Authors note: alright, guys here is chapter 15. I must first apologize
about the long wait I had experimental tests to do. Sorry! Anyway I hope
that you like this chapter, it's an important one too. My regards to, Aspy
my reviewer. She is writing my story in Spanish. I can't thank her enough
for it. And of course I cannot thank my other reviewers enough for their
wonderful remarks. I loved them all very much. Thank You! Thank You!
Chapter 15
Sanastria Remoor ran through the deep forest. Her legs were aching terribly from the long distance. Her mind wasn't registering anything. Everything was a complete haze. What is she to do?
She had been at the Dark lords' palace. She was not able to see anything through the rubble. All was dark. No torch lit the hallway. She knew that something, terrible must have went wrong.
Sanastria dashed towards the dark lords' chamber. What she found there made her eyes bulge out of their sockets. It can't be true, she told herself.
All the death eaters were sprawled onto the floor unconscience, but the Dark lord was no where to be seen. What had happened in here? She asked herself.
Sanastria lifted her sleeve past her elbow, and gazed at the dark mark. Its color was fading. It didn't make any sense.
Was it possible that her master had left? Died even? Impossible. Right? Her mouth felt so dry. Many questions ran through her head. What would happen of her? If truly her master had died, where is she to go?
No she will wait. She would wait until her Master, her family, came back. He just couldn't have left? She waited too long to be freed from the dungeons.
The dungeons, which held her for the past thirteen years. The stench of that place still filled her nostrils, clouding her mind with thoughts of hate and jealousy. She had to stay with all the foul creatures. Werewolves, vampires, trolls. It wasn't fair. She was a human being. but in their eyes, the magical community, she was considered as a threat to the magical world because of her powers.
The powers which allowed her to manipulate thoughts. Even control them at one point. They feared her, so they locked her up, but not for long for her master had come to her aid and got her out. He helped her. Gave her a new start. She owed him her life. He was her true family. He will come back.he will.
Sanastria backed towards the filthy walls, and slid down to the bottom. Waiting.
It seemed to take forever, until she heard footsteps. It wasn't like her master though. The dark lord never made a sound. He always seemed as though he was gliding on the floor.
She crawled on the ground quietly toward a dark corner, and there she lifted her knees to her chest. She could not be seen by anyone.
Out of the door came a young looking wizard, wearing a very dark green cloak. He had a look of complete awe on his anxious face, but it disappeared once he saw the forms of the Death Eaters.
"Sir, come in here. Quickly!" he yelled running to check if there where any survivors.
Four other people came in, one of them was carrying a muggle camera, and taking shots of everything in sight.
"So it's true," said an old looking man, a look of amazement on his aging face.
The other four looked back at him until the young man said, " you mean You- Know-Who is gone?"
The man looked back at him and nodded slowly.
Sanastria looked raptly at them. She wasn't breathing. She forced herself to concentrate.
The elderly man pulled from one of his pockets a folded parchment, and unfolded it slowly. "That's what it says." He skimmed the letter quickly muttering beneath his breath until he said, "ahh here it is! The Dark Lord, Voldemort, has indeed left us forever tonight. Mr. Harry Potter is the man who did it. If you please meet me at Hogwarts school of Whitchcraft, and Wizardry. If possible I beg of you to bring along the Minister of magic for this involves him-Truly yours Albus Dumbledore."
They were all silent after the man read a part of the letter. Until the anxious young fellow said, "So The-Boy-Who-Lived did it again. Remarkable! This will be on the front pages of the newspapers."
"Indeed it will. Mr. Forth please get the Aurors to come and capture these miserable excuses for wizards." The man in charge said addressing another guy to his right. The man nodded and left out the door.
This is all Harry Potters fault. She was going to make sure he paid for it. Very Very deeply. Oh yes she will.
She forgot about the other three people around her until one of them came, and touched her arm. Startled she jumped backwards.
"Are you alright, miss?" the young man asked gently. Sanastria didn't answer. She had taught herself long ago never to trust anyone of these people. She stood up slowly. They were coming towards her from all the sides. She didn't like it, she felt trapped.
Like a wild animal she ran as fast as her trembling legs could go. Sanastria heard them running behind her, so she picked up the pace. She dashed outside, and into the forest zigzagging all the way to lose them. And finally she reached a cave.
Carefully she walked inside it. It was very dark and moist, but she didn't care at the moment. All she wanted was revenge. Sweet revenge. She was going to get it no matter how long it took her. Harry Potter is going to pay for what he did.
Albus Dumbledore walked through the brightly-lit hallway of the muggle hospital. He was heading to the doctors' office to sign some papers.
He got to the wooden door, and drew up his hand to knock on it, but what he heard from inside made him stop.
"Yes, hello. yes, I am doctor Wallaby. If you please could you get some very important about a patient of mine. yes, please. his name is Harry Potter. from almost two nights." the doctor was saying slowly, and trying to keep his voice as low as he can.
At this moment Dumbledore decided to make his appearance. He couldn't endanger Harry anymore. He fetched his wand from his deep pocket, opened the door and entered.
