A/N: k I guess that I will never get rid of the cat (it happens to be
sitting on the desk in front of me so instead of trying to shoo it away I
will take it as a good sign. Maybe it doesn't want to annoy me. Maybe just
maybe it loves me. PAH. Any way evil guys ahead. I t just so happens that I
am watching Doctor Who right now. And you know what I don't know what
possessed me to write this story. I really hope ya'll like it though, plz
tell me if you do. To the story.
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Part 7: The evil guys.
" Can no one do any thing RIGHT!" Voldemort kicked at the already bloody and beaten man that lay on the floor. He raised a long thin arm above his head and clenched his already white fist tighter around his wand. " Crucio" he mutter and he brought his wand down to the man and a vicious jet of green light shot out of his wand, hitting the man. The man writhed in pain and screamed in agony.
" Don't kill him yet. We still need him." A tall man black clad man walked into the Master Den of the Malfoy Mansion. His black hair and pale skin gave him a vicious aura and a presence that made any one shudder with foreboding. As he came closer the Dark Lord the man stepped over the prone body of the failed Death Eater. With an elegant wave of his hand he motioned for the two men who had followed him in to take away the haggard body of the man on the floor. " You really must learn o control your anger." The Master said stoically. This only made the Dark Lord angrier than he already was.
" Failure is rewarded with death." His snake like face contorted with anger as he spat out the words. " If we did not need him than he would already be so." Voldemort stated matter of factly making the other man's mouth form a frown.
He scoffed " Such brutality is synonymous with your race. I am well aware of your feelings toward failure, and as it happens I share your views toward failure: I just happed to execute judgment in a less brutal and er." He grimaced at the blood that still lay on the floor. "Bloody means."
"You give your self an excuse but in reality," the Master scoffed again at his words. " In reality, if a man dies at the hands of another it will always be brutal. Every thing falls down to one side or the other. Either you die or you kill. I would most prefer to be the one who kills; I think you can agree with me on that. Anyway," he changed his tone to a more high- pitched amused voice. " If you think that shrinking your victims into a wizened husk is a more dignified way to die, that so be it your way but I think that I will stick with mine. Thank you very much."
" Suits me just fine." He chuckled. " But let me defend my ways will you." Voldemort nodded. The master continued. " Not so much as dignified as efficient when one needs to gain influence and power on an unsuspecting planet. I mean you can't have people go and find blood all over the place now can you. I am king and dictator on a thousand planets however I did not come to my great power by asking nicely for it. I can not be bothered by the "dignity", as you tried so nobly to put it, of the ones I call my enemies." Voldemort's face furrowed as he thought about these words.
" No. Before you say it. Don't think me so stupid. Anyway I don't want this planet, but watching its inhabitants die by the hands of chaos would be just as satisfying." Some how these words didn't settle Voldemort any better than the others. " You, of course, I would let live, you and your worthy servants."
" Of course," replied Voldemort.
" It would do me no greater pleasure than to see those muggles die in agony. You don't know how much I hate their kind and that man that defends them. I no longer care about power, I only wish to see him DIE. I have no patience left and I do believe that I would loose resolve when I next see him and just strangle him." He picked up a shot glass and heaved it across the room, glorifying in the high-pitched shatter of the glass.
Voldemort just stared at him. This was the man who just a few moments ago had told him to harness his anger and now here he was pitching shot glasses through the air and smashing them against walls. He was truly an odd sort. Nonetheless, he was his ticket to controlling the Wizarding population. " We will kill your enemy." The Master turned and glared at him.
" No, I must be the one that kills him. He is my enemy. No one else deserves the right to kill him. His betrayal was enough to fuel my hatred toward the universe for centuries." He spoke in a threatening whisper.
As though none of his angry fit had just happened The Master straitened him self up and returned his face to the regal and poised position it had been in when they had first met. All composure returned he walked gracefully to the liquor bar and grabbed a bottle of sherry and another shot glass and filled it, drank its contents in one gulp and filled it again. Only this time he barely drank a sip before he sat it down again. Knowing full and well that this meager amount of alcohol would not affect him in the slightest he picked up the glass and downed its contents also.
He didn't much care for the taste of human alcohol (hehehehe Alcihol: that's for you Vixen.) but it suited him just fine when he wanted just to think. Some how the feel of glyphorone (Time-Lord pleasure hormone.) made his mind freer to think but he couldn't do that when he was plastered though that would sure feel good right now. With that thought in mind he filled his glass and drank its contents.
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A/N hahahahahaha I know I am evil. But I had to leave you all with just that. Any way I have a bit of a surprise. They weren't being watched by anything I lied. No don't kill me I just wanted you to have a bit of a cliffhanger. Now, I am hoping that this chap will be a bit longer than the last. Ah, what will happen to Adric, and Hermione? Well we'll just have to see. Oo, I am evil.
