The Darker Phoenix
Chapter Nine
It wasn't just dark on Halloween night. The danger was eerily real as the students, dressed up as an assortment of creatures, paraded into the Great Hall. Harry had swept to the Gryffindor table with his shoulder length hair tied into a ponytail. His glasses had been left on his bedside table, and his eyes were a burgundy wine colour. The rest of him stayed in a velvet looking black suit that hugged his physique wonderfully. A cape torrented down his back in waves of satin looking material. A long silver blade hung idly at his side. He had almost laughed at the irony when he bought the sword from the salesman in Diagon Alley. Silver? For a vampire? How... nice. A vampire was all he could think of being. He didn't want to overdo the looks and then end up rising more suspicion than needed. He had arrived, as promised, single and solitary - quite a befitting vampire. Genesis had not come yet, he noted as he scanned the Gryffindor tables. He seated himself at the far side, closest to the great doors that opened into the Great Hall. It seemed that the entire population of Hogwarts was assembled in the Great Hall with her exception. Dumbeldore had risen in his seat to welcome everyone to the ball and invite them to the food. Harry became more and more concerned as the minutes ticked away.
Then, quite suddenly, the atmosphere in the Great Hall changed into one of silence. It seemed like a blackout as the lights dimmed into nothingness. From someone far, perhaps on the staircase, came a white light. It took a while to register that someone was descending the great staircase and approached the Great Hall. When it finally dawned, Dumbledore, accompanied by the teachers, rose with wands ready, all pointed towards the entrance. To their horror, a figure from the present students rose and walked towards the doors. As the light grew more luminous, the outline of a figure came into view. It was pure white, a figure of a girl. Her hair had flew out in all directions, and hung suspended in mid air. Her entire body was wrapped in a white, flowing material. Her skin was ivory, her eyes an indescribable colour. The student that had risen earlier, walked up to meet the girl at the entrance. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down from her suspended place in the air. In the pitch dark, it was impossible to make out the features that were so highlighted that it was blinding to look at. The dark figure was even more obscure, only seen when it was contrasted against the brilliant white. As soon as her feet touched the ground, an explosion was heard, and the lights blazed again in the Great Hall, and the glowing figure dimmed into a normal girl. The students and professors alike stayed in shock, as Harry Potter, with an arm encircled around her waist lowered his lips onto hers.
When they broke apart, some time later, the entire student body was still staring. Dumbeldore's goblet had been knocked over, unnoticed by anyone. There was only the two students. The girl - Genesis, naturally, was standing there, head just at Harry's eye level. She was not in white, no... quite the contrary, in black. The lips, the eyes, the sharp features, the hair, the figure, all quite breathtaking. Harry took her hand and guided her to a seat at the Gryffindor table.
Slowly, the students went back to their food... the excitement had quite been used up for the night. When dancing came to order, the students had livened up quite a bit. Hermione and Ron were still both sitting scrunched in their seats. Evil oozed from every pore in Hermione, as she glared hatefully at Genesis and Harry. She longed to go up to them and hack them to pieces. There was only one way to retaliate... Only one way. Hermione jerked Ron out of his reverie, and the two of them headed back to Gryffindor Tower unnoticed.
Harry and Genesis sat there, not moving, lost in each others eyes. After a while, she slipped from her place on the bench and into his arms, slumped in a sleep. Harry circled his arms around her and carried her into the castle gardens. He slipped from path to path, aware of the fact that Hermione and Ron had exited and were on the loose at the moment. His sixth sense alerted him whenever anything peculiar was going to happen. It hadn't taken long for Hermione and Ron became deeply rooted in the "peculiar" section. Harry's senses now told him that they were in Hermione's dorm trying to search Genesis' possession. Harry made a mental note to curse them when he got to his destination.
Five minutes of whipping around sharp corners, Harry landed himself in a soft, alcove beneath an ancient statue. It was quite hidden, Harry had realized that no one could actually see the statue. The reason - he really didn't know. Setting Genesis down on the ground beside him, Harry gathered up his energy and concentrated on freezing both Hermione and Ron into a quantum. In a glow of intense brightness, the seventh year dorm blazed and two shadows were thrown into the night air. Harry watched them fly across the sky and into space. When they had become too distant to make out, Harry turned back to the sleeping figure beside him.
It seemed phenomenal, that he, Harry Potter, had won the heart of the next Eve. He sat for a while, just staring into her eyes. She seemed immaculate... in a different degree.
The full moon reached its light through all the crevices of Hogwarts, and its grounds, soon everything else dimmed, and all were at bed.
