Harry Potter and the Heir of Light and Darkness - Chapter One - The Book of
Revelations
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to it. I own the servant and whoMever I decide to add later. (take that, grammar check!) I hate writing these things.
A strike of light bolted in the distance and illuminated the black sky. The rain thundered down upon the servant; it was swallowed up by it. The rain poured onto its face, dripping down wildly, unable to stop, unable to be controlled. It let itself be drowned in the downpour. The storm was an outward manifestation of its own mind; always raging; always drowning. But in the end, it stopped. It always stopped. And that was when it lost all control.
The servant raised a hand to its face. So much pain had been inflicted by this hand. So much pain.
Darkness. I use to be so afraid of it. But no more. Now that I have his power-
The servant disappeared and reappeared in a room of grandeur. Red drapes hung down from the ceiling, separating the strong from the weak. A broad staircase rolled upward towards the servant's master.
This will all be mine.
"Do you know the plan?" a voice hissed, interrupting the servant's thoughts.
"Of course I know the plan," the servant replied in an irritated manner. "Did you think I would just forget it overnight?" it replied snidely.
"Quiet, you fool. I am growing tired of this. You grow to be a bore to me. Do you take me an idiot? Without me, you would be nothing. Without me, you would have no purpose, not niche in life. I *made* you," the master retorted. The servant rolled its eyes.
"Come now, master. Do not take me for a fool. You think that by degrading me you will make me more of a pathetic slave for you than I already am. But I will not be put down." The servant narrowed its eyes dangerously at the master. "By anyone," it added menacingly.
The master dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Not that it matters. Remember though, you hold the most important part in my plan. You are the one that has to perform the most important part of the ritual. You, and no one else. *I* most certainly can't."
The servant's mouth twitched playfully, and rode itself into a small smile. "What? Are you are actually admitting that I can do something better than you? Well, this is a first," it said, raising an eyebrow tortuously.
The master sighed in an almost sad manner. "These games we play will soon come to an end, I fear. The coming of a new dawn is approaching, and I will most certainly be there to experience it. You, however," he paused for a second and curved his lips into a grotesque smile. "Well, we'll just have to see."
"Oh, I'm afraid! Save me!" the servant said monotonously. It snorted loudly and made its way up the jumble of stairs. "Tell me master, why must these games between us end? It's not as if they're-" the servant paused, thinking for the right word. "Dangerous." it said as it reached its master's throne. The master narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"I'm afraid you must go now. Nightfall is approaching, and you must be ready for it. You can stand the pain, I'm sure," he said menacingly.
"I wouldn't be here if I couldn't, now would I?" the servant chuckled. "Oh, but you're right. The time is fast approaching, and my part has not yet begun. The fall of light into darkness will occur soon, and how I will enjoy seeing it." The servant grinned evilly at the master. "And I will be there to see it. I promise," it said as it disappeared.
A shadow that was hiding in the darkness timidly approached the master. "Master, I, ah-"
"Quiet, Wormtail!" the master's voice boomed throughout the halls and shook the palace. His anger subdued, however, and his blazing eyes returned to normal, only to be replaced with apparent annoyance. "What is it?"
"Master, do you really think your - servant - can be trusted? As you can recall -" Wormtail stopped short as his master raised his wand to the air.
"M-Master?"
"Crucio," the master's voice resonated cruelly through Wormtail's heart, as he was stabbed by white hot needles of pain, and fell to the floor. However, the master was, in fact, bored. "Do you question my judgment, Wormtail?" The master sounded amused by his servant's pain.
Wormtail managed to barely shake his head before his master released him of the unforgivable curse. "That's what I thought. But in any case, you should keep an eye out. Even Dumbledore knows, I've had my share of trouble with that one."
"Yes, Master. Your bidding be done, Lord," Wormtail said as she stumbled down the stairs. He had almost reached the base when his master called him.
"Oh, and Wormtail? Do be careful. Or I'm afraid you'll end up in more trouble than you had anticipated." The master's smooth voice ruptured his heart as Wormtail nodded and slowly trudged out of the chamber.
"Ah yes," the Master said to himself. "You will soon be mine, Harry Potter. Whether you like it or not." He turned to the stand next to his chair and opened a book laced with blood. His bony finger scaled the ancient words on the page. "Book of Revelations, bring back my power! Laheros Sumas Teni!" A brilliant, black aura enveloped the master, and he laughed.
Somewhere, Harry Potter awoke with a burning feeling in his forehead. He dismissed it, and went back to bed.
((A/N: That was chapter 1 revised. I know I didn't do too much to it, but oh wellz. I like it, so too bad if u don't.))
