After all that time, I have finally regained the will to write….sighs…high school drama is taking its toll on me here's the next chapter…beware…some parts may be a bit more graphic than this story had been, yep, blood and gore….sighs again…high school is weird…and the chapter may be shortish…ah I mean shorter than usual. Btw…if you phone card still works, give me a call soon…I think? The last call lasted only a few seconds…to the one I am referring to, you know who you are.
deepest of all magic, and much more tragic, that is blood magic~ ~ ~ ~
The shrill howling wind danced mournfully along the treetops of the forbidden forest, now and then, leaves, gold along the edges, would hitch a ride for a while…then swaying, joining their brethrens on the dewy forest floor. This particular one was sailing for a particularly long time and crunched as a hoof landed on it, as the centaur looked up for a sign from the stars. The crystalline glows of the stars reflected in his obsidian eyes…they watered, for only a moment, for after, he smiled understandingly. After all, it is what must come to pass, futile to prevent the obligatory, though many lives must be lost in the process in order for the next generation to bloom under the sun, far from the watchful, resilient shadows.
"The second phase is beginning" the centaur thought, "The world shall be plunged into darkness anew and be freed at last by them; though at a great price…" In the distance the sun is rising, but a darkness seems to gnaw away the light, the light that shall not rise again till night is lifted and the world remade…a silver dawn, a golden sun, upon the cerulean sky; a tale, a legend, told forever in songs.
His voice was deep, the tone was rich, the silent mourning carried and lost by the wind. Those fortunate ones that heard his song was enlightened, but a great sorrow weighs upon them, yet, greater still, a hope rekindled, for a future of freedom, no matter how hopeless it will seems. They looked up, at the light, the great silver star that had always appeared when hope is thinning; the one that streaks across the great sapphire dome. The star of hope, as some says, others, those keen of eye, say that it was a great spirit of a silver dragon taking shape of a comet, perhaps it was him…the Weasley boy, but that was impossible, his soul was torn to shreds, that's what they say, urban legends…foolish, giving false hope…childish. That's what he thinks, the ghost of a once great wizard, Godfrey Gryffindor, brother of the mighty Godric Gryffindor, whose descendents are the Weasley Clan, mainly at least, the soul that was doomed to roam the Court of Courage, estate of Gryffindor within Hogwarts.
Far from the distance, approaching the Hog's Head, Blaise Zabini, bearing blood-red eyes, the only thing that was visible under the cloak of darkness that shroud around him. Drip. A single drop of rain fell. Drop. Another followed. The pitter patter of raindrops that dampened the roads of Hogsmead with each sound. Splash! A boot of leather thudded heavily against the coarse sand. Crunch. Squeeeee…a wooden door creaked as it swung open. Crash!
"What? Who?! Show your self intruder!" A startled voice, crackling with age, sounded. Perfect, the trespasser grinned.
Eeee…Creeeeak…the old wooden planks groaned under his weight. Tap, tap, tap. Quickened steps from above. Still yet, unbearably slow pace from the other, steady rhythm of squeaks. The heavy boots is now scraping along the floor, as if its owner is fatigued, dragging his feet along. Bam! A body slammed against the wall. Aberforth gagged, the hand around his throat (which was at the same time pinning him to the wall) is increasing its pressure. With one last effort, he jabbed his wand toward the former. He skidded back a few steps and rammed into a table. The hood slid off….
"Long time no see, little brother, today I will be asking a little favor from you." The voice of Albus Dumbledore echoed out of Blaise.
"Let the boy go! Your business is with me, don't get him involved." The goat lover growled and tightened his grip on his wand.
"Ah, I will, after he serves his purpose, then this body will be useless. I will discard it then. But now, shouldn't you be glad? Without the boy I would never have seen you again, my beloved brother." A shrill laughter, a hand twirled his hair almost absent mindedly.
"Imperio!" Aberforth slashed his wand toward the Slytherin.
A scarlet beam deflected the Unforgivable, "My, oh my, little brother, using unforgivables? You have been a naughty little boy." He grinned maliciously. His wand made a swirl motion and instantly, chilling coils in the form of scarlet serpents wrapped around Aberforth's limbs who blacked out as he was lightly tapped on the head with a wand.
~~~they fled through the night, in silent flight, to where the darkness devours all light~~~
His eyes fluttered opened groggily, he…he…Was bound spread-eagled on a stone altar?! His memories flooded back to him in pieces…night…intruder…brother…Blaise…fiery serpents…darkness…Immediately, the wizard was alert, scanning his surroundings as discreetly as possible. "A cave," he thought, next, he pulled on the bindings…no use, too tight…
"Awake, I see? Well, we can't have that; I am not nearly ready yet. It must be this useless body, can't even cast spells properly…but it will have to do for now." Blaise Zabini muttered, shaking his head. Darkness came again.
~~Upon table of glistening stone; one lies there and one alone, he lies forever where spirits moan~~
Blood. Pain. Burning. This time, he can feel the runes burning upon his skin; feel the blood flowing slowly from him. He was blindfolded, and restricted of all movement. "This is the end." He thought "The end of Alberforth Dumbledore. Aberforth the fool, Aberforth the weak. Here to die cruelly in the middle of no where. At the hand of his brother. Fitting. For one who watched as his sister die in agony. Murderer by inaction."
"Awake again?" That voice, the one whom he had grown to hate, though part of him refuse to accept that. "This time I am ready. Ready to dispose of this useless body."
A short gasp. More blood, blood of another that was seeping through his robes, warm fresh blood. "Blaise!" he tried to say, but no sound came out of Aberforth Dumbledore's mouth. He tried to flinch when the said boy's still beating heart thudded against his chest, on top of his own heart. There was no movement, he would be panicking, would be shivering in the cold, would retch at the blood, and his heart would be pounding, racing, but all those things…they would happen. But not this time.
His throat was raw from futile screams that never came out; his mind was trying to gain some sense through all the pain. The pain that will last until the new era, no, for eternity, there was nothing that can reverse this…forever tortured, stuck in a frame in time. Agony.
Auburn hair flowed freely in the wind, Blaise Zabini, dead, his last remaining 'relative' dead, forever tortured in this rip in time that was the cave. And he, alive, returned to his original state as Warren Everett. "Pity" he thought to him self "that Slytherin boy's soul got away. He is bound to be somewhere as a ghost…"
Panic. War. A sunless dawn. Crimson flames that filled the land and reflected in pools of blood was the only thing that illuminated the darkened land. Before recovering fully, the battle is upon them again. A full out war between the two sides. Since Warren's troops were fully wiped out during the battle last time, and there was some time before it can regenerate again, the two sides were more or less even. For now.
It was a stalemate, neither can gain any advantage, on one, there was power, on the other, there is number and newly gained knowledge that was close to the dark forces of the other. The battle escaped Britain, stretching over Europe, and expands into Asia. The Americas are war free, for now.
Wizards around the globe, what's left of the world, takes part, choosing their sides carefully. Many allied with Bill, and the ones that chose to join Merlin's apprentice was more than numerous. Spies, tactics, muggle artillery…everything and anything was employed. This time, the war was on a much bigger scale, greater than any war there was. The third world war has begun. And this time. There is magic.
