DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, nor are any of the original
characters mine. But! (Lovely little word, don't you think?) The new
characters are MINE! So don't take them without permission!
Aidan's limp formed suddenly stiffened in the bed that he'd been resting on. Slowly, he sat up. Like an ancient mummy from a horror movie. With his eyes still closed, he picked up his wand from the bedside table. Bleached moonlight lit up against the almost imperceptible lighter streaks of red in his hair, causing it to look like a mane of pale and faded blood.
He smoothly slipped from under the covers, slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed. For the first time his eyes opened, but they were vacant of signs of his usually flaming personality. Arms limp at his sides he stalked silently to the door of the hospital wing. Pointing his wand at the lock, for a moment nothing happened. Then the lock suddenly vanished entirely from the door. His seemingly incorporeal form seemed to float out into the hall. Now with less moonlight, the tiny little arcs of silver energy wove through his hair were more evident.
Electric currents forced his hair to stand up a bit, it looked as if there was a breeze lifting the amber tresses from his head, slightly. Mechanically moving towards the large doors that opened up to the grounds, he stopped only once to observe a stain on the floor that hadn't been quite scrubbed clean. This time when the doors refused to cooperate, he brandished his wand silently and they swung open like bat wings unfurling into the night, silent and dark.
Soon he was trotting, then jogging. Suddenly he burst into speed, had anyone been watching they would have seen him start to blur. Then, just as he reached the edge of the lake. He came to a sudden, but firm, stop. The weirdness of the night only increased as he started to mutter in long forgotten languages and wave his wand in strange patters.
Moonlight revealed that the giant squid that lived in the lake was rising to the surface, seemingly against it's natural instinct and will to do so. Then, as if the law of gravity had been lifted from it, the squid floated up out of the water and was laid out across the great lawn. Only it's head was exposed to the air, tentacles and arms were left in the water. It started to writhe and wriggle. As if a hurricane's wrath blew about in it's innards. Shrinking, the squid was no longer a squid. But a very large, ferocious, and seemingly evil, red spider. Foul purple acid dripped from it's front mandibles, and poisonous venom was evident on the rest of its saber-like teeth. Words from another's mind echoed in Aidan's head. Words like 'revenge.'
Aidan knew.
Neville tossed his pillow out the heavy curtains of his four post bed. Harry through it over the top of them. They repeated the actions while carrying on a conversation, Neville had learned to trust Harry more than anyone else before Aidan had come and now he and Harry were having a late night conversation. Not yet to the meat of his problem, Neville and Harry still kept up their game of Toss-The-Pillow, talking about trivial things that really were not having any bearing on Neville's behavior since the clean-up last week. Neville felt lower than scum, more foul the He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named, beyond redemption, beyond forgiveness. To put it simply, Neville was feeling like a traitor and he hated himself for it. He'd taken pleasure from what he'd done with Damien, oh yes. Neville had enjoyed it quite a lot. Damien had taken over after they'd both gotten undressed enough, first Damien had turned him around and Neville knew what was going to happen. But he'd never felt it so thoroughly as this, each time Damien had plunged into him it was like the first time. Then, Damien had moaned and Neville felt the spurting and the warmth of Damien's seed. Damien, who was firmly in charge of the entire act, then flipped Neville around, lowered himself briskly to his knees, and had quickly captured Neville in the firm grasp of his lips. Neville had never had a more experienced bed fellow than that, and he felt it. Damien had had the good sense to set the scrubs in motion to scour the floor while they were busy and so they left the dungeon as soon as they'd gotten dressed.
Now Neville wished he'd kept himself under control, rebuking himself so harshly that often he felt on the verge of tears. Then when he wasn't rebuking himself he just thought about how much this would hurt Aidan, then he would cry. Sometimes for hours, dragging out into the early hours of morning. Lately he'd looked like hell but he didn't care, nothing seemed to matter anymore.
He went through the daily routine on total automatic pilot. Harry tossed the pillow back over the curtain rod. Neville didn't toss it back. After a second or two Harry parted the curtains to Neville's bed and sat down on the edge next to him. Neville looked down on the pillow he held in his lap, as though ashamed. Harry couldn't figure out why and had an expression of bafflement and care on his face. Thought Neville's face was slightly obscured from his bowl-cut hair that hung between his face and the rest of the world like a veil. Suddenly, a tear coursed down his cheek and made of a soft 'plop' on the pillow. Neville leaned on Harry's friendly shoulder and began telling Harry why he had been a zombie since last week.
Suddenly, while guiding his creation to the doors of Hogwarts, Aidan jerked to a stop. He whispered,
"No…" Then another voice came, apparently from nowhere.
"You will do as I say, I am in control."
"No." Aidan uttered the word with slightly more force. The arcs of blue electricity started to fade from his hair. Unexpectedly haze poured out of the earth. Loathsome smells and disgusting shades of blood and pus. Slowly, leaves and twigs floated into the haze. A skeleton of broken twigs and snapped branches from the Forbidden Forest snapped up in front of Aidan, complete with a horrific skull. The haze had reached out and snapped leaves off nearby trees, they instantly turned dulled autumn colors. Soon a skin of leaves covered the previously bare skeleton. Abruptly, the rotting assemblage spoke.
"Aidan, you are mine. Obey me or be annihilated."
"Oh please, that is so comic book villain. Could we be a little more original?" came Aidan's impudent response.
Now that he was in control again, Aidan planned to keep it that way.
Neville sighed a final sigh from his long cry on Harry's compassionate shoulder and promptly began to drift into sleep. Harry carefully lay Neville down into his bed and covered him in his sheets and blankets.
"G'night, Nev'." Said Harry, but Neville was already an infinite distance away from him, in dream land.