It wasn't just dark on Halloween night. The danger was eerily real as the students, dressed up as an assortment of creatures, paraded into the Great Hall. Harry had swept to the Gryffindor table with his shoulder length hair tied into a ponytail. His glasses had been left on his bedside table, and his eyes were a burgundy wine colour. The rest of him stayed in a velvet looking black suit that hugged his physique wonderfully. A cape torrented down his back in waves of satin looking material. A long silver blade hung idly at his side. He had almost laughed at the irony when he bought the sword from the salesman in Diagon Alley. Silver? For a vampire? How... nice. A vampire was all he could think of being. He didn't want to overdo the looks and then end up rising more suspicion than needed. He had arrived, as promised, single and solitary - quite a befitting vampire. Genesis had not come yet, he noted as he scanned the Gryffindor tables. He seated himself at the far side, closest to the great doors that opened into the Great Hall. It seemed that the entire population of Hogwarts was assembled in the Great Hall with her exception. Dumbeldore had risen in his seat to welcome everyone to the ball and invite them to the food. Harry became more and more concerned as the minutes ticked away.
Then, quite suddenly, the atmosphere in the Great Hall changed into one of silence. It seemed like a blackout as the lights dimmed into nothingness. From someone far, perhaps on the staircase, came a white light. It took a while to register that someone was descending the great staircase and approached the Great Hall. When it finally dawned, Dumbledore, accompanied by the teachers, rose with wands ready, all pointed towards the entrance. To their horror, a figure from the present students rose and walked towards the doors. As the light grew more luminous, the outline of a figure came into view. It was pure white, a figure of a girl. Her hair had flew out in all directions, and hung suspended in mid air. Her entire body was wrapped in a white, flowing material. Her skin was ivory, her eyes an indescribable colour. The student that had risen earlier, walked up to meet the girl at the entrance. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down from her suspended place in the air. In the pitch dark, it was impossible to make out the features that were so highlighted that it was blinding to look at. The dark figure was even more obscure, only seen when it was contrasted against the brilliant white. As soon as her feet touched the ground, an explosion was heard, and the lights blazed again in the Great Hall, and the glowing figure dimmed into a normal girl. The students and professors alike stayed in shock, as Harry Potter, with an arm encircled around her waist lowered his lips onto hers.
When they broke apart, some time later, the entire student body was still staring. Dumbeldore's goblet had been knocked over, unnoticed by anyone. There was only the two students. The girl - Genesis, naturally, was standing there, head just at Harry's eye level. She was not in white, no... quite the contrary, in black. The lips, the eyes, the sharp features, the hair, the figure, all quite breathtaking. Harry took her hand and guided her to a seat at the Gryffindor table.
Slowly, the students went back to their food... the excitement had quite been used up for the night. When dancing came to order, the students had livened up quite a bit. Hermione and Ron were still both sitting scrunched in their seats. Evil oozed from every pore in Hermione, as she glared hatefully at Genesis and Harry. She longed to go up to them and hack them to pieces. There was only one way to retaliate... Only one way. Hermione jerked Ron out of his reverie, and the two of them headed back to Gryffindor Tower unnoticed.
Harry and Genesis sat there, not moving, lost in each others eyes. After a while, she slipped from her place on the bench and into his arms, slumped in a sleep. Harry circled his arms around her and carried her into the castle gardens. He slipped from path to path, aware of the fact that Hermione and Ron had exited and were on the loose at the moment. His sixth sense alerted him whenever anything peculiar was going to happen. It hadn't taken long for Hermione and Ron became deeply rooted in the "peculiar" section. Harry's senses now told him that they were in Hermione's dorm trying to search Genesis' possession. Harry made a mental note to curse them when he got to his destination.
Five minutes of whipping around sharp corners, Harry landed himself in a soft, alcove beneath an ancient statue. It was quite hidden, Harry had realized that no one could actually see the statue. The reason - he really didn't know. Setting Genesis down on the ground beside him, Harry gathered up his energy and concentrated on freezing both Hermione and Ron into a quantum. In a glow of intense brightness, the seventh year dorm blazed and two shadows were thrown into the night air. Harry watched them fly across the sky and into space. When they had become too distant to make out, Harry turned back to the sleeping figure beside him.
It seemed phenomenal, that he, Harry Potter, had won the heart of the next Eve. He sat for a while, just staring into her eyes. She seemed immaculate... in a different degree.
The full moon reached its light through all the crevices of Hogwarts, and its grounds, soon everything else dimmed, and all were at bed.