Harry Potter and the Black Days of Bolderwesh
Chapter 2: New Arrivals for Danger
Harry slammed window closed and dropped to the floor. Sitting cross-legged, he took a moment to think about what he just saw. He couldn't see what the shadowy figure was but the brightness of the eyes he saw bothered him. It can't be human, he thought. House elves' eyes are usually brown, and I don't know of any other creature that'd glow like that.
He got up and sat down on his bed. His scar was hurting him a little. In fact, it had been a bit achy lately, but it was nothing major…at least he hoped it wasn't. He looked at his clock on the bedside table. It was 4:35am. He knew it was safe to go down to the kitchen to get a drink. He'd been meaning to get milk or juice to have with his food under the floorboard and his stomach was growling fiercely already.
Careful not to make any noise, Harry crept downstairs and into the kitchen. All was dark except…
"AUG-," Harry shouted out before he clamped his mouth shut and hoped he hadn't woken any of the Dursleys. The creature with the glowing blue eyes stared at him with a smile of luminous white teeth.
"Greetings, Mr. Potter. I am Celias, a house imp," began the creature too loud to be allowed.
"A house IMP? You mean like a house elf?" asked Harry as quietly as he could.
"No, no! I am not like a mere house elf. I am not almost a slave as those poor souls are. My choice to work in a house is purely voluntary. It is simply that my body structure is suited for work in the home. I do get paid Mr. Potter," said Celias with a smile
"Why are you here? Did someone send you, or did you come here on your own?" asked Harry slightly suspiciously.
"Mr. Sirius Black sent me to keep watch over you. I've known him for years and owed him a favor…and who would give up the chance to serve Harry Potter," said Celias with an ear-to-ear grin.
Now why would Sirius send me a house imp, Harry thought. "Do you know why my godfather sent you to me?"
"He said you needed protection, and that I can supply well."
"Protection? What can you do? I know house elves have a large amount of magical power, but I've never seen any use it."
"Well, you do see the brightness of my eyes and teeth, correct? They provide a light for only the person I currently serve. You, in this case. Very useful. I also have some magic power that wards against Muggles and some wizarding folk. What d'you say?"
"Er…" Harry was shocked to say the least. He came down to get a drink and got a house imp. He'd never heard of house imps before. For the first true time, he looked at the imp. Celias was small, maybe 3 feet tall at best. He wore short black pants that came just under his knobby knees, a loose black shirt, and a black beret that sat askew over his flyaway black hair. Harry noticed that Celias' skin tone was almost black. His eyes and teeth stood out very much in contrast to his dark features.
"Er…well, I guess this is nice and all but I always thought that imps were demons. I read that in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," Harry said cautiously, sounding like Hermione for a moment there.
"Ay, laddie, you can't believe everything you read! We imps aren't demons, not house imps anyhow. People say that the kindly piblus of Scotland will bite your ear off if given the chance! Now you and I being reasonable people know that a piblu wouldn't hurt a fly! Ay, the misconceptions some have. Imps aren't demons…we just have bad tempers. Don't you worry, Harry. I won't hurt you, house imps are quite kind," said Celias with a cheeky smile.
Harry looked at Celias suspiciously. He couldn't help but notice his scar had been hurting a little more since he met him. A lot more now that he thought about it. Sirius would have mentioned sending the imp in his letter, wouldn't he? "Listen, Celias…er…I really don't think you can stay here. I mean the Dursleys would never have it. Why don't you meet me at Hogwarts? Nothing bad, other than Dudley sitting on me, is going to happen here. I'm sure Sirius would agree."
Celias smirked, raising his eyebrows slightly. "I thought you might say that. The old man told me I might have to use force ---"
"F-force? What do you mean force? Who sent you?"
"Oh, I think you already know that. Now, as I was saying. Are you going to put up a fight or be smart and come with me voluntarily?"
Harry looked around nervously. He didn't have his wand with him; it was under the floorboard upstairs. He could try to make a run for it…
"I'm definitely not coming with you by choice. Who are you? It's a simple question," Harry said as stable as he could.
Celias looked at Harry almost maliciously. "You are a tough one. Quite sorry, old boy, but I have to do this. I think this will hurt you more than I…too bad."
Harry instantly got into a defensive stance but it was too late. Celias had already started his attack. He muttered something and beams of white light shot out of his long fingers. They struck Harry just as he was about to lunge at Celias. His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto the linoleum floor. His glasses flew off his face and landed a few feet away. Celias smiled evilly and grabbed Harry's wrist. He snapped his fingers twice and the two disappeared.
At this moment, Aunt Petunia sleepily walked into the kitchen. As she stepped her foot, clad in a pink silk slipper, came down heavily on Harry's glasses.
CRACK! She looked down and screamed. The lenses of Harry's glasses had broken and cut through Aunt Petunia's slippers, wounding her foot. She moved and saw what cut her. At the sight of Harry's glasses, she gasped and quickly limped up to her bedroom looking in Harry's bedroom on the way. She retrieved Uncle Vernon and they both went down to the kitchen. When he saw Harry's smashed glasses, he looked around curiously and began to chuckle. A laugh filled with hate and happiness at the same time.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked this second chapter. Work has already begun on the third, look for it soon. :) I'd love more feedback on my story, so please review! Not much to say...send me any good fics if you have 'em! See my profile for my e-mail address and AOL screen name. G'bye, and happy reading!
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of the characters, ideas presented in the Harry Potter series. Celias and the piblu monster are my creations, I own them. If you'd like to use them, please ask.
