A/N: Well, I don't think I have any comments... so, on to
the history! ^-^
Shadow of Immortality
Chapter II: A Harry's POV
Well… waking up isn't that hard. Hard it was to
believe that my first class in the year would be Potions… Sigh. This could throw
anyone down. With my cloak and Ron, Luci and Hermione we went to have
breakfast. After eating something we went to the class. Hermione and Ron were
quite sad because of the class too. Who wouldn't? Snape is awful to us! Luci
seemed very excited, obviously. It was her first class in Hogwarts and she
didn't know Snape as good as us. Well, her happiness wouldn't last for long…
"You're late. May I start this year taking 10
point from Gryffindor?" Said Snape, with is sarcastic smile. Oh, how I hated
him! And I was sure he hated me too… "We are that late?" Asked Luci with wide
eyes. "Yes, you are. And don't think I will forgive you just because you're new
here. Maybe you're getting in the same way of Potter…" He gave me a hate look,
but this was normal. Luci's happiness went down. Poor her. In the class, I
stayed with Ron and Hermione with Luci.
"Hey, Potter-boy, how's the new girl? I've
heard that she's very smart… maybe she will teach you and the Weasel how to use
magic…" Said Draco, looking at my eyes. I hated him too! Why he teases me that
much! I didn't do anything to him! Ron looked furious too. And Snape pretended
that he didn't hear a thing! Oh, who they thing they are?
"Come on! I'm not that smart! Now, could you
please shut up?" Said Luci behind me. Her voice didn't sound angry, it sounded…
tired. "Oh, I'm afraid! The new girl said to me to shut my mouth!" Said Draco,
sarcastly. All of the Slytherins laughed and, again, Snape acted like he didn't
hear a thing. What's the damn problem with him?
"Harry, pay attention!" Said Ron, grabbing my
arm. Our potion was.. well… strange. I could tell anyone that it was an orange
potion! Oh, well… it had to be a purple potion… But, hey, orange isn't that far
from purple!
"Professor Snape, we finished our potion!"
Hermione said, raising her hand in the air. Snape, not very happy, I could tell
you, went to where Hermione's potion was. It was a shining purple potion. Snape
sighed. "Well… you did it *very* well…." Said him, sadly. How he could hate so
much when his students did the right things? "So, could you give us 10 points?"
Said Luci, smiling. Snape looked away. "Ew… I think so…". Both Hermione and
Luci smiled, triumphal way. The class ended just after that, thanks god. Now it
was… Defense Against Dark Arts! Well, let's see if Victoria was a good teacher…
Before we left the room, I saw Draco
looking very odd. Odd in which way? How I wanted to know that! Well, actually I
didn't have so much time to think about that because a very loud sound invaded
the castle. What's the hell?
"Snape, come on! They need us!" A voice
called from outside the room. I recognized it as Victoria's voice. "I'm
coming!" Snape said, running away. Well, he left all of us here, without
nothing to do. What they wanted to do? My curiosity overtake me and, before Ron
or Hermione could think about anything, I followed them. Getting away from all
of the teachers, don't ask me how, I succeed into following them until the
Hogwarts' grounds. It was a very strange weather, now I could see. There was a
big storm and a very strong wind. Strangely, from inside the castle I couldn't
see that. Snape, Victoria and Dumbledore were casting a lot of spells. Why?
Don't ask me!
Soon, I saw something really horrible… I
really didn't want to see that. My eyes were wide open, I could feel, as a dark shadow appeared in front of Dumbledore. My scar
started to ache a lot… like never ached before. Not even when Voldemort was
just in front of me. Trying to keep my
eyes open, I saw the dark shadow doing something and Victoria, Snape and
Dumbledore in defense positions. A second later, just after realizing that the
shadow could only be Voldemort(Couldn't be any other one! My scar was hurting
like never!), I passed away. Against my willing, surely.
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Ouch. My head hurts. Especially my scar.
