As time froze around her, she ripped her body out of the gap and went
quickly downstairs towards the quiet and empty library.
She entered the restricted section, struggling not to leave a trace.
Finally she found the spot she was looking for. Leaving the gap she pushed
the piece of wood. The wall opened to reveal the now well-known gangway.
Spider's web hung from the ceiling and she felt some of it attaching itself
to her long, black hair. Finally she reached the room. Her eyes saw through
the darkness as usual. In front of her, on the table, was the old book,
covered by an inch-thick layer of dust. She took a deep breath, then
reached out and took it, bringing it up under her jumper; she went back to
her room to sleep, meaning to look at the book the next day.
She yawned, taking one last look on the book. It helped nothing. It was a different language. The writing smelled ancient and the language eternal. No matter how hard she forced her mind to break the riddle it remained locked to her. She was on the verge of understanding it, but was nothing closer than she had been when she'd starting reading early the prior morning. She knew Sirius must be worried, and she also knew she couldn't keep this from him for long, but was settled on trying for as long as possible. She didn't want to drag him into another situation. Whatever we do, we do it together She clearly what Jake always said when she'd kept something from him. She pushed back the tears. She couldn't touch the wound yet. It was still too new and soar, and bringing up waves of anger and guilt up in her. How many innocent lives was the man who called himself her father going to take to get to her? An image appeared before her. James' face. How many friendships would he break? Who was he anyway? Some evil old warlock? Instinctively she knew that was almost the furthest she could get from the truth. Falling into deep sleep she knew he was so much more. And so much more significant.
In the dream she saw two people standing in a small living room. The faces were blurred and the scenery confusing. "Lily, it's Him! Go, run, take Harry! I'll hold him off..." The voice was a man's voice, desperate and edgy. But why her name? After a short while she heard a woman's voice. "I love you!" "And I love you. Go!" As the shorter of the forms stumbled out of the room and up the staircase, her face seemed to get clearer. For a moment it was transparent, shiningly red and showing off the delicate skull, eyes acid pools. Then the woman seemed to find some calm and her features turned back. Young and delicate with high cheekbones and beautiful red hair. The eyes were frightened and huge, shining in a colour that was a mixture between emerald and acid. She began to search for something, frantically until she found a small case, opening it to see some powder. "AVADA KEDAVRA" The words were followed by a thump and the woman's eyes watered from the knowledge of her husband's death. Lily tried desperately to free herself of the role as a silent watcher, but was unable to do so. She heard the sound of feet on the stairs. The woman turned around at the sound, but didn't move further. She seemed numb. The door opened, revealing a tall man. His hair was straight and black, quite long and kept in a ponytail. All in all the picture of Sirius. But this wasn't Sirius. The man's bright emerald eyes shone. The woman turned around to cover the small form of what Lily realised was an infant, obviously awaiting the worst imaginable from the man. "Stand aside, precious," he muttered. "No, father!" "Stand aside, silly girl!" His voice had grown louder. A lot louder. "NO!" The woman was screaming now, her facial structure failing her once again. "No please not Harry, have mercy, please..." "Stand aside, I said!" "No, not Harry. Take me, kill me instead! Have mercy!" "Avada Kedavra" The words sounded choked, as if he hadn't really wanted this. A green blast erupted from the tip of his wand, killing the young woman. "Now, grandson. It's your turn" He smiled evilly as he advanced the infant. "Avada Kedavra." Another green blast came out, hitting the boy, but was reflected, getting right back to the man, who was separated from his body so harshly that someone like Lily easily could see it. They boy lay still, a cut visible on his forehead. Lily held her breath. The small child wailed. The scenery changed, going back to the setting of the beginning of the dream. "Go Lily!" The woman smiled evilly at the man, who had his back against her. It was easy to see that it was the same man as in the last dream. The door opened. The same man as in the last dream came in, grinning, and as the younger man lifted his wand, the woman took her own out. "Hasta la vista, James. Avada Kedavra." As the young man fell to the floor, the woman looked up at the older one. "Greetings, father." He returned her smile. "Back to you, precious." The woman took three fatal strides, and handed the infant over. He opened his bright green eyes with a look of evil that equalled that of his mother and grandfather.
Lily sat up, her body covered in cold sweat. She just sat for a moment, sorting out the dreams. She looked at the book next to her. It must've caused them. Back to the dreams. They told her of her future, but as importantly: about her past. So Tom Black, Tom Riddle and Lord Voldemort were the one and same person? Obviously. As she saw it the dreams pictures her life in two different paths. Both had shown her with James? In one she died and took her father with her. In the other she was as bad as him and they both survived. She would choose the first option at any time. Which meant she had to make up with James. If she should stay on the right path she would need his support. She looked at her watch. 8.30 PM. Not later? He'd still be up! She got up and dressed.
The common room seemed big and dangerous as she entered. Sirius was nowhere to be found, but the Potter gang was seated in a sofa. She went over there, quietly and nervously. "James?" "Huh?" The boy turned around and recognized his former best friend. He turned back. "James I need to speak to you for a second." "A second!" He paused. "I'm waiting..." "In private." He shrugged his shoulders and went after her, hate still evident in his eyes.
