Author's Note: OK, I'm back after an absence of nearly one and half a
years. I'm posting this to consider the viability of returning the FF.net
. Anyone one who has read any of my previous work is welcome to come
forward and remind me of how I'm going, because I certainly can't remember.
If I can't get a good response, I'll quit. I will return if you want me
back. I'm working in the universe started in Voldemort's Ally, obvious pre
OotP. Therefore, Sirius still is alive, and will stay alive as far as I'm
concerned.
Paladin Starfire
P.S I will be updating everything I can soon.
Harry Potter And The Cup Of Resurrection
Part 6
"I can't believe how many things there are on a single island!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly! "Yeah, I know what you mean" Ron said as the tour finished and they stood by one of the many pools and fountains that Red Square was supposedly famous for.
The had just been past the large gold and ruby covered statues of Redric Carlson, the the gravity defying Fountain of Oblivion who's water flew and swirled through the air, looping and twisting. Because of the constant twisting patterns, the drops of water acted as a prism splitting the light down into it fundamentals, and the many colours illuminated the Square night and day.
Also there was the giant Government Dome. A transparent glass dome, where the politicians of Australia debated whether to pass the decree against testing transfiguration spells on totally innocent goats. The Dome was like air woven in a thin carpet then lay floating over the base of the structure, this carpet was ran right down nearly to the pass of the structure where a pattern of long-short bricks made up the base, with the proud emblem of Australia in gold on the front of the massive steel door, they were polished so finely, that it was like looking at the sun when the light shone down upon it, which it always did.
Every where across the square where symbols of Australian from it flag, a dragon, holding a rose, a symbol of both power and beauty, then Australia diverse array of creatures, the tiny and fluffy tree dwelling Koala, the jumping long legged beast they called kangaroos, which was on sale for lunch at several of the cafes.
Now they stood at the corner of a large square, where groups of entertainers stood, singing, and playing jokes and using some rather interesting magical devices, that Fred and George would kill to get at. Like a cigar, when you blow the smoke at someone, it'll attract their attention, then formed into a shape that amuse everyone in the area, but not the person in front of the smoke, and some times these images we there either rather rude and violent.
They ponder where to go next. However, this pondering was quite useless, because James, Jordan and Mara walked up to them almost out of nowhere. "Well, here they are" Mara said, flatly, "Stop treating them like children James, you know they can look after themselves" James rounded on his sister, the large bag of shopping he carried swing wildly.
"Shut up Sis', I know you don't have manners but don't spread it around, they're new here, and they obviously will find it hard to get any where, and remember they are my responsibility" Mara snorted and James' angry outburst and turned away, to gaze up at the fluffy white clouds that slowly dragged themselves by.
James sighed and began to talk "Now hear this, now hear this in two days there is a large party to be held in Red Square at the south-eastern community hall, we(James motioned at his sister and brother) have been invited, and so have, as well as rest of the visitors from Britain" Ron interrupted "Who?" James sighed again "The rest of Gryffindor, and one Ravenclaw" Harry's, Hermione's and Ron's mouths dropped. "What?" They all utter at once, James gave them one of those grins, wide and superior, that you give in theses moments.
"Did forget to tell you, I'm sorry, oh and by the way, have you got any good clothes (Hermione gave James a contemptuous look, and he grinned apologetically) to wear?" Harry was a bit confounded, clothes, and parties? This was supposes to Quidditch, he'd left his dress robes back in Britain.
"Well" Hermione began "No, at least I don't" Mara gave her a look of utter disbelief "You have not dress clothes, for parties and stuff?" Hermione shied away a bit; Mara gave her a warm smile "Lets hit the shops!" In addition, she charged forwards, and dragged Hermione away. She gave James a pleading looked as they disappeared into the crowd, and James could only smile before he broke down into laughter.
James recovered himself from this and continued, surprisingly without another laugh "Now, I'm assuming that you two" he pointed at Ron and Harry "Have no clothes either" They nodded, and Ron said in a depressed tone "We've never had enough money to by good clothes, until lately" and the Harry said, "I never knew we needed them!"
