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Summary: The 7th year has finally come, along with many unexpected secrets. The secrets of the past are revealed, the present becomes lost, and the future hangs by a thread. R/R
Secrets in the Shadows
By: Faith McKay
Prologue
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
His fist clamped down on the cold metal base of the dagger and slowly he dug the jagged edge of the blade deep into his skin. She watched him and winced at this sight. The red blood spilled quickly across the silver blade and in a sick twist of reality she thought it almost pleasant looking. He pulled the dagger from his arm and threw it onto the closest table. By now a deep dark pool formed at his feet and he scooped some into a small vial. He took the vial, placed it back on the table and then withdrew his wand. He tapped his arm softly, muttering a few simple words and then as quick as it had appeared the bloody gash had vanished.
Help me...her voice rang inside her head, but the air around her was completely silent.
He placed his wand back into his pocket and reached for the dagger. It's silver blade gleamed in the light, and she knew that soon her blood would drench its surface.
Oh God...she thought, holding her breath. He walked towards her with a slow eerie step, the dagger still in his hand. He didn't say anything, just looked at her with vengeful eyes and then she felt it. The blade sliced through her arm with such a force that she could feel the sickness rise in her stomach. She looked at her arm and cried out in terror. It was her blood now that covered the dagger, it was her own pool of blood that formed at her feet. Dizziness swept over her rather fast and she felt herself fall forward. A sudden jolt knocked the wind out of her lungs as she was jerked backwards by the ropes that held her up against the steal pole. He walked back to the table and placed her vial of blood in a small wooden bowl. He opened it with caution and emptied the contents carefully. He did the same with his vial and then mixed the blood together. He reached into his pocket and removed something small. It was her orb.
"Ron..."she tried to call out to him but her voice was caught somewhere inside of her. " Harry..." it was as if a giant void had replaced her will.
He lay the orb within the blood and chanted softly. She felt her body surge with feeling that she had never felt before. A combination of hate and power boiled within her and she desperately tried to prevent it from surfacing. She fought it with every fiber of her being, and it was tearing her apart... And then she looked up and they were there. Harry stood in the doorway wand in hand and behind him Ron, carrying a gold bracelet.
" Hurry..." was all she could manage to spit from her lips before she felt the wave take over...
*****
Harry watched her body lurch forward and he felt his heart thump in nervousness. Had they been too late? Where was Hermione? They needed the spell now if they were ever going to save her. Ron stepped up next to him and out of the corner of his eye, Harry knew that Ron's angered emotion had finally reached its peak. If they were ever going to save her they would have to move now...and as if they were thinking the same exact thing they both rushed forward...
**** I know this was short and teasing, but the next chapter will be posted ASAP. This story is going to be way different then most of them.please review for me. Next chapter will hopefully be up later today or tomorrow.
Summary: The 7th year has finally come, along with many unexpected secrets. The secrets of the past are revealed, the present becomes lost, and the future hangs by a thread. R/R
Secrets in the Shadows
By: Faith McKay
Prologue
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
His fist clamped down on the cold metal base of the dagger and slowly he dug the jagged edge of the blade deep into his skin. She watched him and winced at this sight. The red blood spilled quickly across the silver blade and in a sick twist of reality she thought it almost pleasant looking. He pulled the dagger from his arm and threw it onto the closest table. By now a deep dark pool formed at his feet and he scooped some into a small vial. He took the vial, placed it back on the table and then withdrew his wand. He tapped his arm softly, muttering a few simple words and then as quick as it had appeared the bloody gash had vanished.
Help me...her voice rang inside her head, but the air around her was completely silent.
He placed his wand back into his pocket and reached for the dagger. It's silver blade gleamed in the light, and she knew that soon her blood would drench its surface.
Oh God...she thought, holding her breath. He walked towards her with a slow eerie step, the dagger still in his hand. He didn't say anything, just looked at her with vengeful eyes and then she felt it. The blade sliced through her arm with such a force that she could feel the sickness rise in her stomach. She looked at her arm and cried out in terror. It was her blood now that covered the dagger, it was her own pool of blood that formed at her feet. Dizziness swept over her rather fast and she felt herself fall forward. A sudden jolt knocked the wind out of her lungs as she was jerked backwards by the ropes that held her up against the steal pole. He walked back to the table and placed her vial of blood in a small wooden bowl. He opened it with caution and emptied the contents carefully. He did the same with his vial and then mixed the blood together. He reached into his pocket and removed something small. It was her orb.
"Ron..."she tried to call out to him but her voice was caught somewhere inside of her. " Harry..." it was as if a giant void had replaced her will.
He lay the orb within the blood and chanted softly. She felt her body surge with feeling that she had never felt before. A combination of hate and power boiled within her and she desperately tried to prevent it from surfacing. She fought it with every fiber of her being, and it was tearing her apart... And then she looked up and they were there. Harry stood in the doorway wand in hand and behind him Ron, carrying a gold bracelet.
" Hurry..." was all she could manage to spit from her lips before she felt the wave take over...
*****
Harry watched her body lurch forward and he felt his heart thump in nervousness. Had they been too late? Where was Hermione? They needed the spell now if they were ever going to save her. Ron stepped up next to him and out of the corner of his eye, Harry knew that Ron's angered emotion had finally reached its peak. If they were ever going to save her they would have to move now...and as if they were thinking the same exact thing they both rushed forward...
**** I know this was short and teasing, but the next chapter will be posted ASAP. This story is going to be way different then most of them.please review for me. Next chapter will hopefully be up later today or tomorrow.
