No, I'm not J. K. Rowling. Although I do steal her cloths and wear them and
watch her every move. LOL I'm just kidding. But anyway, I do not own Harry
Potter. Although I do own the characters Faida and Tobias in this story. So
you cant have them!!!! They belong to me!!!!!!! ^_^ * evil laughs of
hysteria *
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Faida was awakened by dull sunlight shining in her eyes. The raven girl yawned and wiped the sleep out of her eyes. She smiled as she sat up, taking in the warm rays. The smile turned to a joyous grin when she remembered what today was. Harry had promised her that he would teach her to ride a broom. She knew a little, but not enough to enjoy the sport. Quiditch had always fascinated her, but she had little time to learn it in the past.
Then something caught her eye. On the nightstand beside her bed lay a solitary flower. It was a rose. Faida carefully picked the flower up, examining it. It was like nothing she had ever seen. The bud was a shining silver, and the stem a bright green. The petals were like silk against her skin. It was breathtaking. But, how did it get here? Faida looked around to try and find a note or explanation. None was found. Whoever had left the rose was long gone, and left no signature. She smiled to herself happily. Could this be a secret admirer?
Things sure had changed a lot since she had become friends with the trio again. She hardly ever got the whispers or stares, except from the slytherins of course. But she really didn't give a damn about what they thought. All she needed were her Gryfindor friends. She had even made quite a few friends in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also. But she had no idea who would leave a silver rose for her.
"I'll think about this later. Harry's waiting for me," Faida said to herself. The girl put the rose in her trunk, being extra careful not to bend the delicate petals. Then she dressed and made her way down to the quiditch pitch.
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"Harry! Sorry I'm late! I over slept," Faida yelled as she came running across the grass to Harry.
"Don't worry about it. I haven't been waiting long." Faida reached Harry and smiled warmingly at him. Dammit, she is so cute! Harry thought to himself. Those bright sapphires-eyes seemed to dance with excitement. She was beautiful. OK, Harry calm down! Just a friendly flying lesson! He smiled back.
Faida picked up a broom from the ground and straddled it. She chirped, "Up!" And she hovered up slowly.
"I thought you didn't know how?" Harry asked curiously.
"I know how to get off the ground, but that's not necessarily flying!" Faida laughed happily. Harry laughed back and jumped on his broom and floated up to meet her. "So what do you want to learn?" Harry asked.
"Anything fast!" Harry laughed again. She sure was eager. But he liked that.
The day went by quickly as Harry taught Faida. He was very surprised at how quickly she learned, and even when he was tired and sore, she still wanted to learn more. The boy noticed that Faida was very graceful on a broom. He watched her as she flew in dives and curves and loops. She almost made it look like a dance, like she owned the sky. Right now she did, and she owned him. He could watch her all day. Harry realized she would make an excellent seeker. Too bad the Slytherins would never let her join the team.
After doing many circles in the air Faida came to float beside Harry. He seemed lost in his thoughts. She playfully waved a hand in front of his face. "Yo! Any one there?" She yelled in his ear.
Harry jumped, almost falling off his broom. "Uh, yea, I'm here," he stuttered.
"Good. I'm kinda tired. Wanna call it a day?"
"Yea. I didn't think you would ever stop!"
"I can't help it! I LOVE flying!" Faida laughed.
"Well, I'm glad you had fun. Lets go back now. Dinner shouldn't be too far off from now." Harry said, looking at the slowly setting sun. Harry started to float down to the ground slowly, but he paused to look up at Faida when he noticed she wasn't following.
"Fai?"
She looked very strange. Her eyes were glazed over, like she was asleep. She wasn't moving at all. Faida looked down at Harry. She wasn't herself. Her eyes had changed. just like at the sorting. Her eyes had changed then to. They were glowing a bright and steady emerald. Suddenly, her eyes snapped back to life. She gasped and fell from her broom, landing hard on the ground before Harry could even tilt his broom to save her.
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"Well, I'm glad you had fun. Lets go back now. Dinner shouldn't be too far off from now."
Faida was just about to agree when she felt a sudden cold wind overtake her. Her vision blurred and disappeared until she was drifting in totally darkness.
Something silky and soft rubbed against her skin. She opened her eyes and was surprised to find light seeping through them. Faida found herself lying down. She was in a field of some type. The girl looked down and noticed she was laying on a bed of roses. Silver roses. She bent down to smell the scent that flooded over them. They smelled so sweet. She had to touch one.
Her fingers moved around a stem, but she pulled it back almost instantly. She gasped as she saw crimson blood running down her hand. It must have gotten cut on a thorn. She watched the blood flow, suddenly fascinated. More. A sudden craving for more blood came to her. She needed to see it, she needed to taste it. To feel it on her body. That pretty, pretty crimson. Like rubies! Like pretty, pretty rubies. Yes, each drop was a jewel as it spilled forth from her hand. More.
"You want more don't you, love?"
Faida was broken away from her thoughts as a soft voice came from behind her. She turned around. It was the woman. That strange woman who looked so much like her.
"Yes. I want more." Faida whispered desperately. She did want more. She wanted more drops of blood, more pretty rubies.