James shrugged, "It doesn't matter why you don't have them, we'll give you a treat, come on Bro' lets take them shopping!" A maliciously, wicked grinned came over Jordan's face, making him look like a very sad and dangerous devil, or at least, an Imp, or something similar.
James took Harry by the hand, and began to drag him into Red Square, this was a funny sight, two young boys purposely striding through the city dragging two timid looking wizards, and weaving through the crowds, was something to behold. James was pulling out his pouch of money as they raced through the crowds.
"Damn it James!" Ron said unhappily at first then rather in awe, "How do you have so much money, you throw it away like there's no tomorrow" James smiled, "I only wish it was that simple, you know, I used to have a writing job, and youth columnist at The Dawn Seer, ("Australia news paper service" Jordan butted in) they gave me a few Sovereigns" What are sovereigns? Harry thought, just before Ron asked the exact same question "Well" James began as the past a large man who kicked James in the shins, "Go back to the swamp you came from you pig!!" he bellowed after the man, and was rewarded with a called of a word beginning with 'f'.
"Anyway" James kept going "Sovereigns, highest valued coin in Oz" James removed a large golden coin from his pouch, it had on it the Australian coat of arms on one side, and a large rose on the other side, "Now, after that is the Crown" now a coin appeared in his hand that was silver, coat of arms on one side, a dragon on the other "10 Crowns to the Sovereign, got that?" James asked.
They nodded, and dodge another person. "Finally, there's the Royal" A bronze coin appeared in James' hand, the coin had on it the coat of arms (again) and on the reverse side was Australia. Harry was about to asked whether how much a galleon was worth when he walked in James back. "Where here!" He said brightly.
They stood outside a large two-storey shop, made of what appeared to steel and brick, the front was mostly made of Glass, and an array of brightly coloured clothes was inside. A large neon sigh was glowing above the large double doors. 'Callum's Callous Clothing's Collection' it read.
Ron said in slightly surprised, but mostly amused tone "Callum's Callous Clothing's Collection?" James just grinned. "Come on" He dragged them in. They emerged about twenty minutes later, Harry and Ron somewhat pleased, but not exactly amused at purchases.
A small wind blew across the sun-scorched land in front of him. The rust coloured ground was cracked and had long burn running through the brush. Voldemort surveyed the property. A house was visible in the distance, small and unusually. Surrounding the house were large paddocks, all had been stained with blood. Thick because of the heat, the blood was mainly around the horse carcass that where everywhere.
A wasn't a nice sight. Voldemort wasn't interested in the horse, or what was left of them. He was mainly focused on the large crater before him. Nothing was there.
There were the massive blast marks of something hitting and the massive cracks that where very where but nothing else. Where had it gone? His Death Eater where searching the property, but nothing had appeared. He had his sword out and was idly killing weeds. This was supposed to be where the comet had come down, where the undead where supposed to be. It should be here. However, it wasn't, that what annoyed him the most.
His foot caught on a weed, thin a long it was, with thorns poking out from around it. Voldemort tugged it free, but then he found his left foot entangled, the weed was rising around him! Long thick tendrils where emerging from the ground. Voldemort brought his sword down and snapped away, think black sap spilt everywhere. He heard the screams of Death Eaters and Prism. What was happening?
Voldemort shot fire from his hand, , the vines melted away into black sap everywhere. He heard flames swishing and the smell of burning plant fill his nostrils, as he looked around he saw whole plant emerge from the ground. Voldemort incinerated another before he saw it.
It was the bones of a hand, just sticking up out of the ground. All white, the bones where, nothing unusual there, but then the hand moved. Clawing at some invisible thing, and then another hand split the earth. No flesh where on these bones. The hand now pushed up from the ground, and the earth cracked, and out came a skeleton.
