Ok I'm back after much to long. I would first like to apologize to all my readers for the extremely late timing. My computer got a extremely evil virus that destroyed it. T.T So I had to get a new one and download lots of stuff for that. Not fun. Then lots of other stuff decided to take advantage of me with some surprise crap. So anyway long story short, I'm back.
Harry P.O.V.
Everything went still. Hagrid had dropped his tea kettle and it fell to the ground in a clatter. He hastily went about trying to clean up the mess. Ron and Hermione both looked stricken, mostly Ron, and Harry found himself looking at the professors.
Sapphire curiously examined the scene that unfolded and wondered if something Ruby said was wrong.
"W-who did you say?" Hermione asked recovering, but very much unnerved.
Ruby coughed and hoarsely repeated, "Voldemort." Again the entire room flinched, well except for the black haired boy. He kept his composure.
"Not ter' be rude' or anythin' professors," Hagrid said, "but could yah please not repeat 'hat blasted name?"
"What? Voldemort?" Sapphire asked. Everyone except Harry flinched.
Ruby sighed, "Yes, they mean Voldemort! What other name could we have been talking about!" Again the room flinched, except for Harry.
"Well sorry! I don't see what the big deal is about the name Voldemort-" Flinch. "-it doesn't sound that scary. It rhymes with moldy wart."
"Don't you remember? Voldemort"-Flinch.-"was that dark wizard from long ago. That's probably why they are uncomfortable hearing the name, Voldemort," Ruby reminded her. Another collective flinch, except for Harry, who was beginning to laugh from the look on everyone's faces at the constant repetition of the name.
"Oh it's that Voldemort-"Flinch."-I thought we were talking about another Voldemort."
Ruby spat out a slug, "How many Voldemorts"- Flinch-" do you think there are in history? There has only been one Voldemort, and he was very dangerous. You should know that."
Sapphire rolled her eyes, "Yeah yeah, I know that Voldemort was dangerous. But, seriously, who names themselves or their child Voldemort?"
"I don't think Voldemort was his original name, but who knows? Maybe he had a grandfather named Voldemort or a father named Voldemort. Maybe Voldemort means something in another language. Maybe he changed it to Voldemort after becoming evil or something along those lines," Ruby replied with a shrug. Both were unaware of the amount of distress, fear, and anxiety they were putting in Hagrid, Hermione, and Ron. Harry would have laughed had the matter not been so serious and stressful to his friends.
"Voldemort must have-" Sapphire began, but Hagrid had quickly interrupted with tea for everyone. Hermione, but mostly Hagrid and Ron had pale faces and slightly shaking bodies; their nerves jumped. Unease. Hagrid's plan worked on shutting up the conversation about Voldemort, and Hermione had a plate of Hagrid's tarts ready in case if he needed back up.
But with her curiosity getting the best of her, Hermione tried again, "How would...He Who Must Not Be Named be responsible for the loss of Pokémon?"
Sapphire and Ruby both set down their tea cups with a clatter and exchanged looks of sadness and sorrow. "You see... Pokémon are- no that's not a good way to explain-... Let's see," Sapphire said tapping her finger on her chin, "how to explain this?"
"He slaughtered all of them," Ruby replied bluntly, but with malice and bitterness. Everyone gasped.
"Is that true professors?!" All three students exclaimed at once. Both solemnly nodded.
"Despite the low numbers, their were actually quite a few populations and communities of Pokémon living in this area. However, it had been many generations since a wizard had actually seen a real wild Pokémon, thus they were forgotten for many years, and rarely seen. But Voldemort" -Sudder- "was not like others. It's said he stumbled across an ancient book in your library at one point which mentioned the properties of Pokémon."
Sapphire somberly took over when Ruby had to take a slug break, "Most specifically, the amazing "magical" properties of them and the ancients. Their power interested him greatly, and he set about finding the lost creatures. They liked him when he went to school, finding him charming and kind. He fed them, talked with them to establish bonds. He conducted research, and, when he tried to take over the magical world, tried desperately to get them to join him. But the Pokémon were innocent and wise, and few fell under corruption, and sadly looked away from the monster of their once friend. Those that joined were horribly tested on and destroyed for their magic. Anyways, seeing that he would not succeed in coercing them to go to war, he started to kill them. Whether they got in his way or not, and many did go against him, but with his huge amounts of supporters, and the Pokémon numbers constantly falling, they could not keep up. To top it off, he even started a sick sport of killing Pokémon for glory and fun."
Harry felt sickened. It reminded him of the slaughtering of the unicorns in the forest last year. Creatures so innocent, yet powerful, all destroyed at Voldemort's hand.
"Professors..." Hermione asked, "What do you mean by Him being so interested in the power of ancients? Ancient what?"
Ruby smiled a little, "My, this group sure does pay attention to little details. Didn't I tell you Sapphire?"
Sapphire sighed, "Yes, you were right as usual. Not that I thought they weren't."
