Abyssus Evinco
By: A Girl Who Knows
Lord Voldemort, now in power, is looking for followers.
Could Harry's Friends, be tempted?
(Choir in the background, lightning and thunder quietly
playing in back)
Mystere, fara,
Astaroth!
Manitas, morto-ra
Hala, hala, Astaroth!
Hass! Hass!
(Choir fades into
the storm…)
The Dursleys
~*~
"Come follow, listen
to me…" A silky, slimy voice calls. The scenery is dark, eerie, death like.
"Who's there?" Harry
calls out, then drowned by an upcoming roll of thunder. From behind him, he can
feel someone approaching. Slowly he turns around, to be confronted by soft
glowing lights of candles approaching. Then, ever so slowly and quietly the
pace and sound looms overhead.
Let's take the time,
To find out what's inside
Away from all this wind and rain
They start to arrive, the fire lights
their eyes; Invited here to learn
to play - the game…
The candles come
closer to Harry. Now he can figure the various features of the holders now
passing him by. "Hermione, Ron! Where are you going? Called Harry trying to
catch up to his friends. The response was the dismal chant, which greeted him.
Now looming overhead a
castle appears and his friends disappear from Harry's side.
"Ron! Hermione!
Anybody?" Came Harry's cracked voice. He was now soaking wet and cold from the
storm.
Harry then kneeled
upon to ground. What did it mean? What were they saying? Harry thought. He repeated the chant to
himself. Oh, maybe…I understand now. The wind and rain must be the storm. Ron
and Hermione arrived with the others with those candles. But, who could have
invited them, and what game?
Suddenly everything
around Harry blurred out and he appeared in a circular room full of candles and
portraits. Harry then looked in front of himself to find Neville, Ron, Cho,
Hermione, Draco, and Ginny kneeling. Harry stood up and took a step forward
before being stopped by the slimy silky voice in the beginning of it all.
"Welcome…" Said the
voice from the only shadowed place hidden from the candles' light.
"Who are you?" Harry
asked.
"Why don't you
confront me here?" The voice replied.
Harry stepped towards
the voice, passing his kneeling classmates. Before he reached the darkened
shadow, the "it" came forward.
"Nice to see you again
Harry…"
(Harry's room at the Dursley's now replaced the scenery that
was once there.)
"A dream?" Harry awoke his hand covering his forehead. He
stepped quietly out of his bed. He walked over to his window and opened it. A
cool breeze rushed through, seemingly whispering…
"…Excessus, Abyssus,
Diabolus…Ventio…"
Harry was absorbed by the cool breeze and shut his eyes
lightly.
~~~
The Car's radio boomed loudly as the sound of American Music
rang throughout the quiet Privet Drive Street.
----Spin Around, come back home your running out on a
line! Sometimes feel I'm going out of
my mind! Stunt, there waiting for
anyone to take the time. Spin around, we get further and further away, wave…---
Mr. Vernon Dursley turned and
screamed out the window,
"Damn kids!"
Mrs. Petunia Dursley, nodded agreement
to her husband while fixing her over-sized son Dudley a snack or in other
words, a feast. Harry looked out the window to see a girl around his age with
brown hair with some tint of red step out of the car. Then to Harry's surprise
she walked up to Privet Drive and knocked on the door.
"Harry!" Came the shriek of his aunt's voice downstairs. "Get
the door!" Harry sighed and went downstairs. He reached the door and opened it.
The girl smiled and said in her American accent.
"What took you so long Harry Potter?"
~Okay, I am not going to try and make this person a cliché or
at least I'll try. Please review it and any experience writers would give me
some writing tips I'd be grateful! Thanks.