Maggots and worms where still wriggling through the earth that was stuck to the skeleton's ghost white bones. The skeleton was purest, deepest white imaginable, a think, disgusting smell seamed to follow them, it jaws worked furiously, as if trying to say something but nothing came. It carried a rust black axe. It advanced on Voldemort.
The sharp click-clack of bones was heard everywhere as skeletons rose around him. Flames flew from Voldemort's hand. It struggle back shocked, so this was the undead. The flames stuck to a skeleton and the bones fell apart, burning black smoke. Other now attacking him, coming form all angles. Voldemort spun round, sweeping the air with his sword, the blade sliced a skeletons head from it's body and the head rolled across the ground. The body followed him.
He attacked furiously at a skeleton on his left, slashing mindlessly at the figure; it lost its arm, three ribs and a leg. It still kept coming. Panic welled up inside Voldemort, what where these undead creatures doing, and how did you kill them?
He let out an enraged cry as frustration push ahead to be the foremost emotion in him. He brought his blade down hard upon a skeletons skull, it snapped with a crack, and the skeleton's bone fell apart it tried to grasp him but it was in vain, it died again.
Fire flew again from Voldemort's hand, catching the skeletons in front of him. It melted. Then the flames disappeared from his hand. A foul stench of burning flesh and sulphur filled the air. Abruptly, he heard a flapping of wings from one of the cracks in the earth. He drew his sword up, ready for the next wave.
A black something leaped from the ground. Voldemort drew back as he saw it fully. It was clad in a night black rags, it was at least two meters tall, it was a elongated face and limbs. The face was rotting, he could see the maggot gorging them upon the flesh, and sticky blood covered some of the face. The eyes were totally black. And its maw was full of rotting teeth. The arms where same as the face, rotting, holes here and there. The fingers where thirty centimetres long, and from the wrist cam three large half-meter long blades, jagged and curved the claws were black with blood. The legs mirrored the rest of the body, except the feet where like the feet of dragons, scaled, and clawed.
Finally, it had a pair of paper thin wings on it's back. It sailed through the air, rags whipped around it body. It landed with a thump, and raced for Voldemort, it limbs moved faster than the eye could see, and suddenly it was upon him. The claws flashed in front of him as Voldemort blocked one hand, another came up into a cruel punch. Voldemort slashed at the hand, and with a sickening splatter the sword ripped through the hand and sent it into the air; a trail of oily black blood clouded the air and dripped onto the ground. The beast kicked taking Voldemort in the chest he staggered back and the thing pressed it's advantaged.
It raised it's right hand and a globe of black fire began to form, Voldemort, who was still slightly stunned from the blow, (which was of amazing strength) saw what was happening and also began to form magic's in his hand. Time stood still as they both grappled to create a spell, but the beast wasn't an experienced spell caster.
A beam of fire blew apart the beast, splattering black bit of rotting flesh around him, a cloud of acrid smoke filled his nostril and made him feel sick. He stepped back ready for another attack. Nothing.
Perhaps that was it, nothing more to fight, the battle won, then undead found. What now, 'What should I do?' Voldemort thought. What, why when, oh you are truly pathetic! The voice was echoing around inside his head, a hollow malicious voice, full of contempt, and anger.
"Show your self!" Voldemort bellowed. If you insist it replied, and then another final beast appeared. It was like nothing Voldemort had eve thought possible. It was vaguely shaped like a man, a man like shape but it's feature where nothing like it. Long, deathly white, gaunt feature, so gaunt that bones could be seen bellow the skin, along with the occasion maggot crawling around under the skin, and then breaking the skin and then burrowing in again.
It was like a fleshy skeleton reply, bones stood clearer than the flesh. Around it thought, was a constant void of black. Nothingness surrounded it, pure black, like a night's sky was around it. The body was like the other thing that had just attacked Voldemort, but this had vines wrapping along it moving, living vines. It spoke in that same voice "Oh, your good, good enough to take on a dreadlord, definitely" Voldemort was shocked at seeing this thing here and replied as firmly as he could "What are you?" It laughed, a hollow mirthlessly, contemptuous laugh. "I, I am the undeath, I am many things" It said, drawling, it seemed to stand lazily there, doing nothing.
