Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
I'm sorry I haven't updated this lately. It's about time that I do.
Sitting in front of her bedroom window, staring out into the barren stone land, watching the smoke emit from the small volcanic mountains scattered about outside, Enigma sighed.
"Oh World. You seem even worse than when I first met you. But I don't understand how something could increase in evil, when you where already incredibly evil. I came to destroy you, but I remember how I loved you, too-"
At that moment, the door swung open to a very angry Cornelius Fudge. Enigma leapt up from her chair and staggered slightly, and bumped into the window.
"May I help you?" She asked sharply. Her eyes where cold, and where like knives piercing ones heart. Fudge stopped shortly in his tracks, however, when he caught sight of her. He stood there, gaping for a minute, when,
"May I HELP You?!" She asked, now pissed off
"Beg, beg pardon," said Fudge, bowing low,
"I certainly don't! You can't just barge in here without introduction and stand there, goggling at me, then say beg pardon! I demand an explanation!" Her words cut into his heart sharply, and the room's temperature dropped, the windows iced over, as did all the Stock Harmony's in the room. Fudge looked hurt, his eyes glazed over with tears. After a little while, the room temperature went back to normal, and the flowers wilted dead,
"I'm sorry, I should be begging pardon. You just- you just barged in so suddenly, you caught me off guard," she chuckled, "I was- I was thinking. I don't exactly like to be disturbed."
Fudge bowed, "I-"
But at that moment, another figure stepped in the room, "I don't hear any yelling, aside from a girl, Fu-dge . . ."
Enigma looked up testily, but her look smoothed over when she saw the figure.
She smiled softly, "Hello," she said with slyness. She walked up to the tall redhead and circled him. He stopped in the middle of the room and grinned mischievously at Enigma.
"Hello, Mrs-"
"Miss."
"Miss-"
"Enigma. Goddess Enigma, to you, however."
"Oh? And when might I have the privilege to address my Goddess by her first name?"
"When she tells you to."
"A feisty one, are you-"
Cornelius coughed, earning the glance of both the tall redhead and Enigma.
"Ronald, you are not here to play with The Dark Goddess,"
"Oh!" he looked down at Enigma, "So you're the Dark Goddess,"
"The one and only," she smiled at him
"They say, that the moment a man lays eyes on the Dark Goddess Enigma, they fall immediately in love with her. For her beauty is too great to be ignored." He smiled slyly down at her. She chuckled, "Well, Ronald-"
"Ron, please."
"Ron. . ."
"Yes?"
"Well, what you believe is true- is only true if you believe it."
His eyebrows rose slightly, but Fudge stepped in, again, "My Goddess. If you don't mind, (and even if you do) we'll be taking you away now."
Walking up to Cornelius Fudge, she lifted her hands to his head, and closed his eyes, as well as hers. Then, she slightly gripped the sides of his head.
He felt awkward. Certain things in his head started popping up. Memory's, mostly. Some information. A re-play of his conversation with Mr. Diggory, the resurrection, some memories lingered on the tall man standing in the middle of the room, (but he wasn't so tall, then). Fudge realized what she was doing, and his eyes shot open. He stepped back, and pushed, the girl away from him. Her eyes opened wide in shock as she was pushed against the windowpane. She leaned against it, clutching her chest, breathing hard. Ron took a tentative step toward her, but she held out her hand.
"I will go. I have seen the real you, Cornelius. I know you will not hurt me."
She walked up to Ron, and brushed a stray red curl out of his eyes, as she said, "and neither will you, Ronald Weasly."
Only a couple of minutes later did Voldemort hear of their visitor's sudden break-in, and he quickly rushed to the Goddess' room. He only found a black Rose, lying in the middle of an open book. It was a book on poetry. As soon as hi picked up the rose, he felt it, and he knew. The picture of her beautiful face hung in his mind, as she whispered her words,
'Do not fret, and do not search for me. I may leave, and come back as I choose to'
Closing his eyes, he slowly clenched the rose in his fist, held it up to his heart, and with a scream of anguish he threw it to the floor.
"FIND THE PEOPLE WHO DID THIS!" He scream, storming out of the room.
It was rather short, but be lucky to have anything. I was ready to delete this story, it's so horrible.
