Chapter 2
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of ff. net, Ara!
Disclaimer: Not my characters, but my decision on how they're used.
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"Never underestimate a man until you've stepped in his shoes without the socks."
"My, my, what is Potter doing here? Shouldn't you be with Dumbledore, or are you afraid that he'll wind up just like your doggie godfather?" Draco taunted as Kasiuya had closed the door of the room and walked down the hallway, leaving them to talk. Kasiuya, being the Muggle she was, did not know that the new students recognized each other, and even more, despised to the point where they were close to killing each other. Harry, his temper already risen from the fact of Draco's presence, had reached for his wand and now raised it to chest level.
"I have my reasons for being here, Malfoy," Harry muttered under his breath as he huffed, trying to get in control of his emotions. Ever since he had left Hogwarts, Harry had been prone to even more nightmares to the grave, to the veil, at first seeing Cedric, then seeing Sirius. Both having died from one of Lord Voldemort's supporters; both having a rather close relationship with him, both innocent lives, fighting for one Cause-and both dying for it. Why hadn't he, Harry, died from Lord Voldemort yet? His parents, his godfather, the many members of the original Order, plus countless of innocent civilians had been tortured and killed by that madman- and yet he survived. Why? He thought, then he remembered, that damn prophecy Sibyll Trelawney had made nearly sixteen years ago. 'Knows a power the Dark Lord knows not' She had said, she had rumbled in her dark, low, menacing voice rather than her ethereal one. And it just be his luck that of all things, Dumbledore did not have much information on the power hidden in the Department of Mysteries, so he decided that for Harry's sake (and the sake of many others) to go to a school that he had seen in his dreams. How he could remember what he saw last night-
"The Alpha, the Omega , the first..and the last. All for one Cause: to maintain the balance within our world. The upset is evident, it is causing too many people to die. The balance must be reset, the power must be awaken, given to the one who most resists it- the one who wishes for death himself, because it is painless-" The voice had sounded familiar, ethereal, celestial yet realistic. The figure was that of a female, dressed in a black shawl that reached down to the ground, tall and dominant. She held a book in her left hand, while she raised a wand in her right hand.
"But, how can we ever convince him to use it?" Another voice asked, in a quiet and timid voice.
"The way he knows of it now. By mere dream and mind penetration, we shall give him such cases..of death, destruction, and chaos. And perhaps then, he will understand."
But the dream had changed on him once more...
"You have done such good service to me, my dear woman, to actually try to find this power before Dumbledore does. But I am afraid we have been beaten there again." The voice, icy and cold, now sounded like it was in defeat. "Such slack shall not be tolerated"
"Master, please, I didn't know" The woman pleaded as he could hear the kisses near his feet. The next thing he heard was a loud, high-pitched scream along with laughter. The mere satisfaction of seeing his servants in pain..
"Oh??" Draco said mockingly, "I suppose the same would go for me, but let's be honest, Potter. We're both after the same thing, aren't we?" He then had a smug look on his face. Harry scowled.
"Yes, but I know that you're getting it for Lord Voldemort, who only wants to abuse the power" Harry retorted.
"As with Dumbledore would do something so 'noble' and 'pure' with the power. He wouldn't even experiment with the power, and never get to experience its full potential," Draco droned on, "The Dark Lord would be sure to push the power to its extent"-
At this an owl flew in and an envelope landed in Draco's hands. He tore it open, and began reading the letter. Immediately, his face fell.
Dear son,
It is nice to know that you arrived at the school safe and secure, but unfortunately, Dumbledore, the fool sent someone there also. Master was not pleased with your mother's inaccuracy, so he nearly tortured her to death. She's in a deep coma at the moment, and I can't stand to put her in St. Mungo's at the moment. Take care, and try to find more about the power first-Father
"Looks like your old mum wasn't up to scratch with Lord Voldemort," Harry teased, also looking at the letter, finally pleased to see his rival suffer a loss in his life. Draco turned and raised his wand once more.
"Potter, don't you talk about my mum , at least I had one," He scathed, Harry glared.
"Didn't we all? At least my mother did the right thing all of the time!"
"Your mother was a Mudblood"- At this point, both of the boys were yelling at each other, but before they could jinx one another, the door opened, and there stood Kasiuya once more.
"It looks like you two DO know each other. That was expected," She whispered softly, eyeing the wands before they had a chance to stuff them away. It was pointless now, for she knew what they were.
Finally, chapter 2 is done. Read this, Read Luna, and review!!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Note: Shoutout to ff.net writer Mithmegil: Welcome to the wonderful world
of ff. net, Ara!
