Chapter four! Yay! Y'all know what I own and don't own. *sigh* Okay, okay,
I own anything that's not canon to JKR's Harry Potter series. And
everything else is the great goddess's. You know whom I mean.
And all y'all homophobes can go boil your heads, 'cause this here story's got slash galore! Whee!
Thanks y'all who reviewed. Well.All TWO of you.*sniff* well, thanks Bienfoy and Angel, it means a lot to me.
Victoire de Voletta!
Voletta leaned against the cold, damp stone wall outside Hogwarts, tapping her foot to the music she was currently listening to. Her head and torso were completely soaked; it was raining heavily. Any other students out of doors rushed about, trying to get under shelter as quickly as possible. Their red noses and thick, layered clothes bundled around them gave the impression of fat, ill penguins waddling across the school grounds.
The mysterious girl sighed heavily, gazing through her long, dark lashes at the lake. She wondered how cold it was, and if the giant squid was awake. Naturally, the only way to find out was to test it.
Now, Voletta was a very determined, but patient girl. She went with the flow, and seemed most passive, but really, she pulled every string. So if she wanted to swim in the lake, she'd swim in the lake. Sometimes, unfortunately, she was too minimalist and direct to take any extra precautions. As you can see, it was this characteristic that led to a rather strange, late-Autumn incident.
Wading into the lake, fully clothed, Voletta paused for a moment to put a waterproofing charm on her CD player before diving underneath the surface. It was too cold to think, and an ordinary person would have been dead in less than five minutes.
As you may have guessed by now, Voletta was no ordinary human. In fact, she wasn't human at all! She was a creature known as an archangel, though more commonly called a seraph. Due to the biblical relation, the seraph chose to keep her species secret. Voletta didn't know what she was, therefore couldn't tell anyone.
Seraphs did not take well to heat, and much preferred cooler temperatures, so the frigid waters of the lake were just a little uncomfortable. Voletta never swam well as a human, but pressed on through the water, searching for the giant squid at the bottom.
Everything seemed so blue and surreal. Icy water dyed everything, and it seemed as though one was wearing tinted lenses. So smooth and liquid; the ruins of an abandoned mer-city, distorted and waving, pressed in, reaching to enclose the trespasser.
Dizzy from lack of air, and finally feeling the cold, Voletta momentarily thought of returning to the surface, but quickly brushed that thought away, and continued into darker, darker, and still darker waters of the lake. Slimy weeds, and things that felt like weeds, tangled around the ankles of the girl, but quickly released her, as though peasants recoiling from some royalty they had not recognized. After nearly twenty minutes, Voletta was numb, her vision blurring and clouding with white spots, and her lungs had long passed the stage of burning for air. Yet still she did not consider returning to the surface.
Five minutes later, she was not sure if she was merely floating about aimlessly, or gliding slowly through the water. The girl didn't feel it when strong arms wrapped about her waist, and she was propelled away to the Mer-Kingdome. Only when Voletta was brought into a warm, air filled glass room did she realize it was a merman, not herself, speeding through the water.
Within the room was a one armed couch, a small vanity, and a rug, all of which were beautiful, but worn and old, as though they had been salvaged form a sunken cruise liner. Which, Voletta reflected, was probably the case. On hooks on the outside wall there hung what looked like a red leash and harness. She could see no way out, except through a door above her, which was far too high to reach. Rather than jumping about, pounding wildly on the transparent walls as some other, less levelheaded person might have done, Voletta lay upon the pretty red velvet couch, and slept, listening to a melancholy song called 'Rain.' It was from her authoress' favorite show, Cowboy Bebop. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
A loud pounding from above woke Voletta up. She opened her eyes to see the merman that had brought her here knocking on the door in the ceiling, grinning and holding the leash and harness. Apparently, she was to be some equivalent of a pet for the merpeople. This could not be, of course, and an escape plan immediately began to form. As soon as she got out of her 'cage,' Voletta took off, not allowing herself to be harnessed. It would seem that she had no chance, racing away from the swift merman, but a long, pinkish tentacle suddenly snatched her away from the fish-like man's reaching arms. Voletta found herself face-to-face with the giant squid; it was very much awake. Sensing that it was a very gentle, playful creature, she stretched out a hand to softly stroke the tender, squishy flesh of the tentacle that was holding her. A black-violet cloud of silken hair billowed around her, and through the water, her face was quite blue. She looked like a sweet angel. The squid thought so too.