The woman wrapped her cold arms around the child, pulling her into an embrace. The woman gently started to stroke Faida's black hair and moved her other hand to touch the girl's soft, creamy neck.
"I know how you can get all the pretty things you want. All you could ever desire for." The woman's voice seemed deep and full of need and desire. Faida's heart beat faster at the mention of more pretty blood. All the pretty rubies she wanted. She wanted it more than anything! She would do anything to make them flow faster. The woman pointed a bony finger toward a spot on the ground only a few feet away. "There."
Faida stood and walked slowly to the spot directed. Would there be more pretty blood there? Disappointment spread across her face as she saw what lay on the ground. Before her sat a solid white snake. The snake lifted its head as Faida approached it, but it did not run and it did not act afraid. It only looked up and flicked it's tongue at the girl. Faida turned back to the woman.
"This is not my pretty thing." She said.
The woman's lips curved into a cruel grin. "But you can make it pretty, my dear." She pulled out a small dagger from behind her. She held it in her hand and motioned for Faida to take it. The girl took the blade from the woman and looked anxiously at it.
"What do I do with it?" She asked curiously. The woman's grin grew wider.
"Anything you want." The woman hissed. Faida paused, taking in the daggers splendor. Oh, yes. She knew what to do. She walked over to the snake. It still lay on the ground, looking up at her. It didn't move as she knelt down beside it. Faida moved her hand to gently stroke the smooth scales. They were pretty, but not pretty enough. She grabbed the dagger from her other hand and plunged it into the snake's skin. Scarlet, pretty drops flowed from the wound. Oh pretty, pretty drops. Like rubies. Like precious stones they fall. Faida smiled, pleased with herself. She grabbed the head and slowly cut all the way down its length, red streams of blood spilling forth. More. She wanted more. Again she cut, and again and again.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain from her arm. She looked down to find the snake with its head latched onto her skin. Its teeth cut deep into flesh and made that pretty blood spill forth. It was her blood, her blood mixed with venom. The snake's venom. Her blood was no longer pretty. It was poisoned and polluted. No more pretty, pretty blood. Faida felt her arm go numb, then her whole side. Finally, she couldn't feel at all and simply feel onto the soft silver petals. But they were not silver, no; they were my beautiful deep red. My blood. She smiled as the snake died by her side. She felt it's cold body go limp. It was her last pleasure before she slipped into darkness again.
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I would like to add one thing before I go on. To all you animal rights people out there; PLEASE don't sue me for writing about cruelty to animals. I do not agree and/or practice anything of this sort, in fact I love animals. This is just my sick version of a dream. So if any of you are offended, my deepest apology. Thank you. Also, please excuse this short chapter, there's many more to come! And, as always, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!
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Faida was awakened by dull sunlight shining in her eyes. The raven girl yawned and wiped the sleep out of her eyes. She smiled as she sat up, taking in the warm rays. The smile turned to a joyous grin when she remembered what today was. Harry had promised her that he would teach her to ride a broom. She knew a little, but not enough to enjoy the sport. Quiditch had always fascinated her, but she had little time to learn it in the past.
Then something caught her eye. On the nightstand beside her bed lay a solitary flower. It was a rose. Faida carefully picked the flower up, examining it. It was like nothing she had ever seen. The bud was a shining silver, and the stem a bright green. The petals were like silk against her skin. It was breathtaking. But, how did it get here? Faida looked around to try and find a note or explanation. None was found. Whoever had left the rose was long gone, and left no signature. She smiled to herself happily. Could this be a secret admirer?
Things sure had changed a lot since she had become friends with the trio again. She hardly ever got the whispers or stares, except from the slytherins of course. But she really didn't give a damn about what they thought. All she needed were her Gryfindor friends. She had even made quite a few friends in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also. But she had no idea who would leave a silver rose for her.
"I'll think about this later. Harry's waiting for me," Faida said to herself. The girl put the rose in her trunk, being extra careful not to bend the delicate petals. Then she dressed and made her way down to the quiditch pitch.
* * *
"Harry! Sorry I'm late! I over slept," Faida yelled as she came running across the grass to Harry.
"Don't worry about it. I haven't been waiting long." Faida reached Harry and smiled warmingly at him. Dammit, she is so cute! Harry thought to himself. Those bright sapphires-eyes seemed to dance with excitement. She was beautiful. OK, Harry calm down! Just a friendly flying lesson! He smiled back.
Faida picked up a broom from the ground and straddled it. She chirped, "Up!" And she hovered up slowly.
"I thought you didn't know how?" Harry asked curiously.
"I know how to get off the ground, but that's not necessarily flying!" Faida laughed happily. Harry laughed back and jumped on his broom and floated up to meet her. "So what do you want to learn?" Harry asked.
"Anything fast!" Harry laughed again. She sure was eager. But he liked that.
The day went by quickly as Harry taught Faida. He was very surprised at how quickly she learned, and even when he was tired and sore, she still wanted to learn more. The boy noticed that Faida was very graceful on a broom. He watched her as she flew in dives and curves and loops. She almost made it look like a dance, like she owned the sky. Right now she did, and she owned him. He could watch her all day. Harry realized she would make an excellent seeker. Too bad the Slytherins would never let her join the team.
