by Katie Davidson (Virtue)
A/N: This is a short chapter but a good twist of things. Okay, yes.. I'm getting lazy. But I'm also writing another Fic: The Nightmoon Saga. So I have one idea in my head and another idea for another chapter of the other fic, and they're both getting interesting and sometimes I mix up what's supposed to happen next as I write each chapter. So bear with me, thanks. ^_^
The rating on this Chapter is because of a little blood. Nothing more really. Please R/R: Tell me what you think so far and what you think should happen.
Cecil, Dumbledore, Harry, Snape, and Mr. Danen stood in front of old Oak Tree. The base of the tree was about 10 feet wide, and the tree was as tall as a house. They had walked into an old forest just beyond the valley Mr. Danen called home.
"Now what?" Harry asked, gazing at the old tree.
Cecil sighed, "This is a very old entrance into The Realm, Harry. I'm not even sure it works any more."
Dumbledore touched the trunk of the tree, it was hard as, well... wood. Snape growled when he saw this; "So how does it work?"
"Snape," Cecil shouted. "Touch it."
Dumbledore stepped out of the way of the tree to let Snape touch it. Snape sneered at Cecil as he reached out to the tree and suddenly disappeared.
"Where'd he go?" Dumbledore asked.
"The gateway's open now. You can each enter, but quickly, the entrance might close." Cecil said, then disappeared into the forest.
One by one Dumbledore, Mr. Danen, then Harry disappeared as they touched the old Oak tree. Then, they stood in a dark area where glass blocks created a path through the darkness. "Is this The Realm?" Harry asked.
"Seems so," Mr. Danen replied looking around the area. "Now, which way do we go?"
Snape and Dumbledore had already set off down the glass block path. Harry and Mr. Danen ran up to catch up with them. They walked down the path until they saw Elora, Ahren, and Voldemort standing in the center of a large glass-floored circular platform. Harry shouted, "Elora!" and ran forward. - THUMP - he fell to the ground. He couldn't enter the platform because the path wasn't connected to it. It was like being in a glass house; you could only enter in a certain way.
"Who are they, father?" Elora asked Ahren. "How did they get here?"
Ahren growled to them and replied to Elora's question, "They are the enemy my dear, and they will not stop what we have to do. Now start, my dear, Lore awaits."
Elora, at the command of Ahren, took out the three Dark Art Daggers and let go of them... they didn't fall to the ground, but floated in mid-air. Voldemort watched her carefully as she closed her eyes and chanted;
"Lore, guardian of Nightmares, I command thee, give me the power of Darkness, so that the worlds as I know them will perish under my command."
"What's going on?" Mr. Danen asked, watching the daggers in front of Elora float from a far.
"It's the finishing," Snape snarled then quickly ran another way to try to find a way around and into the platform. The others followed him, and soon were separated down different paths.
"Voldemort," Ahren sneered. "Watch her, I'm going to go finish off those four."
Voldemort laughed briefly; "Good luck then."
Ahren ran out of the platform and headed towards Snape's position.
Voldemort, being that he knew what would happen next, watched Elora carefully. He whispered to himself, "Ahren, you should be here. Too bad you don't know what'll happen next."
The daggers in front of Elora spun around, the blades facing Elora. Their black handles glistened and they were soon surrounded by a dark aura. Then, they flew forward, each embedding their blades into Elora's stomach.
Elora opened her eyes and screamed in pain... a thunderous roar echoed. Ahren, who had been fighting with Snape, stopped and looked towards Elora. Both Ahren and Mr. Danen shouted, "Elora!"
Elora had fallen back into Voldemort's arms, blood ran down the sides and stained the cloak she wore. Voldemort brushed away the hair on Elora's face and set her down on the ground gently saying, "The pain will only last a moment."
The handles of the daggers embedded themselves into Elora's body and blood that dripped down siphoned into the wounds as they closed up. Elora's body was now surrounded in the dark aura that surrounded the daggers, she raised to her feet and like there was a strong wind, her hair flew all over the place and she rose off the ground.
Voldemort looked up to her and grinned; "It's done."
Ahren smiled and ran off back to the glass platform. Mr. Danen tackled him to the ground from behind shouting, "What have you done to my daughter?"
Ahren sneered, "She's my daughter now, Dennis," and pushed Mr. Danen off of him and into the glass wall.
Elora appeared in front of Ahren, facing Snape, Dumbledore, and Harry who helped Mr. Danen on his feet. "Elora, don't you know me?" Mr. Danen said. "I'm your father!"
"You are not my father!" Elora shouted as black bolts coming from her hands struck Mr. Danen to the ground again.
Voldemort walked up behind Ahren and Elora and stood beside Elora, and his arms crossed across his chest he laughed, "It's done. She has the power of darkness and all Dark Art powers' will increase as her powers grow. You cannot stop it,"
"You will not stop it," Ahren said. "Come time; the lands will grow dark..."
Voldemort sneered, "The sun and moon will not shine any light on the worlds. Darkness will prevail... and your only hope is the one who has done the deed."
Elora, Voldemort, and Ahren then disappeared in amongst the shadows and Harry, Dumbledore, Mr. Danen and Snape found themselves back in the valley.
Harry asked, "What did he mean when he said 'your only hope is the one who had done the deed'?"
"Potter, think about it." Snape growled. "I'm leaving." And so he did. (( A/N: Okay, a bad way to get rid of Snape but I didn't want to deal with him because... he is a nuisance, isn't he? ))
Dumbledore put one hand on Harry's shoulder, "Talk to Cecil about it. He should know." And Dumbledore too left.
Mrs. Danen ran out the door of the house shouting, "What happened?" She fell into the arms of her husband.
Mr. Danen held his wife close, "All is lost, Sherri. Our hope is gone."
Mrs. Danen cried into her husband's shoulder screaming, "Elora!"