Kaori Knight
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to it. I own the servant and whoMever I decide to add later. (take that, grammar check!) I hate writing these things.
A strike of light bolted in the distance and illuminated the black sky. The rain thundered down upon the servant; it was swallowed up by it. The rain poured onto its face, dripping down wildly, unable to stop, unable to be controlled. It let itself be drowned in the downpour. The storm was an outward manifestation of its own mind; always raging; always drowning. But in the end, it stopped. It always stopped. And that was when it lost all control.
The servant raised a hand to its face. So much pain had been inflicted by this hand. So much pain.
Darkness. I use to be so afraid of it. But no more. Now that I have his power-
The servant disappeared and reappeared in a room of grandeur. Red drapes hung down from the ceiling, separating the strong from the weak. A broad staircase rolled upward towards the servant's master.
This will all be mine.
"Do you know the plan?" a voice hissed, interrupting the servant's thoughts.
"Of course I know the plan," the servant replied in an irritated manner. "Did you think I would just forget it overnight?" it replied snidely.
"Quiet, you fool. I am growing tired of this. You grow to be a bore to me. Do you take me an idiot? Without me, you would be nothing. Without me, you would have no purpose, not niche in life. I *made* you," the master retorted. The servant rolled its eyes.
"Come now, master. Do not take me for a fool. You think that by degrading me you will make me more of a pathetic slave for you than I already am. But I will not be put down." The servant narrowed its eyes dangerously at the master. "By anyone," it added menacingly.
The master dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Not that it matters. Remember though, you hold the most important part in my plan. You are the one that has to perform the most important part of the ritual. You, and no one else. *I* most certainly can't."
The servant's mouth twitched playfully, and rode itself into a small smile. "What? Are you are actually admitting that I can do something better than you? Well, this is a first," it said, raising an eyebrow tortuously.
The master sighed in an almost sad manner. "These games we play will soon come to an end, I fear. The coming of a new dawn is approaching, and I will most certainly be there to experience it. You, however," he paused for a second and curved his lips into a grotesque smile. "Well, we'll just have to see."
"Oh, I'm afraid! Save me!" the servant said monotonously. It snorted loudly and made its way up the jumble of stairs. "Tell me master, why must these games between us end? It's not as if they're-" the servant paused, thinking for the right word. "Dangerous." it said as it reached its master's throne. The master narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"I'm afraid you must go now. Nightfall is approaching, and you must be ready for it. You can stand the pain, I'm sure," he said menacingly.
"I wouldn't be here if I couldn't, now would I?" the servant chuckled. "Oh, but you're right. The time is fast approaching, and my part has not yet begun. The fall of light into darkness will occur soon, and how I will enjoy seeing it." The servant grinned evilly at the master. "And I will be there to see it. I promise," it said as it disappeared.
A shadow that was hiding in the darkness timidly approached the master. "Master, I, ah-"
"Quiet, Wormtail!" the master's voice boomed throughout the halls and shook the palace. His anger subdued, however, and his blazing eyes returned to normal, only to be replaced with apparent annoyance. "What is it?"
"Master, do you really think your - servant - can be trusted? As you can recall -" Wormtail stopped short as his master raised his wand to the air.
"M-Master?"
"Crucio," the master's voice resonated cruelly through Wormtail's heart, as he was stabbed by white hot needles of pain, and fell to the floor. However, the master was, in fact, bored. "Do you question my judgment, Wormtail?" The master sounded amused by his servant's pain.
Wormtail managed to barely shake his head before his master released him of the unforgivable curse. "That's what I thought. But in any case, you should keep an eye out. Even Dumbledore knows, I've had my share of trouble with that one."
"Yes, Master. Your bidding be done, Lord," Wormtail said as she stumbled down the stairs. He had almost reached the base when his master called him.
"Oh, and Wormtail? Do be careful. Or I'm afraid you'll end up in more trouble than you had anticipated." The master's smooth voice ruptured his heart as Wormtail nodded and slowly trudged out of the chamber.
"Ah yes," the Master said to himself. "You will soon be mine, Harry Potter. Whether you like it or not." He turned to the stand next to his chair and opened a book laced with blood. His bony finger scaled the ancient words on the page. "Book of Revelations, bring back my power! Laheros Sumas Teni!" A brilliant, black aura enveloped the master, and he laughed.
Somewhere, Harry Potter awoke with a burning feeling in his forehead. He dismissed it, and went back to bed.
((A/N: That was chapter 1 revised. I know I didn't do too much to it, but oh wellz. I like it, so too bad if u don't.))
Kaori Knight