Harry knew they were trying to put off the question and stall. "What is it professors?"
"Remember how we told you about the myths and legends of extremely powerful Pokémon deities?," Ruby finally replied, "He believed in many of them. Of course, he was a fool for doing so. He searched high and low for them, but they would not appear. He wished for an unobtainable power, something that is a mere child's tale. Even if they did exist, there would be no way they would appear to him."
"What are these deities professors? You speak about them as if-" But Hermione was cut off with the sound of the lunch bell in the distance. Harry saw Ruby breathe a sigh of relief, but gasped as Sapphire literally pulled him off the bed.
"We better get going! We are already are missing enough school already! Nice chatting with you all today!" Sapphire cheerily shouted. Then she ran out the door, dragging a still sick looking Ruby behind her.
"How weird," Ron remarked.
"It's almost like they were starting to talk about something they'd rather not," Hermione pondered aloud. They all looked to Hagrid, who shifted uneasily.
"Wha' do ya always look to me! Now, ya should hurry on to class, before yer late. I'll keep 'n eye on Ron 'n send him up when he's ready," Hagrid said pushing them out the door.
After the afternoon passed, Harry found himself and Ron splitting up to their respective detentions. Ron had to polish the entire trophy room, but compared to Harry's, it was a dream. He had to go answer fan mail with Lockhart. The punishment had not even started yet and Harry already thought he was in a nightmare.
"See you later Harry," Ron glumly said before leaving. Harry waved him goodbye and faced the dreaded torture of the evening.
However, Harry heard something scampering about, dragging closure and closure. Glittering red eyes peered out from the shadows and a low growl was sounded. Harry finally realized that it was Sapphire's Absol, but why was it here? It stood for a moment staring at him, before it gave a great leap and bounded away.
Harry could not understand why it just suddenly appeared and then ran away. I still have a detention to finish, he thought with a sigh.
A promise to a ghost was something Harry wished he had not had done. The Halloween feast was supposed to be even better this year, and with Hagrid's towering pumpkins, and various decorations, Harry could believe it. There were even rumors that the new professor's and their friends had a special treat too. Students had been gossiping all week about how they had ghostly apparitions and demons following them around, but that was only some of the rumors. Harry would not have believed it, that is, until they came to the staircases.
A large mass of students, including him, Ron, and Hermione, were clustered waiting for the moving staircase, when everybody noticed an odd chandelier swinging over head. Nobody thought much of it, until the staircase and chandelier stopped suddenly, the hall becoming much darker than usual. A haze settled over the mass of students and Harry noticed it had gotten much colder than it was before. All of a sudden, the chandelier burst ablaze, the eerie purplish- blue flames casting an unsettling glow on everyone.
Eyes began appearing around them with crooked smiles. A dark mass in the shape of a hand reached out and grabbed one of the first years. She screamed and sent everyone into a wave of panic and fear. Small purple flames began to dance over their heads, their light breaking enough of the haze for the students to see bright yellow eyes and some sort of a face on the chandelier.
"Will O' Wisps," Hermione whispered.
Something let out a piercing shriek, and a dark mass climbed out of the shadows. It jumped at them with a loud cry, with pointed teeth and claws grabbing at them. Another wave of screams sounded as they backed up, only to come face to face with a skull. Its dancing black orb-like eye fell out, as it let out another wail. A ghostly puppet appeared out of nowhere and, sticking out its tongue, licked a couple of students. Another one came forward, looking like a witch with a hat and cloak, suddenly sent shivers down all their spines with its eerie chanting. It lunged, making everyone scream again, but disappeared into the ground.
The haze suddenly lifted. Harry saw that all the (ghosts?) were laughing at them and snickering. The students all turned red or pale depending on how quickly they recovered, and Harry saw Ron about to pull out his wand, when footsteps came hurriedly down the hall. All the trainers had come and looked exhausted.
"There you all are! Where's Chandelure and Mismagius?" the trainer Harry remembered as Black demanded. He was met only with a couple of snickers and the ghostly puppet even spat out its tongue mockingly, before they fled in different directions, disappearing completely or even going through the walls or ground.
"Dang it!" the boy sighed.
"Well," the girl, Silver, reminded him thoughtfully, "This is their night. The one time of year they can play pranks and be scary. They are Ghost types after all, I don't see why we can't let them have a little fun."
"We aren't worried about that, we just don't want them to scare a child to death or get blasted with a spell. Even though they are only playing, they are still our responsibility and can be dangerous to the students here," Gold reminded her.
"At least it's not as bad as it would be if Red's Gengar was here," White said with a smirk. Silver laughed.
"Don't remind us," the two boys said gloomily.
"Hey, that was actually very funny. I still can't believe you two fell for it though, it was hilarious!" Silver said giggling.
"It took forever to wash that out though!"
"Hey! Did you find who was screaming?" Ruby called running towards them.