Harry went to his bed, but on his way he looked out one of the many windows in the boys dormitory.
"What the hell?"
Aidan's limp formed suddenly stiffened in the bed that he'd been resting on. Slowly, he sat up. Like an ancient mummy from a horror movie. With his eyes still closed, he picked up his wand from the bedside table. Bleached moonlight lit up against the almost imperceptible lighter streaks of red in his hair, causing it to look like a mane of pale and faded blood.
He smoothly slipped from under the covers, slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed. For the first time his eyes opened, but they were vacant of signs of his usually flaming personality. Arms limp at his sides he stalked silently to the door of the hospital wing. Pointing his wand at the lock, for a moment nothing happened. Then the lock suddenly vanished entirely from the door. His seemingly incorporeal form seemed to float out into the hall. Now with less moonlight, the tiny little arcs of silver energy wove through his hair were more evident.
Electric currents forced his hair to stand up a bit, it looked as if there was a breeze lifting the amber tresses from his head, slightly. Mechanically moving towards the large doors that opened up to the grounds, he stopped only once to observe a stain on the floor that hadn't been quite scrubbed clean. This time when the doors refused to cooperate, he brandished his wand silently and they swung open like bat wings unfurling into the night, silent and dark.
Soon he was trotting, then jogging. Suddenly he burst into speed, had anyone been watching they would have seen him start to blur. Then, just as he reached the edge of the lake. He came to a sudden, but firm, stop. The weirdness of the night only increased as he started to mutter in long forgotten languages and wave his wand in strange patters.
Moonlight revealed that the giant squid that lived in the lake was rising to the surface, seemingly against it's natural instinct and will to do so. Then, as if the law of gravity had been lifted from it, the squid floated up out of the water and was laid out across the great lawn. Only it's head was exposed to the air, tentacles and arms were left in the water. It started to writhe and wriggle. As if a hurricane's wrath blew about in it's innards. Shrinking, the squid was no longer a squid. But a very large, ferocious, and seemingly evil, red spider. Foul purple acid dripped from it's front mandibles, and poisonous venom was evident on the rest of its saber-like teeth. Words from another's mind echoed in Aidan's head. Words like 'revenge.'
Aidan knew.
Neville tossed his pillow out the heavy curtains of his four post bed. Harry through it over the top of them. They repeated the actions while carrying on a conversation, Neville had learned to trust Harry more than anyone else before Aidan had come and now he and Harry were having a late night conversation. Not yet to the meat of his problem, Neville and Harry still kept up their game of Toss-The-Pillow, talking about trivial things that really were not having any bearing on Neville's behavior since the clean-up last week. Neville felt lower than scum, more foul the He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named, beyond redemption, beyond forgiveness. To put it simply, Neville was feeling like a traitor and he hated himself for it. He'd taken pleasure from what he'd done with Damien, oh yes. Neville had enjoyed it quite a lot. Damien had taken over after they'd both gotten undressed enough, first Damien had turned him around and Neville knew what was going to happen. But he'd never felt it so thoroughly as this, each time Damien had plunged into him it was like the first time. Then, Damien had moaned and Neville felt the spurting and the warmth of Damien's seed. Damien, who was firmly in charge of the entire act, then flipped Neville around, lowered himself briskly to his knees, and had quickly captured Neville in the firm grasp of his lips. Neville had never had a more experienced bed fellow than that, and he felt it. Damien had had the good sense to set the scrubs in motion to scour the floor while they were busy and so they left the dungeon as soon as they'd gotten dressed.
Now Neville wished he'd kept himself under control, rebuking himself so harshly that often he felt on the verge of tears. Then when he wasn't rebuking himself he just thought about how much this would hurt Aidan, then he would cry. Sometimes for hours, dragging out into the early hours of morning. Lately he'd looked like hell but he didn't care, nothing seemed to matter anymore.
He went through the daily routine on total automatic pilot. Harry tossed the pillow back over the curtain rod. Neville didn't toss it back. After a second or two Harry parted the curtains to Neville's bed and sat down on the edge next to him. Neville looked down on the pillow he held in his lap, as though ashamed. Harry couldn't figure out why and had an expression of bafflement and care on his face. Thought Neville's face was slightly obscured from his bowl-cut hair that hung between his face and the rest of the world like a veil. Suddenly, a tear coursed down his cheek and made of a soft 'plop' on the pillow. Neville leaned on Harry's friendly shoulder and began telling Harry why he had been a zombie since last week.
Suddenly, while guiding his creation to the doors of Hogwarts, Aidan jerked to a stop. He whispered,
"No…" Then another voice came, apparently from nowhere.
"You will do as I say, I am in control."
"No." Aidan uttered the word with slightly more force. The arcs of blue electricity started to fade from his hair. Unexpectedly haze poured out of the earth. Loathsome smells and disgusting shades of blood and pus. Slowly, leaves and twigs floated into the haze. A skeleton of broken twigs and snapped branches from the Forbidden Forest snapped up in front of Aidan, complete with a horrific skull. The haze had reached out and snapped leaves off nearby trees, they instantly turned dulled autumn colors. Soon a skin of leaves covered the previously bare skeleton. Abruptly, the rotting assemblage spoke.
"Aidan, you are mine. Obey me or be annihilated."
"Oh please, that is so comic book villain. Could we be a little more original?" came Aidan's impudent response.
Now that he was in control again, Aidan planned to keep it that way.
Neville sighed a final sigh from his long cry on Harry's compassionate shoulder and promptly began to drift into sleep. Harry carefully lay Neville down into his bed and covered him in his sheets and blankets.
"G'night, Nev'." Said Harry, but Neville was already an infinite distance away from him, in dream land.
Harry went to his bed, but on his way he looked out one of the many windows in the boys dormitory.
"What the hell?"