LK: hello, everybody! Hey, thank you ALL for the kind, constructive
criticism, (and constructive comments,) and if you sent me a constructive
flame, I hope I never see your name on my review list again. If you don't
like to read my story, I don't want to hear about how much you don't like
it repeatedly. THANK YOU. Ahem, moving right along...
POV: Sarah Parseltongue in bold. *: Random note, means that I am too lazy to write: (A/N: ) **: mind link. //: thought. //#: blocked thought **~: weak mind link. YA'LL HAPPY, NOW? Is it spelled out clearly enuff, fer ya? Well, ain't that niice.
A/N: for all of you who are normal and don't read other people's reviews, I am doing many things just to be annoying, and to make sure that I don't have any reluctant readers. I am now going to explain Sarah's Dreams (note the title,) so that you now understand why she calls people by their first names and why she hates all of the Death Eaters SOOOO much. It might be a little contradictory, b/c I am doing this to empty my thoughts. All right, on with the story...
Chapter 5: Sarah's Dreams.
*Flashback*
It all seemed so unreal. One moment, she had been a little girl child, sitting on the ground, and the next, she looked remarkably like the woman she had heard screaming just before she opened her eyes for the first time. The one who had held her and her brother. The one who had sang to them. The one that told them that she loved them...
The one she had been taken away from.
She heard a scream; felt a sharp pain and a great amount of weight on top of her. She knew she shouldn't be able to hold this much weight without being crushed.
She heard cruel laughter, and an incantation. And suddenly, it all made sense. That man, with the slits instead of eyes, he was Voldemort. He had killed her parents. He had made her so much... older looking. He had made her look like... a teenager. All of these thoughts came at her with a rush, and now she understood the world at large. She knew that she was now one of the smarter people that walked the face of the earth.
It was his fault.
He had given her all of the knowledge that he possessed within him, ALL of his fantasies, all of his perverted dreams, all of his research, but most importantly, all of the spells. All of the wonderful spells. They filled her mind, captivated her heart, and enlightened her soul. The man on top of her, whom she had so carefully ignored until now, she threw away with enough magical force that it was a wonder he didn't die, then and there. His name, was Lucius. Yes, that was his name, Lucius Malfoy. She wondered what his wife would say if she knew what his newest entertainment was like. She grinned at the prospect. And then, she turned to face him.
"Good evening, sir. What do you want from me?"
"Nothing more than you've already given to me, dear. You have given me more that my wildest dreams could have ever spit out: you have given me a challenge." She stared at the man hopelessly confused, but more than ready to keep the challenge alive, because she knew that as soon as the challenge he saw in her died, he would kill her.
"Listen to, me all of you!" She screamed to the gathering of men there. When she heard Voldemort laughing, she turned and stared at him, blazing mad.
"Gentlemen, behold, my wildest, best creation since the spell that hangs above us! Behold, I give you the daughter of my soul!" She jerked, shocked. Not because of what he said, but the language he used. The men actually understood what he said, where-as they had looked mystified and confused when she spoke. Voldemort laughed, and switched back to the previous tongue. "My dear, that is English. Is it beyond you?"
"No, but if ... that was English, what are we speaking now?" Curiosity overran confusion, and she submitted to the biting and mocking laughter.
"This is Parseltongue, wench! English is a different matter all together. Learn them both. Now, what were you going to say to my fine collection of followers?"
With noticeable effort, she switch to... English. It sounded shady even in her head! "Gentlemen! Hear me now! This night's events will not be repeated! If there is to be domination in this gathering, so be it, but it will be I, not you, who dominates. From here on, we will know how well you serve!" she turned to Voldemort, and switched to Parseltongue. "What would someone use to mark another thing... permanently?"
Cold, cruel laughter filled the air. "A brand."
"Get one. One that looks like the symbol in the sky at the moment. And build a fire, hot enough to consume a man."
