Hey peoples. I'm only updating a lot because it's the weekend and I have
nothing better to do. I'll try and keep up during the week, but I get lots
of homework. Thanks to my lovely reviewers, I know I'm not giving anyone
else a chance because of the updates, but you will after the weekend!
Disclaimer: (thought I'd better add one!) Everyone so far but Arilyn May belongs to J.K.Rowling. I only wish I owned them. And my description of Arilyn May resembles Anne Rice's vampires, but it is my own. I've just read to many of her books, I can't help it. Keep you're hands or Arilyn or you're bashed.
wishful-thinking3 I know it probably was described a lot like Anne Rice, but that just because I've read a lot of her work, it's rubbed off on me. And I'll try and make the chapters longer.
AngelDragonStar lol I'm glad it's creepy. Thanks.
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During the next few weeks, Arilyn attended classes along with all the other students, but the night was hers to do with as she wished. Every night, when most everyone was asleep, she would set off to explore her new home. She wandered the halls of Hogwarts, taking into detail everything that she saw. Paintings, wall hangings, secret passages, classrooms, everything was so new to her. She crept about, not making a sound except for the faintest click of her heeled boots. Every time she saw a professor, she simply took another passage or took to the shadows, standing still as if she were simply one of the many statues. She would always have to close her eyes as the passed though, as her eyes took in the small particles of light like a cats', shining through the darkness looking like flat green orbs.
But one night, during the fourth week, when she passed through one of the hallways she came across a door she had never seen before. The door was slightly ajar with light flickering through, as if the room contained a fire. She paused before opening the door, revealing a medium sized room.
It was moderately furnished, with rugs on the stone floors, a few hanging tapestries depicting nothing of importance, but the thing that caught her eye was a large mirror with an ornate gold frame. Underneath it was a small table, and on the table was a simple black candelabra.
She caught a glimpse of her reflection, and was drawn to it. She stared captivated at the way the candle lights created flickering shadows over her face, at one moment catching the paleness of her skin and at another making it look alive. She smiled at herself, and the light caught a flash of small fangs. The lighting made her smile look sinister, and the shadows fell just rightly on her face to make her look truly evil. Any mortal given such a look would surely flee in terror.
"Having fun there?" drawled a voice of someone familiar.
She whirled to face him, startled that she had been so careless as to let someone approach her without her knowing of it. It was Professor Snape, she hadn't even heard him come into the room, and yet he was standing a few feet directly behind her.
"Students are supposed to be in bed, not gazing at themselves in various mirrors, Miss Ijsselstein. I had no idea that you were an exception."
Her eyes narrowed at him, but he did not notice as he was instead looking at the mirror behind her. The reflection of her back was clear, a surprise to him after what he had decided of her.
"Get back to your dorm, before I feel I have to take points off my own house."
So she walked slowly over to the door, acting as if she had all the time in the world and, with one more evil glance aimed over her shoulder at Snape, she tuned and became one with the shadows.
Snape looked into the mirror that she had been staring into, with a feeling of unease. He reached out and touched the cool glass, thinking of what he had seen before. The girl's reflection had been clearly visible, and yet although he had been standing behind her, in clear view of the mirror, his reflection had not been anywhere to be seen. And it still wasn't.
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Severus Snape went from that room straight into the Library. He scanned down the shelves, pulling out any books on magical or bewitched mirrors. When he had nicely sized stack of them, he sat down at one of the tables, and began searching through the books. It was hard to find what he was looking for, as he wasn't entirely sure of it himself. But when finally, halfway through the seventh book, he came across a picture of a mirror that had a striking resemblance to the one in the room, he stopped to read.
There was a picture of a large mirror with an ornate gold frame, and on closer inspection, he realised that it didn't just resemble the mirror he had earlier seen, but it was exactly like it. Underneath the picture he read:
Ashatay
or
The Mirror of the Dead
Such mirrors are rarely seen, as they are very rare and hard to make.
Ashatay mirrors were created first in ancient times by the Egyptian priests. They were to show only beings that were both alive, and yet also
dead. They were usually placed inside the tombs of kinds, so that the kings would be able to see themselves once they had reached the afterlife, for it was believed that once a person had been dead and had reached new life, normal
mirrors would not hold their reflection. And so with these old curses, more mirrors have been made over time, with
different designs but the same purpose. Any reflective surface can be
bewitched for this purpose.
Such mirrors will not reflect anything that is truly alive, only things
that are dead, or undead, such as zombies, vampires and ghosts.
His suspicions confirmed, he realised he would have to tell someone about what he had found. He stood quickly, and, leaving the books for the elves to replace, set off towards Dumbledores office. He didn't know how the Headmaster had not detected this girl, but he, Severus Snape, would not stand for such a creature to be at this school.
He set off quickly, taking all the shortcuts he knew so that he would arrive at the Headmasters office soon as possible.
When he was halfway there, travelling down a long hallway, he saw something out of the corner of his eye dart around the corner of one of the side halls. He turned to look, his head telling him he should follow and investigate. Who knows, it might just be one of the Gryffindors pulling some stupid prank, and he would be able to take points. However, when he rounded the corner, the passage was empty.