"Oh, you've wake up, Potter-boy…" Said an awful voice. Draco's voice. "What's
up?" I remember asking, still trying to open my eyes. "Nothing really. Just
that Voldemort's the new headmaster." Said Draco, very calmly. Oh, right, just
that… WHAT? Opening my eyes very suddenly and sitting on the bed. "What?" I
asked, eyes rolling. I get my glasses on the side of the bed and look deep into
Draco's eyes. "Voldemort's the new headmaster. All of the old teachers were
expelled and Dumbledore's dead. Well, not all of them… Snape's still there as
our Potions teacher and Victoria, for some odd reason, is with Voldemort." I
rolled my eyes. This couldn't be true, could it? I say… Dumbledore dead was
rather… odd. Oh, odd. I'm starting to hate that 'o' word!
"Come on, Potter-boy, let's go. You have
a lot of things to do." Said Draco, looking at me. What's the hell? Looking
around, I sense some kind of evil… I don't know why, but I believe Voldemort's
the new headmaster. But how? And he couldn't have killed Dumbledore, could he?
And where Ron and Hermione were? Draco's growing impatiently, I could see by
his eyes. "Get up NOW! Or else you will start your day with a Crucio curse!" He
said, with his grey-pale eyes looking like death. Crucio curse? He couldn't,
could he? Now my head was hurting again, but because I was very, very confused.
"You don't need to do that, Malfoy-boy.
Now, get away." Said a feminine voice on the door. Draco turned to the voice to
see the girl. It was Victoria. Again, I know. "Why would I?" He asked,
ironically. Déjà vu?. "Because I'm saying so." Said another voice. A cold,
death's like voice. My scar hurts again. Voldemort? Please, don't. I want to be
happy! Why nobody's want to listen to me?. "Oh, right. I'm going, headmaster."
Said Draco, shaking. Even he fears Voldemort!
"Good to see you, Harry." Said Voldemort,
with all of his sarcasm. My scar… stop that! "Harry, stay calm…" Said Victoria,
putting her hand on my forehead. Suddenly my scar stopped hurting. How? Well,
now I could look around. Voldemort was looking at me with his snake's like
eyes. My body froze. And, sitting on the side of the bed with her hand on my
forehead, was Victoria.
"Hmmm… I don't like the idea of him
without his hurting scar… but at least now I could talk with him…" Murmured
Voldemort, coming nearer. This is just a nightmare. Just a very, very bad
nightmare. Please, I want to wake up! "Well, Potter, how are you?" He asked,
with his eyes laughing of sarcasm. I couldn't say a word. My entire body was
froze.
"Come on, Voldie, he's still sleepy…"
Said Victoria, in a low tone. Voldie? What's the hell going here? "I don't
care. He needs to know. He needs to respect his new headmaster." Said
Voldemort, looking at me again. It was like I was going to crash. Damn it! "New
headmaster?" I whispered, trying to get up.
"Sure. Dumbledore's dead, you know. Now,
Hogwarts is my personal Dark Art's school. Isn't that nice? For a moment I
considered killing you, but I changed my mind. You're strong, and, studying you
may turn out to be my Death Eater…" Said Voldemort, like saying a cookie's
recipe. But cold like ice. Me? A Death Eater? Maybe I'm not the only one that's
dreaming! "I never will be your Death Eater!" I yelled at his cold and snake's
like face. "Oh, you will.. anyone that ends this school will get out as my
Death Eater…" Said Voldemort, coldly. "You can't hold me here! I want to go
home!" I yelled again. This was starting to annoy me. "But you can't. This
castle is protected by me now and no one could get out or enter here… just the
animals, of course." Said Voldemort, coldly laughing. It was really nasty. "So,
be a good boy and follow Draco…" Said
him, going to the door. "Victoria, you come with me." He says, for last. "Damn
it… ok, I'm going, Voldie, dear…" Victoria whispers, going behind
Voldemort. Voldie? Dear? Oh, my… if
this was a nightmare, it would be a very bizarre nightmare…
"You listened to him: Follow me!" Said
Draco, entering in the room again. Gosh… that was starting to be really
awful. Like I had no other choice, I
followed him. After walking for a while(and noticing that there were just Slytherins walking around there and a few Ravenclaws and
Hugglepuffs, but no Gryffindor.), we reached a dungeon. A very nasty deep
dungeon, to be more sure. It was big and, as soon as I entered it, I saw
Hermione and Ron. They looked very happy to see me. "Harry, you're alive!"