But then it looked up at him through those endless pools of black it called eyes "What do you want?" it said with blazing hatred, Voldemort replied, gaining courage and anger to form resolve "I want the undead" The thing laughed, "Then you'll have to get through me" It leaped a drew a sword, a long thing sabre, it literally crackled with power, dark veins dance along the edge, and darkened the air around it.
It moved as fast, if not faster than then dreadlord thing. In bore down on him, slashing and cutting. Voldemort was ready, summoning a spell from the Scroll of Magic, an awareness and speed spell, he prepared him self from the onslaught to follow.
It swung and overhead blow at him, and Voldemort blocked, and his sword shattered. Black flames burnt the metals as it flew through the air. Voldemort skipped back stunned at this as the thing advance, it sword alive in its hands. Voldemort hurled a modified ball of fire at it, it dodge, but then the fireball exploded, and a shockwave of flames racked the air, Voldemort through himself down as it create a sun, a burning ball of white, for a second, but then it disappeared.
Voldemort struggle up. The things flesh was blistered, melted, and burning. Flames were tearing apart its face, melting flesh and igniting blood, than flowed down on itself, igniting it body, it was burning away. A hollow cry and it leapt.
It flew through the air, and Voldemort tried to move, tried to get away, but he was to slow. He felt talons tear and embed them self into his flesh, he felt them dig in a burrow through, white fire pain made him let out a noiseless cry and fall to the ground writhing, before he fell into a fiery void he heard a You want them, you've got them, fool.
Well here it is. How is it, I want to know if this is totally sickening, if not, I'm not please and I'll try harder. Also I'm sorry if this is a little under descriptive, I've had trouble with time, I've got to work on a web site for school, piano, and all this other stuff, so it's really hectic. Oh well. Please R&R.
Paladin Starfire
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, his enemies and friends belong to J.K Rowling & Warner Brothers as well as all magical item and creatures etc. All other characters, monsters, creatures and items are owned by me. Unless they are mention in one of J.K.R's books.
Paladin Starfire
P.S I will be updating everything I can soon.
Harry Potter And The Cup Of Resurrection
Part 6
"I can't believe how many things there are on a single island!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly! "Yeah, I know what you mean" Ron said as the tour finished and they stood by one of the many pools and fountains that Red Square was supposedly famous for.
The had just been past the large gold and ruby covered statues of Redric Carlson, the the gravity defying Fountain of Oblivion who's water flew and swirled through the air, looping and twisting. Because of the constant twisting patterns, the drops of water acted as a prism splitting the light down into it fundamentals, and the many colours illuminated the Square night and day.
Also there was the giant Government Dome. A transparent glass dome, where the politicians of Australia debated whether to pass the decree against testing transfiguration spells on totally innocent goats. The Dome was like air woven in a thin carpet then lay floating over the base of the structure, this carpet was ran right down nearly to the pass of the structure where a pattern of long-short bricks made up the base, with the proud emblem of Australia in gold on the front of the massive steel door, they were polished so finely, that it was like looking at the sun when the light shone down upon it, which it always did.
Every where across the square where symbols of Australian from it flag, a dragon, holding a rose, a symbol of both power and beauty, then Australia diverse array of creatures, the tiny and fluffy tree dwelling Koala, the jumping long legged beast they called kangaroos, which was on sale for lunch at several of the cafes.
Now they stood at the corner of a large square, where groups of entertainers stood, singing, and playing jokes and using some rather interesting magical devices, that Fred and George would kill to get at. Like a cigar, when you blow the smoke at someone, it'll attract their attention, then formed into a shape that amuse everyone in the area, but not the person in front of the smoke, and some times these images we there either rather rude and violent.