He stopped, puzzled, wondering where the offender might have gotten to. Then he heard the click of a door.
Hurrying towards the door, he opened it and walked through into the dark night. Looking around, he was again puzzled when he could not see the person he had been following.
Maybe it was just one of the ghosts, he thought to himself, when a moving shadow darted into the darkness of the nearby Forbidden Forrest. Smiling to himself, he knew he would be able to take large amounts of points and issue long detentions for the student who was in the forest at nighttime. He walked quickly, determined that he would catch the assailant, his quest to Dumbledor completely forgotten as his head told him follow.
He strode into the forest, quickly covering ground and not realising how far he was going. It was only after walking quickly for ten minutes that he realised no student would be stupid enough to come this far into the forest.
A shape darted in and out of the shadows on the edge of his vision. He pulled out his wand and turned to follow it, when another shape darted in and out to his right. He turned again, and was accosted by yet another darting figure. A child's laughter was heard, and then another darting shadow. Soon he was turning all about, confused by movement and sound.
Suddenly he was taken from behind, his wand wrenched from his hand, and he was thrown to the ground. A small dark figure straddled his chest, pinning his arms with its legs.
"Get the fuck off me!" yelled Snape, as he struggled against the person on top of him.
The person lowered it's face close to his and through the darkness, Snape could see the paleness of the skin, the delicate features and the eyes that were slightly reflective in the limited light.
"And why would I do that?" asked Arilyn, a small smile playing across her face.
Snape caught a glimpse of fangs and struggled harder, but it was impossible to move from under her.
"Help!" cried Snape, wishing for anyone, or anything, to come to his aide.
"Shhh," Arilyn hushed him and put a finger over his mouth. "Now now, I wouldn't want to have to hurt you, would I?" she asked mockingly.
"You wont get away with this," warned Snape.
"Get away with what?" she asked innocently, running a sharp nail down the side of his face and licking up the blood.
He scowled at her, and she made a fakely upset face.
"Now, when you go to tell everybody what you know about me, remember this: I live for a long time. I'll hunt you down. I'll hunt your friends and family down. And when I've done away with them, I'll get their children. So be careful. I havn;t hurt anyone at this school. Yet. Don't provoke me."
And with this, she got up and walked away, disappearing into the shadows. Snape lay where he was for a while, too shocked to move. How had she known? But when he sensed eyes watching him, and felt the creatures of the night starting to creep up again, he got up and walked back to the castle, knowing that so many lives now rested on his decision.
When he reached halls of the castle, he turned to head up to Dumbledore's office, but after just a few steps, turned back and headed down to where his rooms lay, deep in the comforting familiarity of his dungeons.
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Disclaimer: (thought I'd better add one!) Everyone so far but Arilyn May belongs to J.K.Rowling. I only wish I owned them. And my description of Arilyn May resembles Anne Rice's vampires, but it is my own. I've just read to many of her books, I can't help it. Keep you're hands or Arilyn or you're bashed.
wishful-thinking3 I know it probably was described a lot like Anne Rice, but that just because I've read a lot of her work, it's rubbed off on me. And I'll try and make the chapters longer.
AngelDragonStar lol I'm glad it's creepy. Thanks.
***
During the next few weeks, Arilyn attended classes along with all the other students, but the night was hers to do with as she wished. Every night, when most everyone was asleep, she would set off to explore her new home. She wandered the halls of Hogwarts, taking into detail everything that she saw. Paintings, wall hangings, secret passages, classrooms, everything was so new to her. She crept about, not making a sound except for the faintest click of her heeled boots. Every time she saw a professor, she simply took another passage or took to the shadows, standing still as if she were simply one of the many statues. She would always have to close her eyes as the passed though, as her eyes took in the small particles of light like a cats', shining through the darkness looking like flat green orbs.
But one night, during the fourth week, when she passed through one of the hallways she came across a door she had never seen before. The door was slightly ajar with light flickering through, as if the room contained a fire. She paused before opening the door, revealing a medium sized room.
It was moderately furnished, with rugs on the stone floors, a few hanging tapestries depicting nothing of importance, but the thing that caught her eye was a large mirror with an ornate gold frame. Underneath it was a small table, and on the table was a simple black candelabra.
She caught a glimpse of her reflection, and was drawn to it. She stared captivated at the way the candle lights created flickering shadows over her face, at one moment catching the paleness of her skin and at another making it look alive. She smiled at herself, and the light caught a flash of small fangs. The lighting made her smile look sinister, and the shadows fell just rightly on her face to make her look truly evil. Any mortal given such a look would surely flee in terror.
"Having fun there?" drawled a voice of someone familiar.
She whirled to face him, startled that she had been so careless as to let someone approach her without her knowing of it. It was Professor Snape, she hadn't even heard him come into the room, and yet he was standing a few feet directly behind her.
"Students are supposed to be in bed, not gazing at themselves in various mirrors, Miss Ijsselstein. I had no idea that you were an exception."
Her eyes narrowed at him, but he did not notice as he was instead looking at the mirror behind her. The reflection of her back was clear, a surprise to him after what he had decided of her.