After doing many circles in the air Faida came to float beside Harry. He seemed lost in his thoughts. She playfully waved a hand in front of his face. "Yo! Any one there?" She yelled in his ear.
Harry jumped, almost falling off his broom. "Uh, yea, I'm here," he stuttered.
"Good. I'm kinda tired. Wanna call it a day?"
"Yea. I didn't think you would ever stop!"
"I can't help it! I LOVE flying!" Faida laughed.
"Well, I'm glad you had fun. Lets go back now. Dinner shouldn't be too far off from now." Harry said, looking at the slowly setting sun. Harry started to float down to the ground slowly, but he paused to look up at Faida when he noticed she wasn't following.
"Fai?"
She looked very strange. Her eyes were glazed over, like she was asleep. She wasn't moving at all. Faida looked down at Harry. She wasn't herself. Her eyes had changed. just like at the sorting. Her eyes had changed then to. They were glowing a bright and steady emerald. Suddenly, her eyes snapped back to life. She gasped and fell from her broom, landing hard on the ground before Harry could even tilt his broom to save her.
* * *
"Well, I'm glad you had fun. Lets go back now. Dinner shouldn't be too far off from now."
Faida was just about to agree when she felt a sudden cold wind overtake her. Her vision blurred and disappeared until she was drifting in totally darkness.
Something silky and soft rubbed against her skin. She opened her eyes and was surprised to find light seeping through them. Faida found herself lying down. She was in a field of some type. The girl looked down and noticed she was laying on a bed of roses. Silver roses. She bent down to smell the scent that flooded over them. They smelled so sweet. She had to touch one.
Her fingers moved around a stem, but she pulled it back almost instantly. She gasped as she saw crimson blood running down her hand. It must have gotten cut on a thorn. She watched the blood flow, suddenly fascinated. More. A sudden craving for more blood came to her. She needed to see it, she needed to taste it. To feel it on her body. That pretty, pretty crimson. Like rubies! Like pretty, pretty rubies. Yes, each drop was a jewel as it spilled forth from her hand. More.
"You want more don't you, love?"
Faida was broken away from her thoughts as a soft voice came from behind her. She turned around. It was the woman. That strange woman who looked so much like her.
"Yes. I want more." Faida whispered desperately. She did want more. She wanted more drops of blood, more pretty rubies.
The woman wrapped her cold arms around the child, pulling her into an embrace. The woman gently started to stroke Faida's black hair and moved her other hand to touch the girl's soft, creamy neck.
"I know how you can get all the pretty things you want. All you could ever desire for." The woman's voice seemed deep and full of need and desire. Faida's heart beat faster at the mention of more pretty blood. All the pretty rubies she wanted. She wanted it more than anything! She would do anything to make them flow faster. The woman pointed a bony finger toward a spot on the ground only a few feet away. "There."
Faida stood and walked slowly to the spot directed. Would there be more pretty blood there? Disappointment spread across her face as she saw what lay on the ground. Before her sat a solid white snake. The snake lifted its head as Faida approached it, but it did not run and it did not act afraid. It only looked up and flicked it's tongue at the girl. Faida turned back to the woman.
"This is not my pretty thing." She said.
The woman's lips curved into a cruel grin. "But you can make it pretty, my dear." She pulled out a small dagger from behind her. She held it in her hand and motioned for Faida to take it. The girl took the blade from the woman and looked anxiously at it.
"What do I do with it?" She asked curiously. The woman's grin grew wider.
"Anything you want." The woman hissed. Faida paused, taking in the daggers splendor. Oh, yes. She knew what to do. She walked over to the snake. It still lay on the ground, looking up at her. It didn't move as she knelt down beside it. Faida moved her hand to gently stroke the smooth scales. They were pretty, but not pretty enough. She grabbed the dagger from her other hand and plunged it into the snake's skin. Scarlet, pretty drops flowed from the wound. Oh pretty, pretty drops. Like rubies. Like precious stones they fall. Faida smiled, pleased with herself. She grabbed the head and slowly cut all the way down its length, red streams of blood spilling forth. More. She wanted more. Again she cut, and again and again.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain from her arm. She looked down to find the snake with its head latched onto her skin. Its teeth cut deep into flesh and made that pretty blood spill forth. It was her blood, her blood mixed with venom. The snake's venom. Her blood was no longer pretty. It was poisoned and polluted. No more pretty, pretty blood. Faida felt her arm go numb, then her whole side. Finally, she couldn't feel at all and simply feel onto the soft silver petals. But they were not silver, no; they were my beautiful deep red. My blood. She smiled as the snake died by her side. She felt it's cold body go limp. It was her last pleasure before she slipped into darkness again.
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I would like to add one thing before I go on. To all you animal rights people out there; PLEASE don't sue me for writing about cruelty to animals. I do not agree and/or practice anything of this sort, in fact I love animals. This is just my sick version of a dream. So if any of you are offended, my deepest apology. Thank you. Also, please excuse this short chapter, there's many more to come! And, as always, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!