A Dream In The Night
Part 12
A sharp pain issued from my head, as I opened my eyes I noticed I was in a different room. It was all clammy and wet, I let out a long rattling cough. I must of been asleep for a long time, in this place to catch a cold in the summer of all the nonsense! I sat there trying to get warm, even half-way warm in this place would be good. It would give me a fighting chance, I started to inspect the walls. For they were poorly made, the stones were laid all wrong. They were even set wrong, if I found something to dig with or something a bit stronger I could burst out that section of the wall. I walked toward the center and the back wall, all
I found was a human leg bone long rotted from it's body. I wonder who the poor man was, he must of been someone who had done something to Voldemort.
My mind was set, I was to escape this pit-hole, and leave Demetria behind she had in her own way betrayed me. I could feel it in my blood, I could hear her laughter in my mind. It upset me, I had trusted her with all my heart and she still had betrayed me. Odd what life lead us to, if I didn't escape right now I would be no longer the boy who lived but the boy who died. My mother had given me the chance to live life to the fullest, and I was going to take that chance no matter what. I might as well have some fun while I'm still alive and well, and I started to beat the wall. Till some of the stones weakened, and started to
crash to the floor. I couldn't help to keep my smile in, to personally bash a wall out in Voldemort's house was really fun.
I bowed my head in my father's presence, I was more scared of him then I was of anybody else. He was the one who held the most power for right now, and he was the one who was the most feared. I was not feared yet, and would not be till I proved myself. I frowned I was alone right now with my father, or was he really my father? Who was I, what am I? I had never really knew my parents, they were just shadows of past dreams. And that was all, I couldn't even recall my mother's laugh. Even though she was French, and my father was too. My forehead wrinkled with me thinking so instantly, but father did not notice. He was to busy talking very intently about Hogwarts. And how to bring on the end of Dumbledore, should I though?
He had never done anything to me, only to my father. But what about my mother, was he the one he so often said who had killed her. In cold-blooded murder? Was it the cheery old man who had taken a mother and a childhood from me? If it was she was entitled to revenge, and so was I. But why did I feel so strongly against such an easy task. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on my father's odd insane ramblings.
"You shall kill him very easily daughter, for you have brought me the boy who lived. You have in a way proved yourself to me, by far you are my greatest asset. You shall become the next Dark Lord, for you will be the only one with enough power to defeat the powers of the light. You are the most powerful witch I have ever encountered, I have never seen a child such as you in the power of Witchery. You shall become to be the most powerful witch ever born, and shall use your powers for the sake of the darkness. This is your blood-bond duty, the duty of the children of the Dark
Lords."
I simply nodded my head, I looked up and smiled a very slight smile. He smiled back, our smiles were identical. I must pretend that this man was my only father, the only one I trusted was my own self. I did not even trust Harry, but there was no way that his anger could be prevented. All I could do was hope that he would escape, Draco came back into the room. He looked like he was scared of Voldemort, I thought of him as a ignorant fool. But I trusted him more then anybody else, just because of that single fact he was to innocent. I stood up, I was as nearly tall as Draco. It was magnificent contrast as I stood up, the darkness against the light. His light flaxen hair and her dark black hair, her Mystic Fire Topaz eyes and his dark blue ones. It was brilliant, he soon lead me out of the room.
I wondered the halls, following Draco. It got boring after awhile but I still followed, he lead me into a room. And bowed, leaving me to sleep or whatever I wanted or needed to do. I laid down on the soft feather bed, I reached for my necklace. I felt the charm no wonder I had came out from under my father's spell, for the charm itself was cracked in half. You could only feel it, but you could not see the hairline crack. This might come to my advantage one day, I
smiled a smile of delight. I twisted my ring, it really did work. For nothing that could harm me could come near me when it was on. Plus no one could see my force field, so I could not be harmed. I had to move fast, I took out something from the folds of robes. It was an invisibility cloak, I threw it on. And went out the door, picking up my wand as I passed by the small table in the middle of the room. As I went in serch for Harry, for I must help him while I still can.
So how did you like it, I am almost done. Only a couple of more parts and it'll be over, if I don't want to continue it more then I already have. Like her going to Hogwarts or something if she does. Well this was in Harry's and Demetria's POV, the first part is Harry's and the second is Demetria's. Well please review, and give me any ideas of how you want me to write this. I'll review you back as usual, well I care for your opinions. So don't think I won't consider them for I've added a lot of peoples ideas and altered my writing all together based solely on opinions and ideas. So please tell me what you want me to do, if you want me to make use of your opinions!
