Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me.
A/N: Something new, as usual. And so you know, I took the word Tengwar
from Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings trilogy, which I don't own, but I
couldn't think of a thing to use for a name.
"Is this him, my child?" A cold, merciless voice asked, petting the frightened red-head.
"Yes, daddy, he's the one." A voice so unlike hers rang out.
"And where's his friend, the Potter boy?" Ron struggled beneath Voldemort's grasp, silently begging Alisa not to give Harry up.
"Behind that rock," She pointed behind them all, "He's got his wand at the ready, and he thinks he's gonna curse us."
"Anything else?" Voldemort asked.
"Dumbledore is coming. That phoenix is with him. That dirty phoenix." She said.
"Well, why don't you take care of Potter and this boy, I'll take care of Dumbledore, and then I'll take care of you." He let go of Ron and laughed.
Alisa tried so desperately to brake free, but it was all she could do to get her wand up. "Avada Kedavra." Green shot from her own wand and she fell to the ground...
***
Alisa woke with a start, breathing heavy and groping for her wand. She stared around her into the abyss. The dreams were getting worse, ever since she had seen her father. She could still hear his laughter... She sat up and looked around, listening into the distance. No. She couldn't really hear him, she was imagining it all. It was a dream and nothing more. Nothing more... nothing more... forever more... forever more... Forever do the shadows follow... forever do they live...
'You can't escape the shadows..." Someone whispered, "You can't escape the past.."
One by one the shadows come,
Opening the doors,
Opening the doors for wars
Wars you cannot fight....
Fighting is the only way...
The way to fine the light..
A light in dark,
A light in night
Alisa hears our song...
"NO!" She shouted to no one. There was no one around. She calmed herself. No one is around. She was just hearing things, dreaming things. She pulled herself together. The sun hadn't yet risen, but it was as good a time as any to get ready for the day. She went back to Gyffindor's hidden room. She didn't know why, but she put on her blackest dress, the trail of it falling far behind her, with black roses sewn upon black silk all along the slim dress. She pulled her long brown hair back behind her shoulders. It seemed to be getting darker and thinner everyday. She could not think of a thing to do with it. All she could think of was to put it back in her usual bun, which looked bleak with her dress. She used the pins she always used, with tiny faeries which changed colour with the day, and were now black, swaying slightly in an invisible wind. Suddenly, she pulled the pins out and her hair fell once again to near her waist. She pushed it back once more and used the pins to just hold it from her face. It was good enough.
It was Friday. Just Friday. There was still another week for the Death Eaters came, she told herself. But why did she feel so bleak? It was the dream, just the dreams she was having. She left the castle once more and went to stand at the top of a hill overlooking a lake.
***
Neville woke drenched in sweat. He hadn't been dreaming. He never dreamt. Something else had woken him, something else had made him sweat. He stood up and walked to the window. Out below it he saw what had scared him: A Tengwar near the lake. Neville knew a Tengwar is a shadowed woman dressed in black, and an omen of the death of a man. The Tengwar did not look at Neville, but disappeared as soon as he saw her.
"I don't think I'll go back to sleep tonight." Neville whispered to himself, he was alarmed when Ron turned over and looked at him.
"What was that Neville?" Ron asked.
"Oh, R-ron, I didn't know you were awake." Neville managed.
"I never fell asleep." Ron said, sitting up, "Why are you looking out the window?" He looked out as well.
"Oh, uh... it's.. its nothing." Neville said, smiling weakly.
"It's a bit early, isn't it?" Ron said.
"Yes, a bit." Neville said, nervously approaching his trunk, "I think I should get dressed... and you should do the same."
"Why's that, Neville?" Ron asked.
"I'm not sure... But I think you should get Harry up as well." Neville said on gut feeling.
Ron looked at him strangely, "Why?"
"I don't know... but I feel it's what we should do."
"Uh... I don't know Neville," Ron said, "Harry needs his rest, we can't just wake him because you feel like it."
"I highly suggest it..." Neville said, busying himself by putting on his pants, "The feeling is growing."
"Well, I'll get dressed to satisfy you, and we'll see about waking Harry." Ron said and Neville nodded.