They ponder where to go next. However, this pondering was quite useless, because James, Jordan and Mara walked up to them almost out of nowhere. "Well, here they are" Mara said, flatly, "Stop treating them like children James, you know they can look after themselves" James rounded on his sister, the large bag of shopping he carried swing wildly.
"Shut up Sis', I know you don't have manners but don't spread it around, they're new here, and they obviously will find it hard to get any where, and remember they are my responsibility" Mara snorted and James' angry outburst and turned away, to gaze up at the fluffy white clouds that slowly dragged themselves by.
James sighed and began to talk "Now hear this, now hear this in two days there is a large party to be held in Red Square at the south-eastern community hall, we(James motioned at his sister and brother) have been invited, and so have, as well as rest of the visitors from Britain" Ron interrupted "Who?" James sighed again "The rest of Gryffindor, and one Ravenclaw" Harry's, Hermione's and Ron's mouths dropped. "What?" They all utter at once, James gave them one of those grins, wide and superior, that you give in theses moments.
"Did forget to tell you, I'm sorry, oh and by the way, have you got any good clothes (Hermione gave James a contemptuous look, and he grinned apologetically) to wear?" Harry was a bit confounded, clothes, and parties? This was supposes to Quidditch, he'd left his dress robes back in Britain.
"Well" Hermione began "No, at least I don't" Mara gave her a look of utter disbelief "You have not dress clothes, for parties and stuff?" Hermione shied away a bit; Mara gave her a warm smile "Lets hit the shops!" In addition, she charged forwards, and dragged Hermione away. She gave James a pleading looked as they disappeared into the crowd, and James could only smile before he broke down into laughter.
James recovered himself from this and continued, surprisingly without another laugh "Now, I'm assuming that you two" he pointed at Ron and Harry "Have no clothes either" They nodded, and Ron said in a depressed tone "We've never had enough money to by good clothes, until lately" and the Harry said, "I never knew we needed them!"
James shrugged, "It doesn't matter why you don't have them, we'll give you a treat, come on Bro' lets take them shopping!" A maliciously, wicked grinned came over Jordan's face, making him look like a very sad and dangerous devil, or at least, an Imp, or something similar.
James took Harry by the hand, and began to drag him into Red Square, this was a funny sight, two young boys purposely striding through the city dragging two timid looking wizards, and weaving through the crowds, was something to behold. James was pulling out his pouch of money as they raced through the crowds.
"Damn it James!" Ron said unhappily at first then rather in awe, "How do you have so much money, you throw it away like there's no tomorrow" James smiled, "I only wish it was that simple, you know, I used to have a writing job, and youth columnist at The Dawn Seer, ("Australia news paper service" Jordan butted in) they gave me a few Sovereigns" What are sovereigns? Harry thought, just before Ron asked the exact same question "Well" James began as the past a large man who kicked James in the shins, "Go back to the swamp you came from you pig!!" he bellowed after the man, and was rewarded with a called of a word beginning with 'f'.
"Anyway" James kept going "Sovereigns, highest valued coin in Oz" James removed a large golden coin from his pouch, it had on it the Australian coat of arms on one side, and a large rose on the other side, "Now, after that is the Crown" now a coin appeared in his hand that was silver, coat of arms on one side, a dragon on the other "10 Crowns to the Sovereign, got that?" James asked.
They nodded, and dodge another person. "Finally, there's the Royal" A bronze coin appeared in James' hand, the coin had on it the coat of arms (again) and on the reverse side was Australia. Harry was about to asked whether how much a galleon was worth when he walked in James back. "Where here!" He said brightly.
They stood outside a large two-storey shop, made of what appeared to steel and brick, the front was mostly made of Glass, and an array of brightly coloured clothes was inside. A large neon sigh was glowing above the large double doors. 'Callum's Callous Clothing's Collection' it read.
Ron said in slightly surprised, but mostly amused tone "Callum's Callous Clothing's Collection?" James just grinned. "Come on" He dragged them in. They emerged about twenty minutes later, Harry and Ron somewhat pleased, but not exactly amused at purchases.