The doctor was startled, and dropped the speaker to the floor. "My dear sir, you frightened m." Doctor Wallaby was saying but stopped once he saw the old man stretch out his wand.
The headmaster of Hogwarts did a levitating charm on the phone, which slowly glided back to its position, putting an end to the voice on the other side of it saying "helloooo; Helloooo."
The man stared wide-eyed at the phone, and slowly started edging away till he tripped over and fell into his chair.
"I'm very sorry, but I couldn't let you do that," Albus said cheerfully. Maybe a little too cheerfully, for the man looked at him as if he had completely lost his mind.
"Obliviate," Dumbledore mumbled under his breath. He then did another charm, giving the momentarily ignorant man his priorities. To continue his work normally; to carry on with his life very normally; and to forget about calling the police about his current patient, Harry Potter.
"Much better," Dumbledore pointed out at his work. He couldn't figure out why he hadn't done that earlier. It would have saved them lots of trouble. Must have been the commotion, he decided.
The Doctor in the meantime blinked a couple of times, and then addressed the elderly man facing him.
"How may I help you, sir?" he asked innocently in a doctor-like fashion.
"Ahh, doctor, I came here for signing the papers about young Harry Potter. The patient who came here almost two days ago," Dumbledore said good- heartily.
"Harry Potter." the doctor said, fishing out a file from his desk, and flipping through it. "Yes, yes. poor lad. Is he a close member of yours?" the doctor asked as he handed the papers to Dumbledore.
Albus was slightly surprised by that question, he hadn't even considered it, the words just came out of his mouth almost naturally, "Harry is my grand-son."
"Oh," the man behind the desk said a look of pity on his face. "Well we will be doing our best to get him up on his feet again," the doctor said flashing Dumbledore a sympathetic smile.
"Yes, I am sure you will, doctor. Now if you'll excuse me I should be leaving. Important business to be taken care of. Good-bye, doctor." Dumbledore said handing back the paper and the pen with it.
The man smiled as Dumbledore left out the room. He wondered what kind of business a man of that age could do. Sighing he shrugged, and went back to his business. Somehow he felt as if there was an empty space in the back of his head. He shrugged again, sat on his chair picked up his pen, and continued his work silently.
Dumbledore walked again behind the wall across the Hospital Street. He wondered if the ministry had got his letter yet. Everything that happened just seemed to rush back into his head. Mostly Harry's torn form, shaking like a leaf from fear and exhaustion. The way that young boy looked at them. Dumbledore shuddered, and apparated away. Thoughts of Harry, the young happy boy, that should be at Hogwarts right now with his two best friends.
Authors note: Review please. I'm not going to beg. If you like this chapter you know what to do. And again thank you all very very much!
Chapter 15
Sanastria Remoor ran through the deep forest. Her legs were aching terribly from the long distance. Her mind wasn't registering anything. Everything was a complete haze. What is she to do?
She had been at the Dark lords' palace. She was not able to see anything through the rubble. All was dark. No torch lit the hallway. She knew that something, terrible must have went wrong.
Sanastria dashed towards the dark lords' chamber. What she found there made her eyes bulge out of their sockets. It can't be true, she told herself.
All the death eaters were sprawled onto the floor unconscience, but the Dark lord was no where to be seen. What had happened in here? She asked herself.
Sanastria lifted her sleeve past her elbow, and gazed at the dark mark. Its color was fading. It didn't make any sense.
Was it possible that her master had left? Died even? Impossible. Right? Her mouth felt so dry. Many questions ran through her head. What would happen of her? If truly her master had died, where is she to go?
No she will wait. She would wait until her Master, her family, came back. He just couldn't have left? She waited too long to be freed from the dungeons.
The dungeons, which held her for the past thirteen years. The stench of that place still filled her nostrils, clouding her mind with thoughts of hate and jealousy. She had to stay with all the foul creatures. Werewolves, vampires, trolls. It wasn't fair. She was a human being. but in their eyes, the magical community, she was considered as a threat to the magical world because of her powers.
The powers which allowed her to manipulate thoughts. Even control them at one point. They feared her, so they locked her up, but not for long for her master had come to her aid and got her out. He helped her. Gave her a new start. She owed him her life. He was her true family. He will come back.he will.
Sanastria backed towards the filthy walls, and slid down to the bottom. Waiting.
It seemed to take forever, until she heard footsteps. It wasn't like her master though. The dark lord never made a sound. He always seemed as though he was gliding on the floor.
She crawled on the ground quietly toward a dark corner, and there she lifted her knees to her chest. She could not be seen by anyone.
Out of the door came a young looking wizard, wearing a very dark green cloak. He had a look of complete awe on his anxious face, but it disappeared once he saw the forms of the Death Eaters.
"Sir, come in here. Quickly!" he yelled running to check if there where any survivors.
Four other people came in, one of them was carrying a muggle camera, and taking shots of everything in sight.
"So it's true," said an old looking man, a look of amazement on his aging face.
The other four looked back at him until the young man said, " you mean You- Know-Who is gone?"