Cried Hermione, coming to me. Sure. I'm the Boy Who Lived, after all. What an
ironically thing.
"Well, Potter-boy, have a good stay here…
not." Said Draco, laughing. He them got out of the dungeon and left Hermione,
Ron and me locked here. Shit thing. "Harry, I'm glad you're ok. They locked us
here!" Said Ron, sadly. "Yeah… we will have classes in another place, they
say…" Said a girl's voice on the other side of the dungeon. Looking well, I saw
Ginny there. And Fred and George were there too! And Neville. And Luci. Nobody else.
"Harry… I'm afraid…" Said Hermione,
sitting on the floor. "We're lost.. even Dumbledore's dead!" She cried, not
wanting to look at me. "He isn't dead." I said, firmly. Sure. Like I believed
in that. But I couldn't stand seeing my friends cry! "How do you know that?"
Ron asked. Yeah, good question. "Well… I… feel that." I said, not very sure.
"Sigh… in one hour we will have our first
class…" Said Ron, looking away. I sit on the floor to think. Well, let's try to
find some hope. Oh, nice try, Potter! What's your hope? That Dumbledore will
break off from the window and rescue us from there? Sure. Not. Well… maybe
Sirius. Odd, too. Argh, the 'o' word again! Damn thing! For some moments, that
seemed like nothing for me, everyone's was lost in their own thoughts. Them,
someone opened the door.
"Come now. It's time for you classes."
Someone said. He was an old boy, maybe on the last year of Hogwarts. Hogwarts,
Dark Art's school. Oh, nice thing. Very nice. I want to die, anyone! "I'm Dick
Avery, one of the Voldemort's new Death Eater, and I'm a Head Boy. Respect me
or else you will die, understood?" The boy said, nastily. No one said one word.
Jokes weren't allowed, I think. Soon, he stood next to a door. "The twins,
enter here." He said, coldly. The twins entered, without a word. Next, he
pointed another room. "Longbottom, Granger, Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hotting,
you enter here." Well, we entered. Ginny stayed there, looking at me. Maybe she
hoped that I would do something heroic. Oh, well, maybe I'm heroic, but no
matter what, I'm no suicidal! She was about to cry, what them we were locked
inside the room. It was a large room, with many students. All Gryffindors. Oh,
the professor. He was…. Next to the blackboard. Tall, thin, pale, dark haired,
dark eyes, a dark blue robe. And, what a coincidence! He looked very, very cold.
Like all of the Slytherins.
"Sit down, you bastards! I'm the one that
isn't glad to teach Dark Arts to some foolish students like you Gryffindor are,
so, be very, very, obedient or you will be very, very sorry." The teacher said.
Oh, how nice of him! Trying to be as impolite as he could be to us just in our
first class! Well, I sat down with Hermione and Ron. It wasn't in my plans to
annoy him. After all, I liked to be alive.
"Well… Let's start… Seeing that you are
fifth years and never had a Dark Arts class before, we need to hurry. Let me
see…oh, before I start… you will have to use that.." He said, nasty. Them,
after looking inside his bag, he got some bracelets. "Wear those. They'll will
block some of your magical powers, so you won't try anything funny." He said,
giving to us – better, throwing at us – the bracelets. They were smart, after
all. Without that much of choice, I wore the bracelet. I didn't feel a thing.
Maybe it didn't work all that well.
"Well, I think everybody loves music
here, being the happy foolish ones you are, right? Well, now you should learn that
music isn't just for your own pleasure… it could annoy other people as well! Listen…" The teacher said, turning on some kind of music. Them, an awful
sound come. I felt my heart being throw away. And it was hard to breathe, like
my lungs were gone. And it was just my first class. If I could end this year
alive, I would be a happy boy… not. Damn thing. Maybe if I were on the Dark
Side, things wouldn't be that hard… me? A Death Eater?
A/N: Ok, here you go! I hope you're
liking it! And no, this isn't a POV fic, just this chapter. Just a chapter in
POV. Odd, uh?
Harry: Shut up with this 'o' word!
Sorry… and sorry to anyone who thinks
that Harry is… out-of-character. Well, I thinks he's a little sarcastic, so,
what's the problem?