It had been a cold autumn, and for three months, the gentle giant had not eaten. Voletta seemed like a tasty morsel to the half-crazed animal. But, since it was so gentle and compassionate, it thought it would be kinder to let her die before chomping down and savoring the flavorful human flesh as it had not in more than a century.
Voletta kicked and scratched and hit the colossal arm violently after realizing the thing had no intention of letting her go. She was quickly running out of breath, despite her amazing ability to retain oxygen, as observed earlier. It must have been due to her repressed panic and excess use of energy. Finally she could take it no longer. Great bubbles floated to the surface as all the air was released from her lungs; she gasped in great lungfuls of water. If death was the only possible ending to this expedition, Voletta wanted it over with as soon as possible.
"Goodbye. I love you." she mouthed as darkness overtook her.
~*~
From the castle window, Dumbledore sighed sadly. Had it been possible, he would have done something sooner, before the squid got to her. But the squid and he had a deal: Witches and wizards would not be endangered unless the squid was endangered by them, and vice versa. Since Professor Trelawney had forgotten to send down the squid's shipment of meat, it was starving, and had every right to eat anything it wanted. An idea popped into the wise man's head! He couldn't interfere directly, but if someone else knew.That's it! He'd tell Voletta's friends! But who were they? It seemed she had none, and really, no one would want to go into that lake, even to save their friends life. It seemed that the only choice was to observe.
Peering into a mirror, enchanted to show anything currently happening, Albus was caught by surprise. After Voletta had finally stopped moving, the squid did not yet make a move to eat her. The headmaster realized that it was waiting for her to completely die. Just as it started to bring the limp form to it's mouth, her body shuddered tremendously, as though a great seizure was upon her! Bright, white light shone from her as though her body was merely a translucent container for it, and her back seemed to have three growing lumps underneath of it. It was a beautiful yet grotesque sight. Finally, the shifting things burst through her skin, and blood filled the water, making what were meant to be wings of the purest white red and purple, covered in a slimy, veined membrane which broke as the three wings stretched out; each one at least three times the height of their owner. A bright, silvery light shone from within the lake, as though a spotlight were being shot into the sky from beneath the water.
All through Hogwarts, the buzzing of excited students filled the air, and dozens rushed to the shore to see the spectacle; they pondered the meaning of this uncanny light. Among them was Draco, Galatea, Sidhe, and the 'Dream Team.'
Under the water, Voletta's three wings flapped gracefully, strong beats tearing her away from the squid. Its grip was too strong, and would have ripped her legs off had she not been the creature that she was. Rather, it trembled for a moment before it's tentacle ripped completely off, trailing bits of flesh, and hanging bone. She rose above the water, the arm relaxing and falling off just before she rose from the center of the lake. The crowd gasped in awe as the seraph floated above all of them, iridescent and shimmering. It looked as though she was suspended in the air by strings tied to her wings, held by the fingers of some gargantuan puppet master in the sky.
Her mouth opened, and although no sound was heard, a deep, wise voice trembled the very foundations of the earth.
" The past repeats itself as it should have been. The future is no longer." It said, and as a chameleon's tongue slips promptly into it's owner's mouth, the mesmerizing wings were crumpled and deflated, sucking themselves back into a human form. The entire glow disappeared, and the figure in the sky fell, leaving a pale, naked being floating face down on the grey-blue waters of the lake.
Ooh. Well, this chapter was shorter than usual, but whatever. Whaddaya think? As always, lemme know, I'm starving for reviews! Oh, and I think the words were kinda corny, but hey, ya know, it gets the message across. Love y'all!