A small wind blew across the sun-scorched land in front of him. The rust coloured ground was cracked and had long burn running through the brush. Voldemort surveyed the property. A house was visible in the distance, small and unusually. Surrounding the house were large paddocks, all had been stained with blood. Thick because of the heat, the blood was mainly around the horse carcass that where everywhere.
A wasn't a nice sight. Voldemort wasn't interested in the horse, or what was left of them. He was mainly focused on the large crater before him. Nothing was there.
There were the massive blast marks of something hitting and the massive cracks that where very where but nothing else. Where had it gone? His Death Eater where searching the property, but nothing had appeared. He had his sword out and was idly killing weeds. This was supposed to be where the comet had come down, where the undead where supposed to be. It should be here. However, it wasn't, that what annoyed him the most.
His foot caught on a weed, thin a long it was, with thorns poking out from around it. Voldemort tugged it free, but then he found his left foot entangled, the weed was rising around him! Long thick tendrils where emerging from the ground. Voldemort brought his sword down and snapped away, think black sap spilt everywhere. He heard the screams of Death Eaters and Prism. What was happening?
Voldemort shot fire from his hand, , the vines melted away into black sap everywhere. He heard flames swishing and the smell of burning plant fill his nostrils, as he looked around he saw whole plant emerge from the ground. Voldemort incinerated another before he saw it.
It was the bones of a hand, just sticking up out of the ground. All white, the bones where, nothing unusual there, but then the hand moved. Clawing at some invisible thing, and then another hand split the earth. No flesh where on these bones. The hand now pushed up from the ground, and the earth cracked, and out came a skeleton.
Maggots and worms where still wriggling through the earth that was stuck to the skeleton's ghost white bones. The skeleton was purest, deepest white imaginable, a think, disgusting smell seamed to follow them, it jaws worked furiously, as if trying to say something but nothing came. It carried a rust black axe. It advanced on Voldemort.
The sharp click-clack of bones was heard everywhere as skeletons rose around him. Flames flew from Voldemort's hand. It struggle back shocked, so this was the undead. The flames stuck to a skeleton and the bones fell apart, burning black smoke. Other now attacking him, coming form all angles. Voldemort spun round, sweeping the air with his sword, the blade sliced a skeletons head from it's body and the head rolled across the ground. The body followed him.
He attacked furiously at a skeleton on his left, slashing mindlessly at the figure; it lost its arm, three ribs and a leg. It still kept coming. Panic welled up inside Voldemort, what where these undead creatures doing, and how did you kill them?
He let out an enraged cry as frustration push ahead to be the foremost emotion in him. He brought his blade down hard upon a skeletons skull, it snapped with a crack, and the skeleton's bone fell apart it tried to grasp him but it was in vain, it died again.
Fire flew again from Voldemort's hand, catching the skeletons in front of him. It melted. Then the flames disappeared from his hand. A foul stench of burning flesh and sulphur filled the air. Abruptly, he heard a flapping of wings from one of the cracks in the earth. He drew his sword up, ready for the next wave.
A black something leaped from the ground. Voldemort drew back as he saw it fully. It was clad in a night black rags, it was at least two meters tall, it was a elongated face and limbs. The face was rotting, he could see the maggot gorging them upon the flesh, and sticky blood covered some of the face. The eyes were totally black. And its maw was full of rotting teeth. The arms where same as the face, rotting, holes here and there. The fingers where thirty centimetres long, and from the wrist cam three large half-meter long blades, jagged and curved the claws were black with blood. The legs mirrored the rest of the body, except the feet where like the feet of dragons, scaled, and clawed.
