*Secrets of a Past*
"Alright wizard boy, I will tell you of my past and way I'm here."
Draco was still very stunned and just sat down in the nearest chair. He was still worried about his host sister for the cuts on her arms where bleeding a lot and just running down her arms. But, Draco was a little too scared to move against the spirit who was right behind her so he just waited for him to speak.
Sling his arms around the Pandora he began his story. A short while into the story she feel asleep, in his embrace well he told the story of her family's past to the boy wizard. In the morning she would have to speak to him about all of this. For now, however, she snuggled into spirit's arms and listened to his soothing voice.
I have been with this family for over 300yrs. I am their protector and guardian. I came upon them well I was wondering the spirit plan aimlessly. For you see when a muggle spirit dies, the often go to heaven if not the spirit my roam but it has no real form. When a wizarding spirit dies it can go to heaven but if it chose to roam it has much power and form. As I'm sure you know from the multiple wizard ghosts that you see around.
So what am I then? Well I don't really know, since I was not a wizard as far as I know, having not remembered anything of my living life, nor was I a muggle because well as you can see I have more form then a muggle spirit. In short I'm an enigma.
What I do know however is that when I ran across this family they seemed to be able to feed me life, giving me the power to not get lost in the vastness of time. Before them there are blurs of things some from when I was a spirit and others from when I was a being with a true form.
Since the day I found them there for I have stayed with them fallowing every other female descendents of which there has always been one. I become their trust companion and friend, and give them everything that is with in my power to give. In return they give me small amounts of their life force, whenever I my need it. If I'm not giving their life force I fade and become despondent as I was before.
For you see when I meet the first of this family line, it was during a voodoo calling. This young girl's ancestors were calling for a spirit to help them exact revenge, and thus had cut them selves for the blood sacrifice needed. Their blood insistently called out to be and drew me to it, and ever since it has been my life force. No other blood has ever giving me what I need to remain as I am, giving me power and thought.
"That is all I can tell you, young wizarding boy."
Draco looked stunned at the spirit before him. Never before had he encountered such a thing. Despite his vast knowledge of by light and dark magic as well as creatures, there was nothing that he knew of that was like the spirit before him. Or for that matter would act like the spirit before. This fact alone unsettled Draco greatly because nothing good would be so unknown, and nothing evil would be so unrecorded. For all dark things are recorded and passed down till they are lost and forgotten. Unlike the light arts, they must stay hidden in words and used or known of only when need be.
In short this thing was not light because it was unheard of and thing of light magic creature or other wise has not been heard of and kept in regular knowledge. Nor was there anything in dark magic that he had ever read or come cross that was remotely like this creature. So there was only one conclusion he could come to and it chilled him to the bone.
This creature, spirit or thing what ever you chose to call it was something of dark magic that was lost. The literature on it or about it was ether so rare that maybe only a small portion was left in some obscure book rutting somewhere or was total lost. Ether way this creature was dark that much one could be assured of. And anything involved or dealing with dark magic is deadly and powerful, when it is unknown what could be done to control or subdue it.
Draco looked at the creature, who had his arms wrapped tightly around his host sister, "what do you remember of your life?" He knew the spirit had said nothing, but it most remember something. And maybe if Draco knew of what it was in life he could try to find out what it was in death. Sure he did not have any books to reference here, but his friends in Slythiern did, he would just have to owl them.
Sorry for not updating for so long I hope you enjoy.
Pandora
"Alright wizard boy, I will tell you of my past and way I'm here."
Draco was still very stunned and just sat down in the nearest chair. He was still worried about his host sister for the cuts on her arms where bleeding a lot and just running down her arms. But, Draco was a little too scared to move against the spirit who was right behind her so he just waited for him to speak.
Sling his arms around the Pandora he began his story. A short while into the story she feel asleep, in his embrace well he told the story of her family's past to the boy wizard. In the morning she would have to speak to him about all of this. For now, however, she snuggled into spirit's arms and listened to his soothing voice.
I have been with this family for over 300yrs. I am their protector and guardian. I came upon them well I was wondering the spirit plan aimlessly. For you see when a muggle spirit dies, the often go to heaven if not the spirit my roam but it has no real form. When a wizarding spirit dies it can go to heaven but if it chose to roam it has much power and form. As I'm sure you know from the multiple wizard ghosts that you see around.
So what am I then? Well I don't really know, since I was not a wizard as far as I know, having not remembered anything of my living life, nor was I a muggle because well as you can see I have more form then a muggle spirit. In short I'm an enigma.
What I do know however is that when I ran across this family they seemed to be able to feed me life, giving me the power to not get lost in the vastness of time. Before them there are blurs of things some from when I was a spirit and others from when I was a being with a true form.
Since the day I found them there for I have stayed with them fallowing every other female descendents of which there has always been one. I become their trust companion and friend, and give them everything that is with in my power to give. In return they give me small amounts of their life force, whenever I my need it. If I'm not giving their life force I fade and become despondent as I was before.
For you see when I meet the first of this family line, it was during a voodoo calling. This young girl's ancestors were calling for a spirit to help them exact revenge, and thus had cut them selves for the blood sacrifice needed. Their blood insistently called out to be and drew me to it, and ever since it has been my life force. No other blood has ever giving me what I need to remain as I am, giving me power and thought.
"That is all I can tell you, young wizarding boy."
Draco looked stunned at the spirit before him. Never before had he encountered such a thing. Despite his vast knowledge of by light and dark magic as well as creatures, there was nothing that he knew of that was like the spirit before him. Or for that matter would act like the spirit before. This fact alone unsettled Draco greatly because nothing good would be so unknown, and nothing evil would be so unrecorded. For all dark things are recorded and passed down till they are lost and forgotten. Unlike the light arts, they must stay hidden in words and used or known of only when need be.
In short this thing was not light because it was unheard of and thing of light magic creature or other wise has not been heard of and kept in regular knowledge. Nor was there anything in dark magic that he had ever read or come cross that was remotely like this creature. So there was only one conclusion he could come to and it chilled him to the bone.
This creature, spirit or thing what ever you chose to call it was something of dark magic that was lost. The literature on it or about it was ether so rare that maybe only a small portion was left in some obscure book rutting somewhere or was total lost. Ether way this creature was dark that much one could be assured of. And anything involved or dealing with dark magic is deadly and powerful, when it is unknown what could be done to control or subdue it.
Draco looked at the creature, who had his arms wrapped tightly around his host sister, "what do you remember of your life?" He knew the spirit had said nothing, but it most remember something. And maybe if Draco knew of what it was in life he could try to find out what it was in death. Sure he did not have any books to reference here, but his friends in Slythiern did, he would just have to owl them.
Sorry for not updating for so long I hope you enjoy.
Pandora