And all y'all homophobes can go boil your heads, 'cause this here story's got slash galore! Whee!
Thanks y'all who reviewed. Well.All TWO of you.*sniff* well, thanks Bienfoy and Angel, it means a lot to me.
Victoire de Voletta!
Voletta leaned against the cold, damp stone wall outside Hogwarts, tapping her foot to the music she was currently listening to. Her head and torso were completely soaked; it was raining heavily. Any other students out of doors rushed about, trying to get under shelter as quickly as possible. Their red noses and thick, layered clothes bundled around them gave the impression of fat, ill penguins waddling across the school grounds.
The mysterious girl sighed heavily, gazing through her long, dark lashes at the lake. She wondered how cold it was, and if the giant squid was awake. Naturally, the only way to find out was to test it.
Now, Voletta was a very determined, but patient girl. She went with the flow, and seemed most passive, but really, she pulled every string. So if she wanted to swim in the lake, she'd swim in the lake. Sometimes, unfortunately, she was too minimalist and direct to take any extra precautions. As you can see, it was this characteristic that led to a rather strange, late-Autumn incident.
Wading into the lake, fully clothed, Voletta paused for a moment to put a waterproofing charm on her CD player before diving underneath the surface. It was too cold to think, and an ordinary person would have been dead in less than five minutes.
As you may have guessed by now, Voletta was no ordinary human. In fact, she wasn't human at all! She was a creature known as an archangel, though more commonly called a seraph. Due to the biblical relation, the seraph chose to keep her species secret. Voletta didn't know what she was, therefore couldn't tell anyone.
Seraphs did not take well to heat, and much preferred cooler temperatures, so the frigid waters of the lake were just a little uncomfortable. Voletta never swam well as a human, but pressed on through the water, searching for the giant squid at the bottom.
Everything seemed so blue and surreal. Icy water dyed everything, and it seemed as though one was wearing tinted lenses. So smooth and liquid; the ruins of an abandoned mer-city, distorted and waving, pressed in, reaching to enclose the trespasser.
Dizzy from lack of air, and finally feeling the cold, Voletta momentarily thought of returning to the surface, but quickly brushed that thought away, and continued into darker, darker, and still darker waters of the lake. Slimy weeds, and things that felt like weeds, tangled around the ankles of the girl, but quickly released her, as though peasants recoiling from some royalty they had not recognized. After nearly twenty minutes, Voletta was numb, her vision blurring and clouding with white spots, and her lungs had long passed the stage of burning for air. Yet still she did not consider returning to the surface.
Five minutes later, she was not sure if she was merely floating about aimlessly, or gliding slowly through the water. The girl didn't feel it when strong arms wrapped about her waist, and she was propelled away to the Mer-Kingdome. Only when Voletta was brought into a warm, air filled glass room did she realize it was a merman, not herself, speeding through the water.
Within the room was a one armed couch, a small vanity, and a rug, all of which were beautiful, but worn and old, as though they had been salvaged form a sunken cruise liner. Which, Voletta reflected, was probably the case. On hooks on the outside wall there hung what looked like a red leash and harness. She could see no way out, except through a door above her, which was far too high to reach. Rather than jumping about, pounding wildly on the transparent walls as some other, less levelheaded person might have done, Voletta lay upon the pretty red velvet couch, and slept, listening to a melancholy song called 'Rain.' It was from her authoress' favorite show, Cowboy Bebop. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
A loud pounding from above woke Voletta up. She opened her eyes to see the merman that had brought her here knocking on the door in the ceiling, grinning and holding the leash and harness. Apparently, she was to be some equivalent of a pet for the merpeople. This could not be, of course, and an escape plan immediately began to form. As soon as she got out of her 'cage,' Voletta took off, not allowing herself to be harnessed. It would seem that she had no chance, racing away from the swift merman, but a long, pinkish tentacle suddenly snatched her away from the fish-like man's reaching arms. Voletta found herself face-to-face with the giant squid; it was very much awake. Sensing that it was a very gentle, playful creature, she stretched out a hand to softly stroke the tender, squishy flesh of the tentacle that was holding her. A black-violet cloud of silken hair billowed around her, and through the water, her face was quite blue. She looked like a sweet angel. The squid thought so too.