Chap 8: Decisions
30.40.an hour. In the end it took a whole hour and a half for the strain of regret to take its toll on The Doctor. He paced back and forth, around and back around the TARDIS console inadvertently flicking switches and turning dials. Not that it did a whole heck of a lot of good but what ever he could find to do he was willing to do it.
For all the time that they had been here since they had crash-landed none of the controls to the TARDIS had been functional. The lights were out, and though The Doctor was not about to tell his friends this, the life support systems had been shut off. No it didn't matter to the crew if the life support systems faded, not physically anyway.
But mentally for The Doctor this was the most excruciating experience for him. His friend, his life long companion, and savior in several if not all occasions, was fading out of existence, dieing.
To The Doctor this was like one of his own children (had he had any) hurting and him not being able to do anything about it. His precious child was being torn apart and his only instinct was to try to comfort it, but nothing could be done. The Doctor was loosing his mental link with the TARDIS and it killed him.
The threat to his TARDIS was only half of the Doctor's worry. He had yelled at Adric for something that had not been his fault, and had made him run out of the TARDIS in haste. Nothing he could have done could have caused such extensive damage.
Even in the TARDIS's old and battered state it was still not enough for her to just crash like that. Yes, he had defiantly been too harsh on Adric. He had ran, and now if he was correct about were they were then if he was still alive than he was in terrible danger.
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Hogwart's castle:
They had gotten to the castle with out a word. The silence was deafening for Adric and more than once the thought had gone threw his head that these people were a little strange for humans. They were strange but they were nice. That was a good thing.
They had taken Hermione to the hospital wing and that was were Adric truly thought they were going to stop but they had other plans. When they left the room he was escorted through a hallway. Adric walked ahead of the potions master, his unsteady steps only slightly giving away his breaking calm. Almost running into Poppy, when she abruptly stopped in front of a stone goblin. "Sugar snaps," she whispered and to Adric's surprise the goblin moved from its spot walked a couple of feet then planted its self back down. "Come along, dear."
They walked up the staircase that Adric could swear moved on its own. Before long they were in front of a very old door. Poppy knocked on it and a low but strong voice emitted from behind the ancient doorframe. "Come in," Poppy steadily opened the door and walked almost nervously into the room.
Adric was amazed at all of the gadgets and trinkets in the room. His vision, though truly amazed by all the things in the room, finally settled on the form of an middle aged woman sitting at a desk, and it seemed that his vision was set on Adric intently. "Do not be worried, dear boy, no harm shall come to pass on you," Her smile widened and this made Adric feel a little more easy. " We only wish to know how and why you came to be here. After all, this castle is protected against muggles getting in, and I am almost certain that you are not one of my students." she dropped her smile a bit and Adric became uneasy again. " Which leads to the hypothesis that you are either a student from else were or you are a muggle. Well are you either, if so, tell me which."
Adric was now frowning in confusion. " Excuse my ignorance but what is a muggle, ma'am."
" Well that explains that," Snape growled, " now lets just throw him out and get to bed."
" Severus," said the woman. Adric became aware once more of the ominous presence of the potions master and cringed towards Poppy. " We all appreciate the fact that you need your beauty sleep."
" Heavens know he needs it." Interrupted Poppy. Snape scowled at her.
" But I must ask you to stay awake for just a little longer. Tomorrow is a weekend and you can sleep in.," the woman continued seeming to not have noticed Poppy. Snape groaned. " or you lock him in a room and talk to him in the morning." Snape seemed to like this idea better because he nodded his head almost enthusiastically, but shook it when a thought occurred to him.
As if reading Snape's mind he continued, "I do believe Severus that there are a few rooms available in the Gryfindor tower, but I do think that you will have to show him your self for you know Arabella's sleeping habits. You couldn't wake her up with a wild dragon shooting flames at her." Both Poppy and Minerva laughed at this. Snape smiled and left it at that.
" Should I have things brought up to him?" Snape questioned.
Minerva thought about this for a moment this said. " I do believe that would be a good idea. On your way to the tower you can inform the house elves to do so." she motioned for them to leave. "I to feel tired. Good night Severus, good night Poppy."
" Good night, Headmistress." Both Poppy and Snape chorused.
Adric was certainly relieved that the woman was gentle natured, or as far as he knew about her. Adric had learned long ago not to judge a person on the first conversation that you had with them. They often proved to be devious. But, this woman seemed genuine. He could have sworn that he had seen the woman's eyes twinkle. She must be a good person reasoned Adric.
He got up from his seat and headed for the door. He was almost to it when he stopped turned and nodded toward the headmistress politely. Turning back, he headed down the stairs and followed the potions master.
