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they are mine.
A/n This will be rated PG13, it may contain material, which stretches this rating slightly, I will have to see, if you are uncomfortable with taking this small risk, by all means, don't read this. However I implore you to be adventurous and look beyond the looking glass. *smile* I also have not put that much thought into this, all I have is the basic idea, because of this I do not know what is going to happen any more then you do. I also take full responsibility for vagueness, rambling, and general incoherency.
Voice
By Queen
The soaring Voice filled the corridors as Draco walked along. It was not unusual to hear some of the house ghosts wailing or singing at times, even Peeves engaged in rude songs about various students and teachers.
The fact someone was singing was not unusual. It was the Voice that had caused Draco to stop in his tracks and listen intently. Such a Voice! It soared to the very top of the giant corridor. Like an entire choir singing to the stars. It was so pure, so unbelievably strong and powerful. Draco had never heard anything like it in his live before. In fact he wondered why every student and teacher wasn't out in the corridors now searching for it. It was after all 12:15. And he by all rights should have been in the Slytherin dormitory in his bed. Unfortunally he had had various things to take care of. A report to his father being one of them.
He had been walking along silently when out of nowhere the Voice had filled the halls. It came from no direction, but seemed to radiate from everywhere. It had scared him shitless. But now his breath was just beginning to return to normal, he stood still listening. It was a girls voice, strong, rich and pure filling these halls. Carefully he took out his wand. He'd heard far to many stories about student's late night wonderings ending in tears due to tricks played by Dumbledore and other sadistic teachers.
"Bit late to be wondering the hallways Master Malfoy" came a clipped voice from behind him. A sharp squeak of fear escaped Draco as he turned brandishing his wand. At thin air.
"Over here laddie" laughed the gravely voice.
Turning furiously, although more at himself for the squeak of fear that had escaped him, Draco turned prepared to give whoever had scared him a good sharp lesson. Preferably sticking his wand where the sun didn't shine.
The Bloody Baron hovered in the air before him grinning luridly.
"Oh piss off" snapped a now very angry and embarrassed Draco, lowering his wand.
"What are you doing wondering the halls at this hour? Dangerous times laddie, dangerous times" crackled the Baron.
"None of your business ya piece of smoke" muttered Draco snidely walking through the translucent imagine before him.
It was a thing all ghosts hated, nearly as much as the humans who did it. For them it was more then uncomfortable, the feeling of something solid pushing through you, but it was a constant reminder that they were dead, something they hated even more.
Then suddenly he stopped. The voice that had been loud enough, he felt, to wake the dead, now was gone, silence filled the air. The hairs on his neck prickled.
He looked around the empty halls, which now seemed haunting in their stillness with careful scrutiny.
"Baron."
"Yes?"
"Did you hear.the Voice?" asked Draco.
As he had said before, it was not unusual to hear a ghost singing to himself, it was however very unusual to hear a Voice that filled the entire school in the middle of the night that left the school in slumber and then abruptly vanished.
"Hearing voices are we now laddie? First sign of madness that!" cackled the Baron.
"No no no, it was singing.so loud.it was singing beautifully" Draco trailed off.
The Baron looked at him blankly.
"Are you sure you didn't hear it? It was so loud!" pleaded Draco.
"Listen laddie, there ain't a ghost in this school that can sing well, let alone "beautifully" and if it was as loud as you say then why ain't the school, teachers 'n all up searching for it?" asked the Baron as if talking to a 2 year old.
"But I heard it!" protested Draco.
"Yeah? And so what if your did? Don't mean nothing 'cept the fact your going mad" sneered the Baron.
"Get out of here" muttered Draco angrily, waving a dismissive hand at the Baron.
"Fine, don't blame me though if the Voice comes and drives ya mad! Ya wee bugger!" laughed the Baron, then promptly melted through the ground leaving Draco once again alone.
Suddenly, again, as if all heavens angels had been let lose, the voice appeared again, swelling, bouncing off the walls filling the halls and rooms, reverberating off the windows.
Terrified by the violence of it, the sheer volume of it, Draco jumped back pressing himself to the wall. He did not scare easily, but this was now really frightening him. The halls suddenly seemed much larger, much darker and much more frightening. The flickering candles spread dancing shadows over the walls. A breeze from nowhere whipped Draco's robes around his ankles forcing a small cry from his throat.
The Voice rose to a unbearable pitch then dropped again to swell around the notes it sang, making Draco clench his teeth and shut his eyes tight in fear.
There were words.he could just about make them out.
Live if a mystery. Will you let me stand-alone. In this midnight hour. Let me feel your power. Hear Angels sighing. Feels like flying. Oh god I think I'm falling. Whisper softly to me. In a dream, no end and no beginning. Look into my eyes. Please save me. Spirit crying to you. Wake me up, save me, please. Save me from myself. I have come undone. From hell on earth to hell in space. Don't leave me to die. Flowers dying, children crying. Listen to the story. Save me my Dragon...
Terrified Draco turned furiously in circles trying to see the owner of this voice. Oh God! they were in pain, trouble, where were they?!
Again the Voice rose to a furiously violent pitch, the tall stain-glass windows overheard shuddered, they were about to shatter.
The Voice had now nearly turned into a scream, a scream of pure pain.
Terrified Draco fled back to his room, the Voice following him all the way.