It had been a cold autumn, and for three months, the gentle giant had not eaten. Voletta seemed like a tasty morsel to the half-crazed animal. But, since it was so gentle and compassionate, it thought it would be kinder to let her die before chomping down and savoring the flavorful human flesh as it had not in more than a century.
Voletta kicked and scratched and hit the colossal arm violently after realizing the thing had no intention of letting her go. She was quickly running out of breath, despite her amazing ability to retain oxygen, as observed earlier. It must have been due to her repressed panic and excess use of energy. Finally she could take it no longer. Great bubbles floated to the surface as all the air was released from her lungs; she gasped in great lungfuls of water. If death was the only possible ending to this expedition, Voletta wanted it over with as soon as possible.
"Goodbye. I love you." she mouthed as darkness overtook her.
~*~
From the castle window, Dumbledore sighed sadly. Had it been possible, he would have done something sooner, before the squid got to her. But the squid and he had a deal: Witches and wizards would not be endangered unless the squid was endangered by them, and vice versa. Since Professor Trelawney had forgotten to send down the squid's shipment of meat, it was starving, and had every right to eat anything it wanted. An idea popped into the wise man's head! He couldn't interfere directly, but if someone else knew.That's it! He'd tell Voletta's friends! But who were they? It seemed she had none, and really, no one would want to go into that lake, even to save their friends life. It seemed that the only choice was to observe.
Peering into a mirror, enchanted to show anything currently happening, Albus was caught by surprise. After Voletta had finally stopped moving, the squid did not yet make a move to eat her. The headmaster realized that it was waiting for her to completely die. Just as it started to bring the limp form to it's mouth, her body shuddered tremendously, as though a great seizure was upon her! Bright, white light shone from her as though her body was merely a translucent container for it, and her back seemed to have three growing lumps underneath of it. It was a beautiful yet grotesque sight. Finally, the shifting things burst through her skin, and blood filled the water, making what were meant to be wings of the purest white red and purple, covered in a slimy, veined membrane which broke as the three wings stretched out; each one at least three times the height of their owner. A bright, silvery light shone from within the lake, as though a spotlight were being shot into the sky from beneath the water.
All through Hogwarts, the buzzing of excited students filled the air, and dozens rushed to the shore to see the spectacle; they pondered the meaning of this uncanny light. Among them was Draco, Galatea, Sidhe, and the 'Dream Team.'
Under the water, Voletta's three wings flapped gracefully, strong beats tearing her away from the squid. Its grip was too strong, and would have ripped her legs off had she not been the creature that she was. Rather, it trembled for a moment before it's tentacle ripped completely off, trailing bits of flesh, and hanging bone. She rose above the water, the arm relaxing and falling off just before she rose from the center of the lake. The crowd gasped in awe as the seraph floated above all of them, iridescent and shimmering. It looked as though she was suspended in the air by strings tied to her wings, held by the fingers of some gargantuan puppet master in the sky.
Her mouth opened, and although no sound was heard, a deep, wise voice trembled the very foundations of the earth.
" The past repeats itself as it should have been. The future is no longer." It said, and as a chameleon's tongue slips promptly into it's owner's mouth, the mesmerizing wings were crumpled and deflated, sucking themselves back into a human form. The entire glow disappeared, and the figure in the sky fell, leaving a pale, naked being floating face down on the grey-blue waters of the lake.
Ooh. Well, this chapter was shorter than usual, but whatever. Whaddaya think? As always, lemme know, I'm starving for reviews! Oh, and I think the words were kinda corny, but hey, ya know, it gets the message across. Love y'all!