A/N: I have decided that I don't have a beta reader anymore because she wont read my fiction. I don't know y she asked me to be my beta reader anyway it not like she watches Doctor Who. I love Doctor Who I think that it's the best series in the world.
Part 7: The evil guys.
" Can no one do any thing RIGHT!" Voldemort kicked at the already bloody and beaten man that lay on the floor. He raised a long thin arm above his head and clenched his already white fist tighter around his wand. " Crucio" he mutter and he brought his wand down to the man and a vicious jet of green light shot out of his wand, hitting the man. The man writhed in pain and screamed in agony.
" Don't kill him yet. We still need him." A tall man black clad man walked into the Master Den of the Malfoy Mansion. His black hair and pale skin gave him a vicious aura and a presence that made any one shudder with foreboding. As he came closer the Dark Lord the man stepped over the prone body of the failed Death Eater. With an elegant wave of his hand he motioned for the two men who had followed him in to take away the haggard body of the man on the floor. " You really must learn o control your anger." The Master said stoically. This only made the Dark Lord angrier than he already was.
" Failure is rewarded with death." His snake like face contorted with anger as he spat out the words. " If we did not need him than he would already be so." Voldemort stated matter of factly making the other man's mouth form a frown.
He scoffed " Such brutality is synonymous with your race. I am well aware of your feelings toward failure, and as it happens I share your views toward failure: I just happed to execute judgment in a less brutal and er." He grimaced at the blood that still lay on the floor. "Bloody means."
"You give your self an excuse but in reality," the Master scoffed again at his words. " In reality, if a man dies at the hands of another it will always be brutal. Every thing falls down to one side or the other. Either you die or you kill. I would most prefer to be the one who kills; I think you can agree with me on that. Anyway," he changed his tone to a more high- pitched amused voice. " If you think that shrinking your victims into a wizened husk is a more dignified way to die, that so be it your way but I think that I will stick with mine. Thank you very much."
" Suits me just fine." He chuckled. " But let me defend my ways will you." Voldemort nodded. The master continued. " Not so much as dignified as efficient when one needs to gain influence and power on an unsuspecting planet. I mean you can't have people go and find blood all over the place now can you. I am king and dictator on a thousand planets however I did not come to my great power by asking nicely for it. I can not be bothered by the "dignity", as you tried so nobly to put it, of the ones I call my enemies." Voldemort's face furrowed as he thought about these words.
" No. Before you say it. Don't think me so stupid. Anyway I don't want this planet, but watching its inhabitants die by the hands of chaos would be just as satisfying." Some how these words didn't settle Voldemort any better than the others. " You, of course, I would let live, you and your worthy servants."
" Of course," replied Voldemort.
" It would do me no greater pleasure than to see those muggles die in agony. You don't know how much I hate their kind and that man that defends them. I no longer care about power, I only wish to see him DIE. I have no patience left and I do believe that I would loose resolve when I next see him and just strangle him." He picked up a shot glass and heaved it across the room, glorifying in the high-pitched shatter of the glass.
Voldemort just stared at him. This was the man who just a few moments ago had told him to harness his anger and now here he was pitching shot glasses through the air and smashing them against walls. He was truly an odd sort. Nonetheless, he was his ticket to controlling the Wizarding population. " We will kill your enemy." The Master turned and glared at him.
" No, I must be the one that kills him. He is my enemy. No one else deserves the right to kill him. His betrayal was enough to fuel my hatred toward the universe for centuries." He spoke in a threatening whisper.
As though none of his angry fit had just happened The Master straitened him self up and returned his face to the regal and poised position it had been in when they had first met. All composure returned he walked gracefully to the liquor bar and grabbed a bottle of sherry and another shot glass and filled it, drank its contents in one gulp and filled it again. Only this time he barely drank a sip before he sat it down again. Knowing full and well that this meager amount of alcohol would not affect him in the slightest he picked up the glass and downed its contents also.
He didn't much care for the taste of human alcohol (hehehehe Alcihol: that's for you Vixen.) but it suited him just fine when he wanted just to think. Some how the feel of glyphorone (Time-Lord pleasure hormone.) made his mind freer to think but he couldn't do that when he was plastered though that would sure feel good right now. With that thought in mind he filled his glass and drank its contents.
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A/N hahahahahaha I know I am evil. But I had to leave you all with just that. Any way I have a bit of a surprise. They weren't being watched by anything I lied. No don't kill me I just wanted you to have a bit of a cliffhanger. Now, I am hoping that this chap will be a bit longer than the last. Ah, what will happen to Adric, and Hermione? Well we'll just have to see. Oo, I am evil.