Chapter 2: New Arrivals for Danger
Harry slammed window closed and dropped to the floor. Sitting cross-legged, he took a moment to think about what he just saw. He couldn't see what the shadowy figure was but the brightness of the eyes he saw bothered him. It can't be human, he thought. House elves' eyes are usually brown, and I don't know of any other creature that'd glow like that.
He got up and sat down on his bed. His scar was hurting him a little. In fact, it had been a bit achy lately, but it was nothing major…at least he hoped it wasn't. He looked at his clock on the bedside table. It was 4:35am. He knew it was safe to go down to the kitchen to get a drink. He'd been meaning to get milk or juice to have with his food under the floorboard and his stomach was growling fiercely already.
Careful not to make any noise, Harry crept downstairs and into the kitchen. All was dark except…
"AUG-," Harry shouted out before he clamped his mouth shut and hoped he hadn't woken any of the Dursleys. The creature with the glowing blue eyes stared at him with a smile of luminous white teeth.
"Greetings, Mr. Potter. I am Celias, a house imp," began the creature too loud to be allowed.
"A house IMP? You mean like a house elf?" asked Harry as quietly as he could.
"No, no! I am not like a mere house elf. I am not almost a slave as those poor souls are. My choice to work in a house is purely voluntary. It is simply that my body structure is suited for work in the home. I do get paid Mr. Potter," said Celias with a smile
"Why are you here? Did someone send you, or did you come here on your own?" asked Harry slightly suspiciously.
"Mr. Sirius Black sent me to keep watch over you. I've known him for years and owed him a favor…and who would give up the chance to serve Harry Potter," said Celias with an ear-to-ear grin.
Now why would Sirius send me a house imp, Harry thought. "Do you know why my godfather sent you to me?"
"He said you needed protection, and that I can supply well."
"Protection? What can you do? I know house elves have a large amount of magical power, but I've never seen any use it."
"Well, you do see the brightness of my eyes and teeth, correct? They provide a light for only the person I currently serve. You, in this case. Very useful. I also have some magic power that wards against Muggles and some wizarding folk. What d'you say?"
"Er…" Harry was shocked to say the least. He came down to get a drink and got a house imp. He'd never heard of house imps before. For the first true time, he looked at the imp. Celias was small, maybe 3 feet tall at best. He wore short black pants that came just under his knobby knees, a loose black shirt, and a black beret that sat askew over his flyaway black hair. Harry noticed that Celias' skin tone was almost black. His eyes and teeth stood out very much in contrast to his dark features.
"Er…well, I guess this is nice and all but I always thought that imps were demons. I read that in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," Harry said cautiously, sounding like Hermione for a moment there.
"Ay, laddie, you can't believe everything you read! We imps aren't demons, not house imps anyhow. People say that the kindly piblus of Scotland will bite your ear off if given the chance! Now you and I being reasonable people know that a piblu wouldn't hurt a fly! Ay, the misconceptions some have. Imps aren't demons…we just have bad tempers. Don't you worry, Harry. I won't hurt you, house imps are quite kind," said Celias with a cheeky smile.
Harry looked at Celias suspiciously. He couldn't help but notice his scar had been hurting a little more since he met him. A lot more now that he thought about it. Sirius would have mentioned sending the imp in his letter, wouldn't he? "Listen, Celias…er…I really don't think you can stay here. I mean the Dursleys would never have it. Why don't you meet me at Hogwarts? Nothing bad, other than Dudley sitting on me, is going to happen here. I'm sure Sirius would agree."
Celias smirked, raising his eyebrows slightly. "I thought you might say that. The old man told me I might have to use force ---"
"F-force? What do you mean force? Who sent you?"
"Oh, I think you already know that. Now, as I was saying. Are you going to put up a fight or be smart and come with me voluntarily?"
Harry looked around nervously. He didn't have his wand with him; it was under the floorboard upstairs. He could try to make a run for it…
"I'm definitely not coming with you by choice. Who are you? It's a simple question," Harry said as stable as he could.
Celias looked at Harry almost maliciously. "You are a tough one. Quite sorry, old boy, but I have to do this. I think this will hurt you more than I…too bad."
Harry instantly got into a defensive stance but it was too late. Celias had already started his attack. He muttered something and beams of white light shot out of his long fingers. They struck Harry just as he was about to lunge at Celias. His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto the linoleum floor. His glasses flew off his face and landed a few feet away. Celias smiled evilly and grabbed Harry's wrist. He snapped his fingers twice and the two disappeared.
At this moment, Aunt Petunia sleepily walked into the kitchen. As she stepped her foot, clad in a pink silk slipper, came down heavily on Harry's glasses.
CRACK! She looked down and screamed. The lenses of Harry's glasses had broken and cut through Aunt Petunia's slippers, wounding her foot. She moved and saw what cut her. At the sight of Harry's glasses, she gasped and quickly limped up to her bedroom looking in Harry's bedroom on the way. She retrieved Uncle Vernon and they both went down to the kitchen. When he saw Harry's smashed glasses, he looked around curiously and began to chuckle. A laugh filled with hate and happiness at the same time.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked this second chapter. Work has already begun on the third, look for it soon. :) I'd love more feedback on my story, so please review! Not much to say...send me any good fics if you have 'em! See my profile for my e-mail address and AOL screen name. G'bye, and happy reading!
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of the characters, ideas presented in the Harry Potter series. Celias and the piblu monster are my creations, I own them. If you'd like to use them, please ask.