Part 12
A sharp pain issued from my head, as I opened my eyes I noticed I was in a different room. It was all clammy and wet, I let out a long rattling cough. I must of been asleep for a long time, in this place to catch a cold in the summer of all the nonsense! I sat there trying to get warm, even half-way warm in this place would be good. It would give me a fighting chance, I started to inspect the walls. For they were poorly made, the stones were laid all wrong. They were even set wrong, if I found something to dig with or something a bit stronger I could burst out that section of the wall. I walked toward the center and the back wall, all
I found was a human leg bone long rotted from it's body. I wonder who the poor man was, he must of been someone who had done something to Voldemort.
My mind was set, I was to escape this pit-hole, and leave Demetria behind she had in her own way betrayed me. I could feel it in my blood, I could hear her laughter in my mind. It upset me, I had trusted her with all my heart and she still had betrayed me. Odd what life lead us to, if I didn't escape right now I would be no longer the boy who lived but the boy who died. My mother had given me the chance to live life to the fullest, and I was going to take that chance no matter what. I might as well have some fun while I'm still alive and well, and I started to beat the wall. Till some of the stones weakened, and started to
crash to the floor. I couldn't help to keep my smile in, to personally bash a wall out in Voldemort's house was really fun.
I bowed my head in my father's presence, I was more scared of him then I was of anybody else. He was the one who held the most power for right now, and he was the one who was the most feared. I was not feared yet, and would not be till I proved myself. I frowned I was alone right now with my father, or was he really my father? Who was I, what am I? I had never really knew my parents, they were just shadows of past dreams. And that was all, I couldn't even recall my mother's laugh. Even though she was French, and my father was too. My forehead wrinkled with me thinking so instantly, but father did not notice. He was to busy talking very intently about Hogwarts. And how to bring on the end of Dumbledore, should I though?
He had never done anything to me, only to my father. But what about my mother, was he the one he so often said who had killed her. In cold-blooded murder? Was it the cheery old man who had taken a mother and a childhood from me? If it was she was entitled to revenge, and so was I. But why did I feel so strongly against such an easy task. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on my father's odd insane ramblings.
"You shall kill him very easily daughter, for you have brought me the boy who lived. You have in a way proved yourself to me, by far you are my greatest asset. You shall become the next Dark Lord, for you will be the only one with enough power to defeat the powers of the light. You are the most powerful witch I have ever encountered, I have never seen a child such as you in the power of Witchery. You shall become to be the most powerful witch ever born, and shall use your powers for the sake of the darkness. This is your blood-bond duty, the duty of the children of the Dark
Lords."
I simply nodded my head, I looked up and smiled a very slight smile. He smiled back, our smiles were identical. I must pretend that this man was my only father, the only one I trusted was my own self. I did not even trust Harry, but there was no way that his anger could be prevented. All I could do was hope that he would escape, Draco came back into the room. He looked like he was scared of Voldemort, I thought of him as a ignorant fool. But I trusted him more then anybody else, just because of that single fact he was to innocent. I stood up, I was as nearly tall as Draco. It was magnificent contrast as I stood up, the darkness against the light. His light flaxen hair and her dark black hair, her Mystic Fire Topaz eyes and his dark blue ones. It was brilliant, he soon lead me out of the room.
I wondered the halls, following Draco. It got boring after awhile but I still followed, he lead me into a room. And bowed, leaving me to sleep or whatever I wanted or needed to do. I laid down on the soft feather bed, I reached for my necklace. I felt the charm no wonder I had came out from under my father's spell, for the charm itself was cracked in half. You could only feel it, but you could not see the hairline crack. This might come to my advantage one day, I
smiled a smile of delight. I twisted my ring, it really did work. For nothing that could harm me could come near me when it was on. Plus no one could see my force field, so I could not be harmed. I had to move fast, I took out something from the folds of robes. It was an invisibility cloak, I threw it on. And went out the door, picking up my wand as I passed by the small table in the middle of the room. As I went in serch for Harry, for I must help him while I still can.
So how did you like it, I am almost done. Only a couple of more parts and it'll be over, if I don't want to continue it more then I already have. Like her going to Hogwarts or something if she does. Well this was in Harry's and Demetria's POV, the first part is Harry's and the second is Demetria's. Well please review, and give me any ideas of how you want me to write this. I'll review you back as usual, well I care for your opinions. So don't think I won't consider them for I've added a lot of peoples ideas and altered my writing all together based solely on opinions and ideas. So please tell me what you want me to do, if you want me to make use of your opinions!