Mellow yellow, well hi, one review, fair enough, better'n none, and I
didn't leave it very long, anyway, I really will get to the Vamp bit soon.
Hope you enjoy it
The darkness was the same the air was thick and heavy.
The fear was the same, a metallic taste in the back of his mouth.
"Avada Kedavra!"
He saw the body of Cedric at his side, mouth open fixed in an expression of terror forever. He saw the pale sickening body, cruel, long fingers. His eyes were like slits in a knight's visor, titled and blood red. Blood, his blood.
Voldemorts long black tongue flicked slowly out, tasting the oppressive air of the graveyard.
"I am again Lord Voldemort" He said, triumphant and smiling. Harry wanted to retch, the wrongness of that paper pale body made his breath stop.
"And now you Harry Potter"
Voldemort turned his blood eyes to Harry. Long white fingers touched his face, his skin screamed.
The cruel black wand rose, clutched in its owners grasp, the wand like his own.
He heard the excited shouts of the Death Eaters from far away, baying for blood, his blood. Harry felt a chill run down his spine.
The wand fell, light green as poison burnt the back of his eyes.
Harry started
And woke up.
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Harry lay in bed, the yellowish-green of his alarm clock flung strange shadows across the tiny box room.
Harry jaw was clenched so tightly that it was sending lightning bolts of pain across his forehead. With a little difficulty he relaxed and untensed muscles he didn't realize he had tensed. Slowly he stumbled out of the bed, untangling the sheets wrapped around him as he wandered aimlessly to the window, flinging it wide open he felt a bite of cool air that brushed the cobwebs from his mind. He sighed and breathed deeply, listening to the city noises as he gazed out at the tapestry of buildings and lights that made up the muggle world. For the once in a very long time he felt a stab of envy towards muggles, oblivious of a whole other world going right in front of them. Oblivious that the Dark Lord had risen, had become powerful, had started to kill again. Sinking his head into his hands he unwillingly remembered the dream, there had been many of them. In each one the events were not always the same, but in each one he had failed to save Cedric, yet again. Harry ran his had through his hair, Cedric's face was always the same, always perfect, those features were etched into his memory, just like Voldemorts.
And many more would be seeing Voldemorts features, because of him. "Stupid." Harry thought "Stupid, why didn't I just let Cedric take it." But his heart wasn't in it. "Hundreds more will die, cos of me." He said thickly, a lump in his throat. Harry felt a rustling of feathers on his shoulder. Firm talons clamped on Harry's shoulder and Headwing softly and reassuringly nipped his ear. Harry smiled weakly. "Your right." He said huskily. "I've got to listen to what Sirius said 'Nothings worse than brooding Harry, shoulda woulda coulda, s'all a waste of time, all that matters is how we deal with it now 'and he should know right? He had thirteen years to brood." Headwing, hooted softly in reply.
Well, I'd like to know what you think, thanks very much for read and please, review or mail me. Thanx
The darkness was the same the air was thick and heavy.
The fear was the same, a metallic taste in the back of his mouth.
"Avada Kedavra!"
He saw the body of Cedric at his side, mouth open fixed in an expression of terror forever. He saw the pale sickening body, cruel, long fingers. His eyes were like slits in a knight's visor, titled and blood red. Blood, his blood.
Voldemorts long black tongue flicked slowly out, tasting the oppressive air of the graveyard.
"I am again Lord Voldemort" He said, triumphant and smiling. Harry wanted to retch, the wrongness of that paper pale body made his breath stop.
"And now you Harry Potter"
Voldemort turned his blood eyes to Harry. Long white fingers touched his face, his skin screamed.
The cruel black wand rose, clutched in its owners grasp, the wand like his own.
He heard the excited shouts of the Death Eaters from far away, baying for blood, his blood. Harry felt a chill run down his spine.
The wand fell, light green as poison burnt the back of his eyes.
Harry started
And woke up.
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Harry lay in bed, the yellowish-green of his alarm clock flung strange shadows across the tiny box room.
Harry jaw was clenched so tightly that it was sending lightning bolts of pain across his forehead. With a little difficulty he relaxed and untensed muscles he didn't realize he had tensed. Slowly he stumbled out of the bed, untangling the sheets wrapped around him as he wandered aimlessly to the window, flinging it wide open he felt a bite of cool air that brushed the cobwebs from his mind. He sighed and breathed deeply, listening to the city noises as he gazed out at the tapestry of buildings and lights that made up the muggle world. For the once in a very long time he felt a stab of envy towards muggles, oblivious of a whole other world going right in front of them. Oblivious that the Dark Lord had risen, had become powerful, had started to kill again. Sinking his head into his hands he unwillingly remembered the dream, there had been many of them. In each one the events were not always the same, but in each one he had failed to save Cedric, yet again. Harry ran his had through his hair, Cedric's face was always the same, always perfect, those features were etched into his memory, just like Voldemorts.
And many more would be seeing Voldemorts features, because of him. "Stupid." Harry thought "Stupid, why didn't I just let Cedric take it." But his heart wasn't in it. "Hundreds more will die, cos of me." He said thickly, a lump in his throat. Harry felt a rustling of feathers on his shoulder. Firm talons clamped on Harry's shoulder and Headwing softly and reassuringly nipped his ear. Harry smiled weakly. "Your right." He said huskily. "I've got to listen to what Sirius said 'Nothings worse than brooding Harry, shoulda woulda coulda, s'all a waste of time, all that matters is how we deal with it now 'and he should know right? He had thirteen years to brood." Headwing, hooted softly in reply.
Well, I'd like to know what you think, thanks very much for read and please, review or mail me. Thanx