Golum 4-Regards
AN: So I'm lazy. And have writer's block. I'd update more often if I actually was reviewed now and then (hint, hint). Even if you tell me to drop dead and take this garbage of FF.net-tell me at least. Just remember to do unto others as you would do unto them. Which means: What comes around goes around, so you'd best not bitch. I mean…
Hehe…
No one could accuse the Golem of not following orders, no matter which one of the council gave them. But except for the ones that came from Godric's mouth, it often changed the order slightly, making the leap in logic one would expect from an intelligent mind, not from an automation at least. Virginia said nothing, but continued to watch the Golem, wondering why it nagged at her mind so.
Something in the way it spoke, even the voice, was vaguely familiar. It called up images of school and hiding places she couldn't quite remember. Like a poor recording of what once was, it was nonetheless something that struck a cord. She pushed the thoughts away, and went back to work on this man's leg, that one's arm, another one's soul.
Once though, as she awaited another wave of infirmary patients to her doorstep, she saw the Golem alone, looking into what had once been one of the many birdbaths on the school grounds. The rock of its face contorted, again making a mockery of a human expression, and a hand slapped away the water from the pool. Was there something about itself that it didn't like? Had the Golem worn a different face before? The creature had held its head in a massive hand, and let forth a gusty wind. She frowned slightly, a bit of her heart going out to the rocky thing. This wasn't its fight, after all.
She hadn't notice it stop moving, though, until it raised its head, looking in her direction. For a moment, the medic and the monster's gaze locked, and a shiver went up the woman's spine. Was it just her imagination, or had the Golem looked at her with a look…akin to fright? But it was gone as soon as it came, and the Golem lumbered back to the front line.
Godric looked at her, confused, "You say you think there's a spirit trapped in that beast?"
She continued to look out the window, taking in the quietness of the land, even if it was only for the night. "Look, I never said I was positive, but you should have seen it then. It has a mind behind that rocky skull. It…just worries me. What if it's an enemy Godric? What if it's just waiting for the right time to kill us all?"
He sighed, and wished for a moment he wasn't so tired, so he might be better comfort. "I don't really see how's that's even possible. Even if it was possessed by a spirit of some sort, it would have to be a good one--after all, I made sure to make it on Hogwarts grounds." He let his body relax in the chair. She had a tendency to worry too much. Did it have to do something with her torture from the enemy? He had heard bits about something even before then, involving the Dark Lord himself, but she would not tell him.
"Where did you make it, anyhow? In the Forbidden Forest?"
"No. I was doing a perimeter check and found a cave near the sound end of the castle. Seemed they're been a cave-in recently. It looked like it had once been part of the school, but the tunnels long since collapsed. There was black mud though, and granite, by an underground spring. Stop worrying about it. Anyhow, you've got your shift in a minute or two."
"I know. Maybe it's one of our dead, and that's why it nags me so." But her heart told her otherwise as the fog quietly rolled in.
When she reached the Great Hall, however, there the Golem sat, a mound of earth in the dark musty corner. Had she not known it moved, it would have been like gargoyle, guarding the wounded from evil spirits. It did not meet her gaze as she walked in, nor for most of the night.
She worked diligently, giving this one a draught from the Potion master, lying her hands on the next. Some she could not do more than hold their hand as they hacked out their last breath. She worked on, particularly on Dumbledore, but she always kept an eye on the Golem. The headmaster lay as if asleep, face untroubled as it had been, eyes occasionally moving underneath shut eyelids. Still, even fading, the old man give a sense of peace to those around him amongst all the pain. She forgot even the Golem for a moment, before letting Severus take over.
Then, as she sat with a poor young girl who had lost an arm, singing softly spells to dispel the fear that clung to the child, she felt a shiver trace up the hairs of her back, shooting up her spine, urging her to turn around. She discreetly looked over to the seated beast, and caught it staring…at her? She matched his stare, and she was accosted by an image, overlaying those empty sockets she matched now, of dark green eyes and long black lashes. She blinked, and it was gone.
The Golem rose, and both returned to their jobs, neither one quite sure to make of the other.
The Golem set off down the half destroyed hillside, towards the dim lights of the war, ignoring the dull pain his chest that seeped past the numbness. The symbols burned his forehead, but even they could not drown out the throb. A stony hand laid to rest on the breast, feeling a soft movement there.
Maybe the Golem had a heart.