Once they were both dressed, Neville approached Harry, but before he even tapped Harry's shoulder, Harry's eyes snapped open, "He's here." Harry said immediately, "I feel him."
Ron and Neville looked at one another, "Who?" Ron asked, "Not-"
"Oh yeah." Harry said, "Wake Seamus and Dean. We've got to get them into those enchanted laboratories. No one is safe here."
"You don't think he can get into the dormitories, do you?" Neville asked, rushing to Dean, "Get up!"
"He might not be able to, but he's got people who can." Harry said, pulling Seamus out of bed, "You two get to the laboratory in the corridor!" He said to Seamus and Dean, who looked dazed at him, "Now!" he yelled violently, "You too Neville!"
Neville looked at him, hardly frightened, "No, I'm going to help wake the rest. Harry, you go to Dumbledore. Ron and I will take care of the dormitories."
Harry looked at them for just a moment before following Dean and Seamus out the door at a run, "Come on!" Neville said, pulling Ron out of the sixth year dormitories.
Ron went to the boys first, second, and third year dormitories, yelling at them all to get out immediately, Neville took care of the fourth, fifth, and seventh years, but what about the girls'? Ron knew first hand they couldn't get up there... he stood at the bottom and screamed. Hermione woke with a start and hurried to the bottom of the stairs, "Get everyone up!" Ron screamed at her, and she ran back upstairs. What about the other houses? Ron's mind was screaming. He didn't even know where their common rooms were! Perhaps Voldemort didn't either? Oh why didn't they set up a system to get the message across when the attack occurred? ***
Harry ran through the corridors faster than he ever had, feeling Voldemort's presence closer and closer. He almost ran into Dumbledore coming around a corner, "He's coming!" Harry screamed.
"I know." Dumbledore said, calmer than he should have been, "I've set the house teachers to the common rooms to get the students out. I understand your house is taken care of."
Harry nodded, "But the auroras aren't here yet! What are we going to do?" He was panicking.
"Calm yourself Harry, there is something unusual about." Dumbledore said, "Get Mr. Weasely and Ms. Granger, bring them to the front doors, we are all we've got." Dumbledore hurried down the corridor, away from Harry. Harry turned and ran back. What were they going to do against Voldemort and a gang of Death Eaters???
"Is this him, my child?" A cold, merciless voice asked, petting the frightened red-head.
"Yes, daddy, he's the one." A voice so unlike hers rang out.
"And where's his friend, the Potter boy?" Ron struggled beneath Voldemort's grasp, silently begging Alisa not to give Harry up.
"Behind that rock," She pointed behind them all, "He's got his wand at the ready, and he thinks he's gonna curse us."
"Anything else?" Voldemort asked.
"Dumbledore is coming. That phoenix is with him. That dirty phoenix." She said.
"Well, why don't you take care of Potter and this boy, I'll take care of Dumbledore, and then I'll take care of you." He let go of Ron and laughed.
Alisa tried so desperately to brake free, but it was all she could do to get her wand up. "Avada Kedavra." Green shot from her own wand and she fell to the ground...
***
Alisa woke with a start, breathing heavy and groping for her wand. She stared around her into the abyss. The dreams were getting worse, ever since she had seen her father. She could still hear his laughter... She sat up and looked around, listening into the distance. No. She couldn't really hear him, she was imagining it all. It was a dream and nothing more. Nothing more... nothing more... forever more... forever more... Forever do the shadows follow... forever do they live...
'You can't escape the shadows..." Someone whispered, "You can't escape the past.."
One by one the shadows come,
Opening the doors,
Opening the doors for wars
Wars you cannot fight....
Fighting is the only way...
The way to fine the light..
A light in dark,
A light in night
Alisa hears our song...
"NO!" She shouted to no one. There was no one around. She calmed herself. No one is around. She was just hearing things, dreaming things. She pulled herself together. The sun hadn't yet risen, but it was as good a time as any to get ready for the day. She went back to Gyffindor's hidden room. She didn't know why, but she put on her blackest dress, the trail of it falling far behind her, with black roses sewn upon black silk all along the slim dress. She pulled her long brown hair back behind her shoulders. It seemed to be getting darker and thinner everyday. She could not think of a thing to do with it. All she could think of was to put it back in her usual bun, which looked bleak with her dress. She used the pins she always used, with tiny faeries which changed colour with the day, and were now black, swaying slightly in an invisible wind. Suddenly, she pulled the pins out and her hair fell once again to near her waist. She pushed it back once more and used the pins to just hold it from her face. It was good enough.