Was that a cliffhanger? Sorry if it was, I just needed to make sure that somebody reads it despite the delays, which I'm sorry about. I've had exams and a really busy holiday beside from having some nonff.net writing to do. I hope this'll be up much sooner next time and I'll try to stop promising things I can't keep. I have to go to bed now as it's 2AM and I need to get up to the first day of school (boarding) tomorrow. I also wanted people to know that if anyone needs a beta-reader, you may contact me on daminpa@hotmail.com. Danie:)
She yawned, taking one last look on the book. It helped nothing. It was a different language. The writing smelled ancient and the language eternal. No matter how hard she forced her mind to break the riddle it remained locked to her. She was on the verge of understanding it, but was nothing closer than she had been when she'd starting reading early the prior morning. She knew Sirius must be worried, and she also knew she couldn't keep this from him for long, but was settled on trying for as long as possible. She didn't want to drag him into another situation. Whatever we do, we do it together She clearly what Jake always said when she'd kept something from him. She pushed back the tears. She couldn't touch the wound yet. It was still too new and soar, and bringing up waves of anger and guilt up in her. How many innocent lives was the man who called himself her father going to take to get to her? An image appeared before her. James' face. How many friendships would he break? Who was he anyway? Some evil old warlock? Instinctively she knew that was almost the furthest she could get from the truth. Falling into deep sleep she knew he was so much more. And so much more significant.
In the dream she saw two people standing in a small living room. The faces were blurred and the scenery confusing. "Lily, it's Him! Go, run, take Harry! I'll hold him off..." The voice was a man's voice, desperate and edgy. But why her name? After a short while she heard a woman's voice. "I love you!" "And I love you. Go!" As the shorter of the forms stumbled out of the room and up the staircase, her face seemed to get clearer. For a moment it was transparent, shiningly red and showing off the delicate skull, eyes acid pools. Then the woman seemed to find some calm and her features turned back. Young and delicate with high cheekbones and beautiful red hair. The eyes were frightened and huge, shining in a colour that was a mixture between emerald and acid. She began to search for something, frantically until she found a small case, opening it to see some powder. "AVADA KEDAVRA" The words were followed by a thump and the woman's eyes watered from the knowledge of her husband's death. Lily tried desperately to free herself of the role as a silent watcher, but was unable to do so. She heard the sound of feet on the stairs. The woman turned around at the sound, but didn't move further. She seemed numb. The door opened, revealing a tall man. His hair was straight and black, quite long and kept in a ponytail. All in all the picture of Sirius. But this wasn't Sirius. The man's bright emerald eyes shone. The woman turned around to cover the small form of what Lily realised was an infant, obviously awaiting the worst imaginable from the man. "Stand aside, precious," he muttered. "No, father!" "Stand aside, silly girl!" His voice had grown louder. A lot louder. "NO!" The woman was screaming now, her facial structure failing her once again. "No please not Harry, have mercy, please..." "Stand aside, I said!" "No, not Harry. Take me, kill me instead! Have mercy!" "Avada Kedavra" The words sounded choked, as if he hadn't really wanted this. A green blast erupted from the tip of his wand, killing the young woman. "Now, grandson. It's your turn" He smiled evilly as he advanced the infant. "Avada Kedavra." Another green blast came out, hitting the boy, but was reflected, getting right back to the man, who was separated from his body so harshly that someone like Lily easily could see it. They boy lay still, a cut visible on his forehead. Lily held her breath. The small child wailed. The scenery changed, going back to the setting of the beginning of the dream. "Go Lily!" The woman smiled evilly at the man, who had his back against her. It was easy to see that it was the same man as in the last dream. The door opened. The same man as in the last dream came in, grinning, and as the younger man lifted his wand, the woman took her own out. "Hasta la vista, James. Avada Kedavra." As the young man fell to the floor, the woman looked up at the older one. "Greetings, father." He returned her smile. "Back to you, precious." The woman took three fatal strides, and handed the infant over. He opened his bright green eyes with a look of evil that equalled that of his mother and grandfather.
Lily sat up, her body covered in cold sweat. She just sat for a moment, sorting out the dreams. She looked at the book next to her. It must've caused them. Back to the dreams. They told her of her future, but as importantly: about her past. So Tom Black, Tom Riddle and Lord Voldemort were the one and same person? Obviously. As she saw it the dreams pictures her life in two different paths. Both had shown her with James? In one she died and took her father with her. In the other she was as bad as him and they both survived. She would choose the first option at any time. Which meant she had to make up with James. If she should stay on the right path she would need his support. She looked at her watch. 8.30 PM. Not later? He'd still be up! She got up and dressed.
The common room seemed big and dangerous as she entered. Sirius was nowhere to be found, but the Potter gang was seated in a sofa. She went over there, quietly and nervously. "James?" "Huh?" The boy turned around and recognized his former best friend. He turned back. "James I need to speak to you for a second." "A second!" He paused. "I'm waiting..." "In private." He shrugged his shoulders and went after her, hate still evident in his eyes.
Was that a cliffhanger? Sorry if it was, I just needed to make sure that somebody reads it despite the delays, which I'm sorry about. I've had exams and a really busy holiday beside from having some nonff.net writing to do. I hope this'll be up much sooner next time and I'll try to stop promising things I can't keep. I have to go to bed now as it's 2AM and I need to get up to the first day of school (boarding) tomorrow. I also wanted people to know that if anyone needs a beta-reader, you may contact me on daminpa@hotmail.com. Danie:)