Chap 8: Decisions
30.40.an hour. In the end it took a whole hour and a half for the strain of regret to take its toll on The Doctor. He paced back and forth, around and back around the TARDIS console inadvertently flicking switches and turning dials. Not that it did a whole heck of a lot of good but what ever he could find to do he was willing to do it.
For all the time that they had been here since they had crash-landed none of the controls to the TARDIS had been functional. The lights were out, and though The Doctor was not about to tell his friends this, the life support systems had been shut off. No it didn't matter to the crew if the life support systems faded, not physically anyway.
But mentally for The Doctor this was the most excruciating experience for him. His friend, his life long companion, and savior in several if not all occasions, was fading out of existence, dieing.
To The Doctor this was like one of his own children (had he had any) hurting and him not being able to do anything about it. His precious child was being torn apart and his only instinct was to try to comfort it, but nothing could be done. The Doctor was loosing his mental link with the TARDIS and it killed him.
The threat to his TARDIS was only half of the Doctor's worry. He had yelled at Adric for something that had not been his fault, and had made him run out of the TARDIS in haste. Nothing he could have done could have caused such extensive damage.
Even in the TARDIS's old and battered state it was still not enough for her to just crash like that. Yes, he had defiantly been too harsh on Adric. He had ran, and now if he was correct about were they were then if he was still alive than he was in terrible danger.
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Hogwart's castle:
They had gotten to the castle with out a word. The silence was deafening for Adric and more than once the thought had gone threw his head that these people were a little strange for humans. They were strange but they were nice. That was a good thing.
They had taken Hermione to the hospital wing and that was were Adric truly thought they were going to stop but they had other plans. When they left the room he was escorted through a hallway. Adric walked ahead of the potions master, his unsteady steps only slightly giving away his breaking calm. Almost running into Poppy, when she abruptly stopped in front of a stone goblin. "Sugar snaps," she whispered and to Adric's surprise the goblin moved from its spot walked a couple of feet then planted its self back down. "Come along, dear."
They walked up the staircase that Adric could swear moved on its own. Before long they were in front of a very old door. Poppy knocked on it and a low but strong voice emitted from behind the ancient doorframe. "Come in," Poppy steadily opened the door and walked almost nervously into the room.
Adric was amazed at all of the gadgets and trinkets in the room. His vision, though truly amazed by all the things in the room, finally settled on the form of an middle aged woman sitting at a desk, and it seemed that his vision was set on Adric intently. "Do not be worried, dear boy, no harm shall come to pass on you," Her smile widened and this made Adric feel a little more easy. " We only wish to know how and why you came to be here. After all, this castle is protected against muggles getting in, and I am almost certain that you are not one of my students." she dropped her smile a bit and Adric became uneasy again. " Which leads to the hypothesis that you are either a student from else were or you are a muggle. Well are you either, if so, tell me which."
Adric was now frowning in confusion. " Excuse my ignorance but what is a muggle, ma'am."
" Well that explains that," Snape growled, " now lets just throw him out and get to bed."
" Severus," said the woman. Adric became aware once more of the ominous presence of the potions master and cringed towards Poppy. " We all appreciate the fact that you need your beauty sleep."
" Heavens know he needs it." Interrupted Poppy. Snape scowled at her.
" But I must ask you to stay awake for just a little longer. Tomorrow is a weekend and you can sleep in.," the woman continued seeming to not have noticed Poppy. Snape groaned. " or you lock him in a room and talk to him in the morning." Snape seemed to like this idea better because he nodded his head almost enthusiastically, but shook it when a thought occurred to him.
As if reading Snape's mind he continued, "I do believe Severus that there are a few rooms available in the Gryfindor tower, but I do think that you will have to show him your self for you know Arabella's sleeping habits. You couldn't wake her up with a wild dragon shooting flames at her." Both Poppy and Minerva laughed at this. Snape smiled and left it at that.
" Should I have things brought up to him?" Snape questioned.
Minerva thought about this for a moment this said. " I do believe that would be a good idea. On your way to the tower you can inform the house elves to do so." she motioned for them to leave. "I to feel tired. Good night Severus, good night Poppy."
" Good night, Headmistress." Both Poppy and Snape chorused.
Adric was certainly relieved that the woman was gentle natured, or as far as he knew about her. Adric had learned long ago not to judge a person on the first conversation that you had with them. They often proved to be devious. But, this woman seemed genuine. He could have sworn that he had seen the woman's eyes twinkle. She must be a good person reasoned Adric.
He got up from his seat and headed for the door. He was almost to it when he stopped turned and nodded toward the headmistress politely. Turning back, he headed down the stairs and followed the potions master.
A/N: I have decided that I don't have a beta reader anymore because she wont read my fiction. I don't know y she asked me to be my beta reader anyway it not like she watches Doctor Who. I love Doctor Who I think that it's the best series in the world.