The man looked back at him and nodded slowly.
Sanastria looked raptly at them. She wasn't breathing. She forced herself to concentrate.
The elderly man pulled from one of his pockets a folded parchment, and unfolded it slowly. "That's what it says." He skimmed the letter quickly muttering beneath his breath until he said, "ahh here it is! The Dark Lord, Voldemort, has indeed left us forever tonight. Mr. Harry Potter is the man who did it. If you please meet me at Hogwarts school of Whitchcraft, and Wizardry. If possible I beg of you to bring along the Minister of magic for this involves him-Truly yours Albus Dumbledore."
They were all silent after the man read a part of the letter. Until the anxious young fellow said, "So The-Boy-Who-Lived did it again. Remarkable! This will be on the front pages of the newspapers."
"Indeed it will. Mr. Forth please get the Aurors to come and capture these miserable excuses for wizards." The man in charge said addressing another guy to his right. The man nodded and left out the door.
This is all Harry Potters fault. She was going to make sure he paid for it. Very Very deeply. Oh yes she will.
She forgot about the other three people around her until one of them came, and touched her arm. Startled she jumped backwards.
"Are you alright, miss?" the young man asked gently. Sanastria didn't answer. She had taught herself long ago never to trust anyone of these people. She stood up slowly. They were coming towards her from all the sides. She didn't like it, she felt trapped.
Like a wild animal she ran as fast as her trembling legs could go. Sanastria heard them running behind her, so she picked up the pace. She dashed outside, and into the forest zigzagging all the way to lose them. And finally she reached a cave.
Carefully she walked inside it. It was very dark and moist, but she didn't care at the moment. All she wanted was revenge. Sweet revenge. She was going to get it no matter how long it took her. Harry Potter is going to pay for what he did.
Albus Dumbledore walked through the brightly-lit hallway of the muggle hospital. He was heading to the doctors' office to sign some papers.
He got to the wooden door, and drew up his hand to knock on it, but what he heard from inside made him stop.
"Yes, hello. yes, I am doctor Wallaby. If you please could you get some very important about a patient of mine. yes, please. his name is Harry Potter. from almost two nights." the doctor was saying slowly, and trying to keep his voice as low as he can.
At this moment Dumbledore decided to make his appearance. He couldn't endanger Harry anymore. He fetched his wand from his deep pocket, opened the door and entered.
The doctor was startled, and dropped the speaker to the floor. "My dear sir, you frightened m." Doctor Wallaby was saying but stopped once he saw the old man stretch out his wand.
The headmaster of Hogwarts did a levitating charm on the phone, which slowly glided back to its position, putting an end to the voice on the other side of it saying "helloooo; Helloooo."
The man stared wide-eyed at the phone, and slowly started edging away till he tripped over and fell into his chair.
"I'm very sorry, but I couldn't let you do that," Albus said cheerfully. Maybe a little too cheerfully, for the man looked at him as if he had completely lost his mind.
"Obliviate," Dumbledore mumbled under his breath. He then did another charm, giving the momentarily ignorant man his priorities. To continue his work normally; to carry on with his life very normally; and to forget about calling the police about his current patient, Harry Potter.
"Much better," Dumbledore pointed out at his work. He couldn't figure out why he hadn't done that earlier. It would have saved them lots of trouble. Must have been the commotion, he decided.
The Doctor in the meantime blinked a couple of times, and then addressed the elderly man facing him.
"How may I help you, sir?" he asked innocently in a doctor-like fashion.
"Ahh, doctor, I came here for signing the papers about young Harry Potter. The patient who came here almost two days ago," Dumbledore said good- heartily.
"Harry Potter." the doctor said, fishing out a file from his desk, and flipping through it. "Yes, yes. poor lad. Is he a close member of yours?" the doctor asked as he handed the papers to Dumbledore.
Albus was slightly surprised by that question, he hadn't even considered it, the words just came out of his mouth almost naturally, "Harry is my grand-son."
"Oh," the man behind the desk said a look of pity on his face. "Well we will be doing our best to get him up on his feet again," the doctor said flashing Dumbledore a sympathetic smile.
"Yes, I am sure you will, doctor. Now if you'll excuse me I should be leaving. Important business to be taken care of. Good-bye, doctor." Dumbledore said handing back the paper and the pen with it.
The man smiled as Dumbledore left out the room. He wondered what kind of business a man of that age could do. Sighing he shrugged, and went back to his business. Somehow he felt as if there was an empty space in the back of his head. He shrugged again, sat on his chair picked up his pen, and continued his work silently.
Dumbledore walked again behind the wall across the Hospital Street. He wondered if the ministry had got his letter yet. Everything that happened just seemed to rush back into his head. Mostly Harry's torn form, shaking like a leaf from fear and exhaustion. The way that young boy looked at them. Dumbledore shuddered, and apparated away. Thoughts of Harry, the young happy boy, that should be at Hogwarts right now with his two best friends.
Authors note: Review please. I'm not going to beg. If you like this chapter you know what to do. And again thank you all very very much!