I'm sorry I haven't updated this lately. It's about time that I do.
Sitting in front of her bedroom window, staring out into the barren stone land, watching the smoke emit from the small volcanic mountains scattered about outside, Enigma sighed.
"Oh World. You seem even worse than when I first met you. But I don't understand how something could increase in evil, when you where already incredibly evil. I came to destroy you, but I remember how I loved you, too-"
At that moment, the door swung open to a very angry Cornelius Fudge. Enigma leapt up from her chair and staggered slightly, and bumped into the window.
"May I help you?" She asked sharply. Her eyes where cold, and where like knives piercing ones heart. Fudge stopped shortly in his tracks, however, when he caught sight of her. He stood there, gaping for a minute, when,
"May I HELP You?!" She asked, now pissed off
"Beg, beg pardon," said Fudge, bowing low,
"I certainly don't! You can't just barge in here without introduction and stand there, goggling at me, then say beg pardon! I demand an explanation!" Her words cut into his heart sharply, and the room's temperature dropped, the windows iced over, as did all the Stock Harmony's in the room. Fudge looked hurt, his eyes glazed over with tears. After a little while, the room temperature went back to normal, and the flowers wilted dead,
"I'm sorry, I should be begging pardon. You just- you just barged in so suddenly, you caught me off guard," she chuckled, "I was- I was thinking. I don't exactly like to be disturbed."
Fudge bowed, "I-"
But at that moment, another figure stepped in the room, "I don't hear any yelling, aside from a girl, Fu-dge . . ."
Enigma looked up testily, but her look smoothed over when she saw the figure.
She smiled softly, "Hello," she said with slyness. She walked up to the tall redhead and circled him. He stopped in the middle of the room and grinned mischievously at Enigma.
"Hello, Mrs-"
"Miss."
"Miss-"
"Enigma. Goddess Enigma, to you, however."
"Oh? And when might I have the privilege to address my Goddess by her first name?"
"When she tells you to."
"A feisty one, are you-"
Cornelius coughed, earning the glance of both the tall redhead and Enigma.
"Ronald, you are not here to play with The Dark Goddess,"
"Oh!" he looked down at Enigma, "So you're the Dark Goddess,"
"The one and only," she smiled at him
"They say, that the moment a man lays eyes on the Dark Goddess Enigma, they fall immediately in love with her. For her beauty is too great to be ignored." He smiled slyly down at her. She chuckled, "Well, Ronald-"
"Ron, please."
"Ron. . ."
"Yes?"
"Well, what you believe is true- is only true if you believe it."
His eyebrows rose slightly, but Fudge stepped in, again, "My Goddess. If you don't mind, (and even if you do) we'll be taking you away now."
Walking up to Cornelius Fudge, she lifted her hands to his head, and closed his eyes, as well as hers. Then, she slightly gripped the sides of his head.
He felt awkward. Certain things in his head started popping up. Memory's, mostly. Some information. A re-play of his conversation with Mr. Diggory, the resurrection, some memories lingered on the tall man standing in the middle of the room, (but he wasn't so tall, then). Fudge realized what she was doing, and his eyes shot open. He stepped back, and pushed, the girl away from him. Her eyes opened wide in shock as she was pushed against the windowpane. She leaned against it, clutching her chest, breathing hard. Ron took a tentative step toward her, but she held out her hand.
"I will go. I have seen the real you, Cornelius. I know you will not hurt me."
She walked up to Ron, and brushed a stray red curl out of his eyes, as she said, "and neither will you, Ronald Weasly."
Only a couple of minutes later did Voldemort hear of their visitor's sudden break-in, and he quickly rushed to the Goddess' room. He only found a black Rose, lying in the middle of an open book. It was a book on poetry. As soon as hi picked up the rose, he felt it, and he knew. The picture of her beautiful face hung in his mind, as she whispered her words,
'Do not fret, and do not search for me. I may leave, and come back as I choose to'
Closing his eyes, he slowly clenched the rose in his fist, held it up to his heart, and with a scream of anguish he threw it to the floor.
"FIND THE PEOPLE WHO DID THIS!" He scream, storming out of the room.
It was rather short, but be lucky to have anything. I was ready to delete this story, it's so horrible.