Disclaimer: *singing to Jingle Bells* JRK, JKR, We love her very well! We wish you joy in Harry and a Happy New year! *people stare* Uh… Sessha-dono doesn't own anything de gozaru… (Horrible Rurouni Kenshin plug-thingy.)
Author's Notes: I just hope this doesn't bore you, is too fast, too short, or repulses you in the end… *shudders* Enjoy!
Days passed on end. The days were strolling faster in his life. And it was just the beginning…
Jigoku
Chapter II:
"'…When in doubt, go to the library.'"
-Ron Weasley in the Goblet of Fire
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It was now the twenty-second now. Only two more days till Christmas Eve. What a shame…
I pulled off the covers, and dressed myself out. I wasn't even bothering for a shower today. Maybe later.
Stepping into the Common Room, I started to shiver, slightly. It seems like the usual coldness of the stark room was become colder. I walked out of the common room, watching the portrait swinging idly. I placed a hand on my head.
It was oddly warm. Warmer under my fingertips. I felt blood flushing into my face, heat rising higher. I knew I probably looked red, but I didn't care. It wasn't as if I was dizzy.
I kept walking down the halls, hearing the swishing of my robes, and the pattering of my footsteps. The darkness seemed brighter, and the light dimmer.
I can feel my hand sweating a bit. I had a rough night. I couldn't get to sleep until two hours later, and I kept waking up every twenty minutes or so.
I felt the sound of my stomach growling for the first time, and I scowled lightly. Today isn't going to be a good day.
Before I knew it, I was already in the Great Hall. But the shapes started dancing, and becoming blurrier, and everything was strangely odd. I kept walking, a hand to my head. It's just a migraine. Just all these lights…they melt me. Ugh… It hurts badly.
Before I knew it, I was stumbling over, and I heard few voices, and worriment over me. Then everything faded black.
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I woke up to the bland gray of the infirmary ceiling. Why did it have to be gray? It detests my feelings. Then a throb of white pain shot up near my nape, and unconsciously, I touched it.
Voldemort.
Something was wrong. Oddly wrong. I couldn't tell if it was for the pain in my scar plus the odd letter from before, or was it the pale moonlight shining on me. I guess it's both.
Voldemort. I shuddered. The name gives chills of anguish and vengeance, and
makes my blood cold at the same time. A living corpse.
If I was going to meet that person in two days, I was supposed to get well soon. I tried getting up, but the pain of sleeping on one side held me back. My muscles were aching sore, and even twisting my neck was enough to rouse a sleeping ember of pain.
Wincing, while Madam Pomfrey was checking on her patients, she saw me awake. Suddenly, she came to me, and started asking questions and told me I was alright.
And do you know what I did? I just stared at her like she was my mother or something fretting over me for nothing. In other words, I raised an eyebrow at her.
She surprised me. She just smiled and told me to stay still while she got something.
Odd lady.
"Just like Draco alright, Albus. I mean, of course I may be acting rationally, but what does he have to do with this?"
I heard her hushed voice, and Dumbledore's along with it.
"There are many things I do not know Poppy. But with recent rousing of Voldemort near our area, I'm afraid Draco may be involved. In the meantime, I want him treated. We don't want another student taken away from us, do we Poppy? Have a good night."
She bid him well, and she came back with a sleeping draught, and a pain-killing potion. She poured a considerable amount of both into a goblet, and she handed it to me.
"Drink up," offering me a goblet of the combined mixture.
I did as I was told.
The concoction was rather tangy; sweet and sour. It melted into my insides through, like a cherry soda, or something.
My head started clearing up, but my eyelids were drooping. I fell back into the covers, and heard the goblet clang to the floor before hearing a voice.
"Come to me…"
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It wasn't of what I imagined. I was back into the old room; that accursed room. It was like it used to be before, before Voldemort messed it up.
The deep shade of ultramarine was calming, with the off-white walls, and the deep oak furniture. The damages were of endless repair, probably earning us a debt problem if we didn't do the other way.
Then, in front of my eyes, the room changed, into the messed up area it was. It was darker than anything in my life, and the air was choking with dust as it filled my lungs and irritated my ears.
I could feel the cold nip at me, and the hairs on my arms in goose bumps.
There was only a sliver of reality separating us.
A blast of pain stung my scar, as I felt a frozen, elongated finger on it. My eyes widened. My heart skipped beats, and it pounded profusely.
Voldemort.
And I met those eyes of his, the gaze bolting me down.
And I knew I'd be stuck again.
When he slunk closer to me, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear, I felt my heart give a shrill scream. And coming closer, trying to claim me, and captivate me with those lips; cold lips of his…
I screamed.
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End of Chapter 2
12/23/01-3:08 PM CST
AN's: I tried really hard to finish this on Friday, but I was stranded at the mall most of the day. I tried finishing YESTERDAY, but we had family to go to. And I was in the middle of reading fics, and trying how to write this chapter. I got ten bucks for singing! My cousins, my sister, and I were having a blast with Dance Dance Revolution so, one of the many reasons to be delayed.
I hope I got the quote correct. If it isn't, tell me~! I'd appreciate to know what you think! I should get a review from my cousin soon so…
Have a Merry Christmas!
(If you'd like to beta-ed this fic, email me at kris_yuy@yahoo.com!)
This was off the bat. I think this was short, but I hope you like it! I'll progress soon!
~A-Chan Yuy~
12/23/01-3:12 PM CST