Silver nodded, "Yes, it was this group of students. The Ghost types strike again."
"Who was there?" Sapphire asked.
Black nodded, "I think I saw your Shuppet, Ruby's Duskull and Sableye, Silver's Mismagius, White's Chandelure, and that's all. I still have yet to find my Yamask."
"Let's split up and try to find them again," Ruby sighed. He turned to the students, "I apologies. They get very rowdy around this time of year. Think about it as their version of Christmas. I advise you all to be careful tonight. Tricks of all sorts will be about." Then all the trainers ran down the halls towards the directions of other students' screams.
"Come on, let's go," Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione. They nodded and snuck quietly away from the whispering, uneasy mass down the staircase.
The Death Day Party was... nice. Ghost from all over sat about, eating and drinking mold encrusted refreshments (though most of the time, it just slide back out). Harry was scanning the crowd for Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of honor, but could not find him. Harry finally decided to ask one of the guests where Nick was.
"Excuse me," Harry said, tapping on the shoulder of a witch in a dark purple cloak and hat, "Can you tell me where Sir Nicholas is?" The witch didn't move, but some sort of cloth piece levitated, pointing to the direction of a group of ghosts. With chills leaping up his spine, Harry whispered, "Thank you."
The witch answered with a quiet, "Mismagius." Harry's eyes widened as the witch turned around to reveal a hovering cloak, hat, and a small face in between the two. A crooked W shaped mouth with ruby eyes gave it a permanent sinister and mischievous look. It gave him a crooked smile before floating away to another table.
Harry was about to walk the direction the creature had pointed, wondering what it was doing here, when he tripped over something. Harry caught himself in time to see a dark mass scurry away, snickering. It stopped to glanced back, with actual gemstone eyes and a jagged smile sparkling mischievously. But then it slowly blurred out as it got further away. Harry felt his face. His glasses were gone! They had been stolen by that dark creature.
He reach for his wand. It was gone too!
"Harry! Are you alright? What happened to your glasses?" Hermione's voice came to him.
"I'm fine," he grumbled, "but my wand and glasses were stolen, by some creature. It was dark, almost like made from shadows, and it had eyes like gemstones."
"Hold on mate, I will get it," Ron said somewhere next to him. Harry could make out their faces through all blurry surroundings.
"Ron, I think it will be best if I got Harry's things back. Your wand isn't in the... best condition." Harry heard Ron grumble but agree. She gasped, "There it is! With Harry's glasses. Wait, what's that? Do you see it Ron? It just- it just smacked and grabbed Harry's things!"
Not much longer afterwards, the (witch) creature from before came into blurry view handing Harry his glasses and his wand. After Harry managed to get his spectacles back on, he saw it was accompanied by the thief that took his belongings in the first place. The dark mass looked at him with a permanent shark-toothed grin, it's gemstone eyes gleaming. The floating witch smacked it again.
The creature put its hands in a pleading motion and dipped its head. "Sableye. Sable Sable!" it pleaded.
Was it really apologizing? Harry looked to his other two companions; Hermione perplexed, and Ron simply shrugged. Unsure of what to say, Harry put his wand in his pocket, "Err... I accept your apology?"
The witch, satisfied, floated off, but not before giving the dark creature a cold glare. When he looked back down, the creature was nowhere nearby. Instead it was scurrying away, spitting it's tongue out as it left.
"Come on Harry! We got to find Nick!" Hermione whispered.
"Were we supposed to get a gift?" Ron asked.
"What could we get a ghost?" Hermione replied, rolling her eyes.
"Hey! It's the thought that counts, right Harry?," Ron countered, nudging Harry. But what Harry was focusing was that it seemed all the creatures that terrified them before, we're partying with the rest of the ghosts.
"Why are they down here? Did Nick invite them?" Harry pointed. The one with a skull mask was angrily chasing the thieving shadow creature with the ghostly puppet. Probally stole something from them too.
"Maybe they just wandered here trying to escape from the professors?"
"Never mind," Harry shook his head, "we're here for Nick. Let's get to him first."
-did-
Sapphire POV
She managed to sneak away from the others. She softly reached for a Poke ball.
"Ok Absol," she whispered, "our search continues." Once successfully emerging from its ball, it nodded. They waited for some time.
Then Absol's eyes suddenly widened. It began to run down a corridor, with Sapphire trying to keep up.
"What is it? What going to happ-" She stopped herself and froze. Absol had just stopped by a stoney, torchlit wall. There, a cat hung off, stiff as a board, from it's tail on one of the torches.
But, what terrified her the most was the chilling message written on red from the wall.
"The Chamber of Secretes has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware?" she whispered to herself, with Absol's red eyes staring off into the distance.
Sorry it's so short. Not my best chapter but I was trying to get this out quickly. Sorry if there's some odd mistakes, I tried to proof read it quickly. XD I promise next chapter will be better. See ya!