It was Friday. Just Friday. There was still another week for the Death Eaters came, she told herself. But why did she feel so bleak? It was the dream, just the dreams she was having. She left the castle once more and went to stand at the top of a hill overlooking a lake.
***
Neville woke drenched in sweat. He hadn't been dreaming. He never dreamt. Something else had woken him, something else had made him sweat. He stood up and walked to the window. Out below it he saw what had scared him: A Tengwar near the lake. Neville knew a Tengwar is a shadowed woman dressed in black, and an omen of the death of a man. The Tengwar did not look at Neville, but disappeared as soon as he saw her.
"I don't think I'll go back to sleep tonight." Neville whispered to himself, he was alarmed when Ron turned over and looked at him.
"What was that Neville?" Ron asked.
"Oh, R-ron, I didn't know you were awake." Neville managed.
"I never fell asleep." Ron said, sitting up, "Why are you looking out the window?" He looked out as well.
"Oh, uh... it's.. its nothing." Neville said, smiling weakly.
"It's a bit early, isn't it?" Ron said.
"Yes, a bit." Neville said, nervously approaching his trunk, "I think I should get dressed... and you should do the same."
"Why's that, Neville?" Ron asked.
"I'm not sure... But I think you should get Harry up as well." Neville said on gut feeling.
Ron looked at him strangely, "Why?"
"I don't know... but I feel it's what we should do."
"Uh... I don't know Neville," Ron said, "Harry needs his rest, we can't just wake him because you feel like it."
"I highly suggest it..." Neville said, busying himself by putting on his pants, "The feeling is growing."
"Well, I'll get dressed to satisfy you, and we'll see about waking Harry." Ron said and Neville nodded.
Once they were both dressed, Neville approached Harry, but before he even tapped Harry's shoulder, Harry's eyes snapped open, "He's here." Harry said immediately, "I feel him."
Ron and Neville looked at one another, "Who?" Ron asked, "Not-"
"Oh yeah." Harry said, "Wake Seamus and Dean. We've got to get them into those enchanted laboratories. No one is safe here."
"You don't think he can get into the dormitories, do you?" Neville asked, rushing to Dean, "Get up!"
"He might not be able to, but he's got people who can." Harry said, pulling Seamus out of bed, "You two get to the laboratory in the corridor!" He said to Seamus and Dean, who looked dazed at him, "Now!" he yelled violently, "You too Neville!"
Neville looked at him, hardly frightened, "No, I'm going to help wake the rest. Harry, you go to Dumbledore. Ron and I will take care of the dormitories."
Harry looked at them for just a moment before following Dean and Seamus out the door at a run, "Come on!" Neville said, pulling Ron out of the sixth year dormitories.
Ron went to the boys first, second, and third year dormitories, yelling at them all to get out immediately, Neville took care of the fourth, fifth, and seventh years, but what about the girls'? Ron knew first hand they couldn't get up there... he stood at the bottom and screamed. Hermione woke with a start and hurried to the bottom of the stairs, "Get everyone up!" Ron screamed at her, and she ran back upstairs. What about the other houses? Ron's mind was screaming. He didn't even know where their common rooms were! Perhaps Voldemort didn't either? Oh why didn't they set up a system to get the message across when the attack occurred? ***
Harry ran through the corridors faster than he ever had, feeling Voldemort's presence closer and closer. He almost ran into Dumbledore coming around a corner, "He's coming!" Harry screamed.
"I know." Dumbledore said, calmer than he should have been, "I've set the house teachers to the common rooms to get the students out. I understand your house is taken care of."
Harry nodded, "But the auroras aren't here yet! What are we going to do?" He was panicking.
"Calm yourself Harry, there is something unusual about." Dumbledore said, "Get Mr. Weasely and Ms. Granger, bring them to the front doors, we are all we've got." Dumbledore hurried down the corridor, away from Harry. Harry turned and ran back. What were they going to do against Voldemort and a gang of Death Eaters???