Finally, it had a pair of paper thin wings on it's back. It sailed through the air, rags whipped around it body. It landed with a thump, and raced for Voldemort, it limbs moved faster than the eye could see, and suddenly it was upon him. The claws flashed in front of him as Voldemort blocked one hand, another came up into a cruel punch. Voldemort slashed at the hand, and with a sickening splatter the sword ripped through the hand and sent it into the air; a trail of oily black blood clouded the air and dripped onto the ground. The beast kicked taking Voldemort in the chest he staggered back and the thing pressed it's advantaged.
It raised it's right hand and a globe of black fire began to form, Voldemort, who was still slightly stunned from the blow, (which was of amazing strength) saw what was happening and also began to form magic's in his hand. Time stood still as they both grappled to create a spell, but the beast wasn't an experienced spell caster.
A beam of fire blew apart the beast, splattering black bit of rotting flesh around him, a cloud of acrid smoke filled his nostril and made him feel sick. He stepped back ready for another attack. Nothing.
Perhaps that was it, nothing more to fight, the battle won, then undead found. What now, 'What should I do?' Voldemort thought. What, why when, oh you are truly pathetic! The voice was echoing around inside his head, a hollow malicious voice, full of contempt, and anger.
"Show your self!" Voldemort bellowed. If you insist it replied, and then another final beast appeared. It was like nothing Voldemort had eve thought possible. It was vaguely shaped like a man, a man like shape but it's feature where nothing like it. Long, deathly white, gaunt feature, so gaunt that bones could be seen bellow the skin, along with the occasion maggot crawling around under the skin, and then breaking the skin and then burrowing in again.
It was like a fleshy skeleton reply, bones stood clearer than the flesh. Around it thought, was a constant void of black. Nothingness surrounded it, pure black, like a night's sky was around it. The body was like the other thing that had just attacked Voldemort, but this had vines wrapping along it moving, living vines. It spoke in that same voice "Oh, your good, good enough to take on a dreadlord, definitely" Voldemort was shocked at seeing this thing here and replied as firmly as he could "What are you?" It laughed, a hollow mirthlessly, contemptuous laugh. "I, I am the undeath, I am many things" It said, drawling, it seemed to stand lazily there, doing nothing.
But then it looked up at him through those endless pools of black it called eyes "What do you want?" it said with blazing hatred, Voldemort replied, gaining courage and anger to form resolve "I want the undead" The thing laughed, "Then you'll have to get through me" It leaped a drew a sword, a long thing sabre, it literally crackled with power, dark veins dance along the edge, and darkened the air around it.
It moved as fast, if not faster than then dreadlord thing. In bore down on him, slashing and cutting. Voldemort was ready, summoning a spell from the Scroll of Magic, an awareness and speed spell, he prepared him self from the onslaught to follow.
It swung and overhead blow at him, and Voldemort blocked, and his sword shattered. Black flames burnt the metals as it flew through the air. Voldemort skipped back stunned at this as the thing advance, it sword alive in its hands. Voldemort hurled a modified ball of fire at it, it dodge, but then the fireball exploded, and a shockwave of flames racked the air, Voldemort through himself down as it create a sun, a burning ball of white, for a second, but then it disappeared.
Voldemort struggle up. The things flesh was blistered, melted, and burning. Flames were tearing apart its face, melting flesh and igniting blood, than flowed down on itself, igniting it body, it was burning away. A hollow cry and it leapt.
It flew through the air, and Voldemort tried to move, tried to get away, but he was to slow. He felt talons tear and embed them self into his flesh, he felt them dig in a burrow through, white fire pain made him let out a noiseless cry and fall to the ground writhing, before he fell into a fiery void he heard a You want them, you've got them, fool.
Well here it is. How is it, I want to know if this is totally sickening, if not, I'm not please and I'll try harder. Also I'm sorry if this is a little under descriptive, I've had trouble with time, I've got to work on a web site for school, piano, and all this other stuff, so it's really hectic. Oh well. Please R&R.
Paladin Starfire
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, his enemies and friends belong to J.K Rowling & Warner Brothers as well as all magical item and creatures etc. All other characters, monsters, creatures and items are owned by me. Unless they are mention in one of J.K.R's books.
