As he and Narcissa had once been, and felt towards one another.
I pulled away, and looked through the window.
"Is it just me...or is it darkening" I questioned.
Peter came nearby the window.
"Do you smell that" asked Peter.
"Peppermint, and what is that?...sage" I stated aloud.
Oh no I thought. My vision began to shake, and first I saw Peter fall; which then, as I descended into the darkness. It was safe to assume...I'd followed.
AN: I can only hope you liked it, and please no negativity!
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-MadmoiselleIvory