Disclaimer: Not my characters, but my decision on how they're used.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Never underestimate a man until you've stepped in his shoes without the socks."
"My, my, what is Potter doing here? Shouldn't you be with Dumbledore, or are you afraid that he'll wind up just like your doggie godfather?" Draco taunted as Kasiuya had closed the door of the room and walked down the hallway, leaving them to talk. Kasiuya, being the Muggle she was, did not know that the new students recognized each other, and even more, despised to the point where they were close to killing each other. Harry, his temper already risen from the fact of Draco's presence, had reached for his wand and now raised it to chest level.
"I have my reasons for being here, Malfoy," Harry muttered under his breath as he huffed, trying to get in control of his emotions. Ever since he had left Hogwarts, Harry had been prone to even more nightmares to the grave, to the veil, at first seeing Cedric, then seeing Sirius. Both having died from one of Lord Voldemort's supporters; both having a rather close relationship with him, both innocent lives, fighting for one Cause-and both dying for it. Why hadn't he, Harry, died from Lord Voldemort yet? His parents, his godfather, the many members of the original Order, plus countless of innocent civilians had been tortured and killed by that madman- and yet he survived. Why? He thought, then he remembered, that damn prophecy Sibyll Trelawney had made nearly sixteen years ago. 'Knows a power the Dark Lord knows not' She had said, she had rumbled in her dark, low, menacing voice rather than her ethereal one. And it just be his luck that of all things, Dumbledore did not have much information on the power hidden in the Department of Mysteries, so he decided that for Harry's sake (and the sake of many others) to go to a school that he had seen in his dreams. How he could remember what he saw last night-
"The Alpha, the Omega , the first..and the last. All for one Cause: to maintain the balance within our world. The upset is evident, it is causing too many people to die. The balance must be reset, the power must be awaken, given to the one who most resists it- the one who wishes for death himself, because it is painless-" The voice had sounded familiar, ethereal, celestial yet realistic. The figure was that of a female, dressed in a black shawl that reached down to the ground, tall and dominant. She held a book in her left hand, while she raised a wand in her right hand.
"But, how can we ever convince him to use it?" Another voice asked, in a quiet and timid voice.
"The way he knows of it now. By mere dream and mind penetration, we shall give him such cases..of death, destruction, and chaos. And perhaps then, he will understand."
But the dream had changed on him once more...
"You have done such good service to me, my dear woman, to actually try to find this power before Dumbledore does. But I am afraid we have been beaten there again." The voice, icy and cold, now sounded like it was in defeat. "Such slack shall not be tolerated"
"Master, please, I didn't know" The woman pleaded as he could hear the kisses near his feet. The next thing he heard was a loud, high-pitched scream along with laughter. The mere satisfaction of seeing his servants in pain..
"Oh??" Draco said mockingly, "I suppose the same would go for me, but let's be honest, Potter. We're both after the same thing, aren't we?" He then had a smug look on his face. Harry scowled.
"Yes, but I know that you're getting it for Lord Voldemort, who only wants to abuse the power" Harry retorted.
"As with Dumbledore would do something so 'noble' and 'pure' with the power. He wouldn't even experiment with the power, and never get to experience its full potential," Draco droned on, "The Dark Lord would be sure to push the power to its extent"-
At this an owl flew in and an envelope landed in Draco's hands. He tore it open, and began reading the letter. Immediately, his face fell.
Dear son,
It is nice to know that you arrived at the school safe and secure, but unfortunately, Dumbledore, the fool sent someone there also. Master was not pleased with your mother's inaccuracy, so he nearly tortured her to death. She's in a deep coma at the moment, and I can't stand to put her in St. Mungo's at the moment. Take care, and try to find more about the power first-Father
"Looks like your old mum wasn't up to scratch with Lord Voldemort," Harry teased, also looking at the letter, finally pleased to see his rival suffer a loss in his life. Draco turned and raised his wand once more.
"Potter, don't you talk about my mum , at least I had one," He scathed, Harry glared.
"Didn't we all? At least my mother did the right thing all of the time!"
"Your mother was a Mudblood"- At this point, both of the boys were yelling at each other, but before they could jinx one another, the door opened, and there stood Kasiuya once more.
"It looks like you two DO know each other. That was expected," She whispered softly, eyeing the wands before they had a chance to stuff them away. It was pointless now, for she knew what they were.
Finally, chapter 2 is done. Read this, Read Luna, and review!!!!!
