Chapter 2: The Resurrection Stone
He blinked. It was no mistake in his green eyes.
A stone? Where was this stone from? It... doesn't seem to be like others within the rubble. Why is it unique for some apparent reason unknown? It seems a little like a gem, comparison to the rocks in dirt. Yet...
He reached his hand towards the gemstone like, picking it up and in close.
He revealed the grip from his palm:
The stone, as he figured, was not just a plain stone... a gemstone that has a connection in attachment underneath like a hoop.
A ring? Is what was implied to Harry's mind, as he carefully gave a turn in angles within look.
As he done so, he narrowed his eyes darkly. It seems familiar somehow, yet why? Why does he get the feeling it seems he obtains this before? Has he been holding this previously during... the war against...?
He continues analyzing it side to side, his glasses less askew, raising them through eye level. As he done so, he was transfixed about it, trailing in the depths. It seemed well tared out like years older than him, a treasure of some sort that appears to belong to someone. Could it be someone's looking for it in this very woods?
Yet...
He searched left and right, feeling at wonders as to where the owner was. Could it be that the person was desperate in finding as to what was lost at hand? Could it be in search for it? For such a ring, it seems rare to have, and for some case, it seems attracting to glance at...
He dropped it immediately. There was a vibrated sound to the ring, made him drop it to the ground to his shoes.
What was that?! What is that sound and why is it...?!
He clasped his hands to his ears, mustering a fight to scream from the sound it's given. He was urging himself to not let himself heard among the trees from the creatures within the Forbidden Forest... for he knows it'll cause a bad sense of attention. What if something goes wrong if doing so by such actions? He shut his eyes tucked like, pursing his lips to silence himself as it continues it's wail throughout the forest grounds.
"Please..." He begged in a muttered tone, yet forcefully. "Make the noise stop... Make it stop..." He couldn't bare it. Couldn't withstand it anymore from its scream anymore, no longer so. He gave a shout. "Please... QUIT IT! STOP YELLING! STOP!"
He struggled within its vibration for another few seconds of twice... until...
His ears sharpened it... was dead.
He uncurled himself from his crouching. He was doing so due to the wails and it made him at weak. He shook his head for the sound was not off in his head although it was killed from it.
Yet, the sound... Could it be...?
He frowned at the ring as he kept his ears clamped against hands. It must be at so, he snarled under breath. He never should have touch it. He felt regret. He felt regret at his inners.
He kicked the resurrection stone in fury. He buried it deeply with his foot, letting sink into the soil rubble. He swore and kicked it with might of his own.
It only made his behavior of today as of worse.
Why must it be that some ring has to do that upon ears loudly? Stupid darn ring! He snarled angrily as he kept at bury so not to seen it at all. Shine or anything it is, my face! It was nothing, but a blasted ring that harms my hearing! First, my lost... now this!
He stomped the ring deeply in bottom of his shoes, pissed off in steam. He left the burial storming in rage as he wished nothing more than to leave from this all and out of the Forbidden Forest. He wanted nothing more, but to head onto the castle that awaits him on packing for the train ride towards home in Privet Drive. He never wanted to hear it ever again. The ring itself. It only irritated him to at stay.
It was suddenly... at darkness. Mist within the black... that surrounded him. He opened a mouth in shock.
It was someone that seems well known within the shadows of the veil:
The man picked up the resurrection ring...
...giving a sneer upward after upon Harry Potter.
The man that he versus with:
Lord Voldemort.