"Get back to your dorm, before I feel I have to take points off my own house."
So she walked slowly over to the door, acting as if she had all the time in the world and, with one more evil glance aimed over her shoulder at Snape, she tuned and became one with the shadows.
Snape looked into the mirror that she had been staring into, with a feeling of unease. He reached out and touched the cool glass, thinking of what he had seen before. The girl's reflection had been clearly visible, and yet although he had been standing behind her, in clear view of the mirror, his reflection had not been anywhere to be seen. And it still wasn't.
***
Severus Snape went from that room straight into the Library. He scanned down the shelves, pulling out any books on magical or bewitched mirrors. When he had nicely sized stack of them, he sat down at one of the tables, and began searching through the books. It was hard to find what he was looking for, as he wasn't entirely sure of it himself. But when finally, halfway through the seventh book, he came across a picture of a mirror that had a striking resemblance to the one in the room, he stopped to read.
There was a picture of a large mirror with an ornate gold frame, and on closer inspection, he realised that it didn't just resemble the mirror he had earlier seen, but it was exactly like it. Underneath the picture he read:
Ashatay
or
The Mirror of the Dead
Such mirrors are rarely seen, as they are very rare and hard to make.
Ashatay mirrors were created first in ancient times by the Egyptian priests. They were to show only beings that were both alive, and yet also
dead. They were usually placed inside the tombs of kinds, so that the kings would be able to see themselves once they had reached the afterlife, for it was believed that once a person had been dead and had reached new life, normal
mirrors would not hold their reflection. And so with these old curses, more mirrors have been made over time, with
different designs but the same purpose. Any reflective surface can be
bewitched for this purpose.
Such mirrors will not reflect anything that is truly alive, only things
that are dead, or undead, such as zombies, vampires and ghosts.
His suspicions confirmed, he realised he would have to tell someone about what he had found. He stood quickly, and, leaving the books for the elves to replace, set off towards Dumbledores office. He didn't know how the Headmaster had not detected this girl, but he, Severus Snape, would not stand for such a creature to be at this school.
He set off quickly, taking all the shortcuts he knew so that he would arrive at the Headmasters office soon as possible.
When he was halfway there, travelling down a long hallway, he saw something out of the corner of his eye dart around the corner of one of the side halls. He turned to look, his head telling him he should follow and investigate. Who knows, it might just be one of the Gryffindors pulling some stupid prank, and he would be able to take points. However, when he rounded the corner, the passage was empty.
He stopped, puzzled, wondering where the offender might have gotten to. Then he heard the click of a door.
Hurrying towards the door, he opened it and walked through into the dark night. Looking around, he was again puzzled when he could not see the person he had been following.
Maybe it was just one of the ghosts, he thought to himself, when a moving shadow darted into the darkness of the nearby Forbidden Forrest. Smiling to himself, he knew he would be able to take large amounts of points and issue long detentions for the student who was in the forest at nighttime. He walked quickly, determined that he would catch the assailant, his quest to Dumbledor completely forgotten as his head told him follow.
He strode into the forest, quickly covering ground and not realising how far he was going. It was only after walking quickly for ten minutes that he realised no student would be stupid enough to come this far into the forest.
A shape darted in and out of the shadows on the edge of his vision. He pulled out his wand and turned to follow it, when another shape darted in and out to his right. He turned again, and was accosted by yet another darting figure. A child's laughter was heard, and then another darting shadow. Soon he was turning all about, confused by movement and sound.
Suddenly he was taken from behind, his wand wrenched from his hand, and he was thrown to the ground. A small dark figure straddled his chest, pinning his arms with its legs.
"Get the fuck off me!" yelled Snape, as he struggled against the person on top of him.
The person lowered it's face close to his and through the darkness, Snape could see the paleness of the skin, the delicate features and the eyes that were slightly reflective in the limited light.
"And why would I do that?" asked Arilyn, a small smile playing across her face.
Snape caught a glimpse of fangs and struggled harder, but it was impossible to move from under her.
"Help!" cried Snape, wishing for anyone, or anything, to come to his aide.
"Shhh," Arilyn hushed him and put a finger over his mouth. "Now now, I wouldn't want to have to hurt you, would I?" she asked mockingly.
"You wont get away with this," warned Snape.
"Get away with what?" she asked innocently, running a sharp nail down the side of his face and licking up the blood.
He scowled at her, and she made a fakely upset face.
"Now, when you go to tell everybody what you know about me, remember this: I live for a long time. I'll hunt you down. I'll hunt your friends and family down. And when I've done away with them, I'll get their children. So be careful. I havn;t hurt anyone at this school. Yet. Don't provoke me."
And with this, she got up and walked away, disappearing into the shadows. Snape lay where he was for a while, too shocked to move. How had she known? But when he sensed eyes watching him, and felt the creatures of the night starting to creep up again, he got up and walked back to the castle, knowing that so many lives now rested on his decision.
When he reached halls of the castle, he turned to head up to Dumbledore's office, but after just a few steps, turned back and headed down to where his rooms lay, deep in the comforting familiarity of his dungeons.
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