A/N This story has been jumping around my head lately, I thought I'd give
it a try.
The torches hung on the walls gave an eerie light down the hallway. A girl walked briskly down the hallway into that darkness at the end. A few choice words mumbled under breath and a hidden door creaked open. She stepped inside the poorly lit room, her black silk cape flying out behind her.
"You killed him!" She said, her voice cracking slightly as she did so. Laughter answered her accusation, as a man slightly shorter then her stepped out of a door to her right. The hair he had left was thin and graying, his eyes were a little and black. He straightened up slightly and rested his hands on the wooden cane he held in front of him. His eyes narrowed at her, but his twisted smile remained.
"And If I did? As it stands, my dear, everyone believes you to be the king's killer." His twisted smile had gotten bigger at the look of rage on the girl's face.
"You monster! How dare you? I was his most loyal servant! His fortuneteller! There was none more loyal then I. What about his son? What about Kayton?" The girl demanded.
"Kayton was easily convinced...given a bit of false evidence, of course. As for the prince, I will rule until he is old enough, and even then he should be manipulated easily enough." The man paused in his explanation, at the sound of angry voices and stomping feet outside in the corridor. His entire expression changed from his twisted smile, to a look of painful sorrow. The amused glitter was still visible in his small black eyes.
"Kasha...Your own king! How could you have betrayed your own king!" He shrieked suddenly, as a troop of guards stormed into the room. Kasha immediately went for the thin stick she kept at her side but it wasn't quick enough. A guard had roughly grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. In the door way stood a pale, sickly looking young man. His lips were pursed and he was looking at her with such anger, hatred and saddness that It made Kasha's heart wrench and she had to look away.
"This vile witch killed our king!" The wicked man's voice rung out through the room. Kasha looked desperately around, only to be met with looks of hatred and disgust. The man looked straight into her eyes as he gave the final command.
"Kill her." He said, still with the false sorrow on his features. A guard stepped forward, a sword pointed towards her heart. Kasha closed her eyes moments before she felt the sword plunge into her chest.
Harry Potter jolted awake. Instinctively his hand when to his chest and he felt his shirt covered in sweat. He took a few deep breaths and rolled over onto his side. This was the second time he had this dream since he had returned to Hogwarts for his 5th year. The worst part was that he could feel the horror and betrayal the girl had felt. He shivered involuntarily and pulled his blanket closer to himself. Harry willed himself back into a fitful sleep.
The torches hung on the walls gave an eerie light down the hallway. A girl walked briskly down the hallway into that darkness at the end. A few choice words mumbled under breath and a hidden door creaked open. She stepped inside the poorly lit room, her black silk cape flying out behind her.
"You killed him!" She said, her voice cracking slightly as she did so. Laughter answered her accusation, as a man slightly shorter then her stepped out of a door to her right. The hair he had left was thin and graying, his eyes were a little and black. He straightened up slightly and rested his hands on the wooden cane he held in front of him. His eyes narrowed at her, but his twisted smile remained.
"And If I did? As it stands, my dear, everyone believes you to be the king's killer." His twisted smile had gotten bigger at the look of rage on the girl's face.
"You monster! How dare you? I was his most loyal servant! His fortuneteller! There was none more loyal then I. What about his son? What about Kayton?" The girl demanded.
"Kayton was easily convinced...given a bit of false evidence, of course. As for the prince, I will rule until he is old enough, and even then he should be manipulated easily enough." The man paused in his explanation, at the sound of angry voices and stomping feet outside in the corridor. His entire expression changed from his twisted smile, to a look of painful sorrow. The amused glitter was still visible in his small black eyes.
"Kasha...Your own king! How could you have betrayed your own king!" He shrieked suddenly, as a troop of guards stormed into the room. Kasha immediately went for the thin stick she kept at her side but it wasn't quick enough. A guard had roughly grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. In the door way stood a pale, sickly looking young man. His lips were pursed and he was looking at her with such anger, hatred and saddness that It made Kasha's heart wrench and she had to look away.
"This vile witch killed our king!" The wicked man's voice rung out through the room. Kasha looked desperately around, only to be met with looks of hatred and disgust. The man looked straight into her eyes as he gave the final command.
"Kill her." He said, still with the false sorrow on his features. A guard stepped forward, a sword pointed towards her heart. Kasha closed her eyes moments before she felt the sword plunge into her chest.
Harry Potter jolted awake. Instinctively his hand when to his chest and he felt his shirt covered in sweat. He took a few deep breaths and rolled over onto his side. This was the second time he had this dream since he had returned to Hogwarts for his 5th year. The worst part was that he could feel the horror and betrayal the girl had felt. He shivered involuntarily and pulled his blanket closer to himself. Harry willed himself back into a fitful sleep.