AN: So I'm lazy. And have writer's block. I'd update more often if I actually was reviewed now and then (hint, hint). Even if you tell me to drop dead and take this garbage of FF.net-tell me at least. Just remember to do unto others as you would do unto them. Which means: What comes around goes around, so you'd best not bitch. I mean…
Hehe…
No one could accuse the Golem of not following orders, no matter which one of the council gave them. But except for the ones that came from Godric's mouth, it often changed the order slightly, making the leap in logic one would expect from an intelligent mind, not from an automation at least. Virginia said nothing, but continued to watch the Golem, wondering why it nagged at her mind so.
Something in the way it spoke, even the voice, was vaguely familiar. It called up images of school and hiding places she couldn't quite remember. Like a poor recording of what once was, it was nonetheless something that struck a cord. She pushed the thoughts away, and went back to work on this man's leg, that one's arm, another one's soul.
Once though, as she awaited another wave of infirmary patients to her doorstep, she saw the Golem alone, looking into what had once been one of the many birdbaths on the school grounds. The rock of its face contorted, again making a mockery of a human expression, and a hand slapped away the water from the pool. Was there something about itself that it didn't like? Had the Golem worn a different face before? The creature had held its head in a massive hand, and let forth a gusty wind. She frowned slightly, a bit of her heart going out to the rocky thing. This wasn't its fight, after all.
She hadn't notice it stop moving, though, until it raised its head, looking in her direction. For a moment, the medic and the monster's gaze locked, and a shiver went up the woman's spine. Was it just her imagination, or had the Golem looked at her with a look…akin to fright? But it was gone as soon as it came, and the Golem lumbered back to the front line.
Godric looked at her, confused, "You say you think there's a spirit trapped in that beast?"
She continued to look out the window, taking in the quietness of the land, even if it was only for the night. "Look, I never said I was positive, but you should have seen it then. It has a mind behind that rocky skull. It…just worries me. What if it's an enemy Godric? What if it's just waiting for the right time to kill us all?"
He sighed, and wished for a moment he wasn't so tired, so he might be better comfort. "I don't really see how's that's even possible. Even if it was possessed by a spirit of some sort, it would have to be a good one--after all, I made sure to make it on Hogwarts grounds." He let his body relax in the chair. She had a tendency to worry too much. Did it have to do something with her torture from the enemy? He had heard bits about something even before then, involving the Dark Lord himself, but she would not tell him.
"Where did you make it, anyhow? In the Forbidden Forest?"
"No. I was doing a perimeter check and found a cave near the sound end of the castle. Seemed they're been a cave-in recently. It looked like it had once been part of the school, but the tunnels long since collapsed. There was black mud though, and granite, by an underground spring. Stop worrying about it. Anyhow, you've got your shift in a minute or two."
"I know. Maybe it's one of our dead, and that's why it nags me so." But her heart told her otherwise as the fog quietly rolled in.
When she reached the Great Hall, however, there the Golem sat, a mound of earth in the dark musty corner. Had she not known it moved, it would have been like gargoyle, guarding the wounded from evil spirits. It did not meet her gaze as she walked in, nor for most of the night.
She worked diligently, giving this one a draught from the Potion master, lying her hands on the next. Some she could not do more than hold their hand as they hacked out their last breath. She worked on, particularly on Dumbledore, but she always kept an eye on the Golem. The headmaster lay as if asleep, face untroubled as it had been, eyes occasionally moving underneath shut eyelids. Still, even fading, the old man give a sense of peace to those around him amongst all the pain. She forgot even the Golem for a moment, before letting Severus take over.
Then, as she sat with a poor young girl who had lost an arm, singing softly spells to dispel the fear that clung to the child, she felt a shiver trace up the hairs of her back, shooting up her spine, urging her to turn around. She discreetly looked over to the seated beast, and caught it staring…at her? She matched his stare, and she was accosted by an image, overlaying those empty sockets she matched now, of dark green eyes and long black lashes. She blinked, and it was gone.
The Golem rose, and both returned to their jobs, neither one quite sure to make of the other.
The Golem set off down the half destroyed hillside, towards the dim lights of the war, ignoring the dull pain his chest that seeped past the numbness. The symbols burned his forehead, but even they could not drown out the throb. A stony hand laid to rest on the breast, feeling a soft movement there.
Maybe the Golem had a heart.