A/n This will be rated PG13, it may contain material, which stretches this rating slightly, I will have to see, if you are uncomfortable with taking this small risk, by all means, don't read this. However I implore you to be adventurous and look beyond the looking glass. *smile* I also have not put that much thought into this, all I have is the basic idea, because of this I do not know what is going to happen any more then you do. I also take full responsibility for vagueness, rambling, and general incoherency.
Voice
By Queen
The soaring Voice filled the corridors as Draco walked along. It was not unusual to hear some of the house ghosts wailing or singing at times, even Peeves engaged in rude songs about various students and teachers.
The fact someone was singing was not unusual. It was the Voice that had caused Draco to stop in his tracks and listen intently. Such a Voice! It soared to the very top of the giant corridor. Like an entire choir singing to the stars. It was so pure, so unbelievably strong and powerful. Draco had never heard anything like it in his live before. In fact he wondered why every student and teacher wasn't out in the corridors now searching for it. It was after all 12:15. And he by all rights should have been in the Slytherin dormitory in his bed. Unfortunally he had had various things to take care of. A report to his father being one of them.
He had been walking along silently when out of nowhere the Voice had filled the halls. It came from no direction, but seemed to radiate from everywhere. It had scared him shitless. But now his breath was just beginning to return to normal, he stood still listening. It was a girls voice, strong, rich and pure filling these halls. Carefully he took out his wand. He'd heard far to many stories about student's late night wonderings ending in tears due to tricks played by Dumbledore and other sadistic teachers.
"Bit late to be wondering the hallways Master Malfoy" came a clipped voice from behind him. A sharp squeak of fear escaped Draco as he turned brandishing his wand. At thin air.
"Over here laddie" laughed the gravely voice.
Turning furiously, although more at himself for the squeak of fear that had escaped him, Draco turned prepared to give whoever had scared him a good sharp lesson. Preferably sticking his wand where the sun didn't shine.
The Bloody Baron hovered in the air before him grinning luridly.
"Oh piss off" snapped a now very angry and embarrassed Draco, lowering his wand.
"What are you doing wondering the halls at this hour? Dangerous times laddie, dangerous times" crackled the Baron.
"None of your business ya piece of smoke" muttered Draco snidely walking through the translucent imagine before him.
It was a thing all ghosts hated, nearly as much as the humans who did it. For them it was more then uncomfortable, the feeling of something solid pushing through you, but it was a constant reminder that they were dead, something they hated even more.
Then suddenly he stopped. The voice that had been loud enough, he felt, to wake the dead, now was gone, silence filled the air. The hairs on his neck prickled.
He looked around the empty halls, which now seemed haunting in their stillness with careful scrutiny.
"Baron."
"Yes?"
"Did you hear.the Voice?" asked Draco.
As he had said before, it was not unusual to hear a ghost singing to himself, it was however very unusual to hear a Voice that filled the entire school in the middle of the night that left the school in slumber and then abruptly vanished.
"Hearing voices are we now laddie? First sign of madness that!" cackled the Baron.
"No no no, it was singing.so loud.it was singing beautifully" Draco trailed off.
The Baron looked at him blankly.
"Are you sure you didn't hear it? It was so loud!" pleaded Draco.
"Listen laddie, there ain't a ghost in this school that can sing well, let alone "beautifully" and if it was as loud as you say then why ain't the school, teachers 'n all up searching for it?" asked the Baron as if talking to a 2 year old.
"But I heard it!" protested Draco.
"Yeah? And so what if your did? Don't mean nothing 'cept the fact your going mad" sneered the Baron.
"Get out of here" muttered Draco angrily, waving a dismissive hand at the Baron.
"Fine, don't blame me though if the Voice comes and drives ya mad! Ya wee bugger!" laughed the Baron, then promptly melted through the ground leaving Draco once again alone.
Suddenly, again, as if all heavens angels had been let lose, the voice appeared again, swelling, bouncing off the walls filling the halls and rooms, reverberating off the windows.
Terrified by the violence of it, the sheer volume of it, Draco jumped back pressing himself to the wall. He did not scare easily, but this was now really frightening him. The halls suddenly seemed much larger, much darker and much more frightening. The flickering candles spread dancing shadows over the walls. A breeze from nowhere whipped Draco's robes around his ankles forcing a small cry from his throat.
The Voice rose to a unbearable pitch then dropped again to swell around the notes it sang, making Draco clench his teeth and shut his eyes tight in fear.
There were words.he could just about make them out.
Live if a mystery. Will you let me stand-alone. In this midnight hour. Let me feel your power. Hear Angels sighing. Feels like flying. Oh god I think I'm falling. Whisper softly to me. In a dream, no end and no beginning. Look into my eyes. Please save me. Spirit crying to you. Wake me up, save me, please. Save me from myself. I have come undone. From hell on earth to hell in space. Don't leave me to die. Flowers dying, children crying. Listen to the story. Save me my Dragon...
Terrified Draco turned furiously in circles trying to see the owner of this voice. Oh God! they were in pain, trouble, where were they?!
Again the Voice rose to a furiously violent pitch, the tall stain-glass windows overheard shuddered, they were about to shatter.
The Voice had now nearly turned into a scream, a scream of pure pain.
Terrified Draco fled back to his room, the Voice following him all the way.