"Yes, Milady. Anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes, actually, there is. Shut up." Voldemort gasped, indignant. "What? You expect me to fear you? After you very nearly gave me everything you know? I think not, sir."
"Please call me Father."
"All alright then, Father, are you going to do what I have asked, or am I going to have to do it myself?!"
A mind-wrenching laugh squeezed her head. "Yes, dear, I'll get them for you. Anything for the daughter of my soul."
And as the screams filled the air, for the first time, Sarah felt in control.
* End Flashback.*
LK: Sorry if that chapter disturbed any of you. *sniff* I can't believe I did that too her! I'm horrified at my own imagination. But, that is the price of writing. I apologize, I left out the disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the references to Harry Potter or The Dark Jewels Trilogy.
LK: oh, just learned something. If you want to know when I put my next chapter up, give me you ID # and I'll give you mine. put it in the Author Alerts thing, and then we'll know when we put up new chappys or stories, ok?
LK's ID#: 429579
Thank you, have a nice day. (what am I?)
POV: Sarah Parseltongue in bold. *: Random note, means that I am too lazy to write: (A/N: ) **: mind link. //: thought. //#: blocked thought **~: weak mind link. YA'LL HAPPY, NOW? Is it spelled out clearly enuff, fer ya? Well, ain't that niice.
A/N: for all of you who are normal and don't read other people's reviews, I am doing many things just to be annoying, and to make sure that I don't have any reluctant readers. I am now going to explain Sarah's Dreams (note the title,) so that you now understand why she calls people by their first names and why she hates all of the Death Eaters SOOOO much. It might be a little contradictory, b/c I am doing this to empty my thoughts. All right, on with the story...
Chapter 5: Sarah's Dreams.
*Flashback*
It all seemed so unreal. One moment, she had been a little girl child, sitting on the ground, and the next, she looked remarkably like the woman she had heard screaming just before she opened her eyes for the first time. The one who had held her and her brother. The one who had sang to them. The one that told them that she loved them...
The one she had been taken away from.
She heard a scream; felt a sharp pain and a great amount of weight on top of her. She knew she shouldn't be able to hold this much weight without being crushed.
She heard cruel laughter, and an incantation. And suddenly, it all made sense. That man, with the slits instead of eyes, he was Voldemort. He had killed her parents. He had made her so much... older looking. He had made her look like... a teenager. All of these thoughts came at her with a rush, and now she understood the world at large. She knew that she was now one of the smarter people that walked the face of the earth.
It was his fault.
He had given her all of the knowledge that he possessed within him, ALL of his fantasies, all of his perverted dreams, all of his research, but most importantly, all of the spells. All of the wonderful spells. They filled her mind, captivated her heart, and enlightened her soul. The man on top of her, whom she had so carefully ignored until now, she threw away with enough magical force that it was a wonder he didn't die, then and there. His name, was Lucius. Yes, that was his name, Lucius Malfoy. She wondered what his wife would say if she knew what his newest entertainment was like. She grinned at the prospect. And then, she turned to face him.
"Good evening, sir. What do you want from me?"
"Nothing more than you've already given to me, dear. You have given me more that my wildest dreams could have ever spit out: you have given me a challenge." She stared at the man hopelessly confused, but more than ready to keep the challenge alive, because she knew that as soon as the challenge he saw in her died, he would kill her.
"Listen to, me all of you!" She screamed to the gathering of men there. When she heard Voldemort laughing, she turned and stared at him, blazing mad.
"Gentlemen, behold, my wildest, best creation since the spell that hangs above us! Behold, I give you the daughter of my soul!" She jerked, shocked. Not because of what he said, but the language he used. The men actually understood what he said, where-as they had looked mystified and confused when she spoke. Voldemort laughed, and switched back to the previous tongue. "My dear, that is English. Is it beyond you?"
"No, but if ... that was English, what are we speaking now?" Curiosity overran confusion, and she submitted to the biting and mocking laughter.
"This is Parseltongue, wench! English is a different matter all together. Learn them both. Now, what were you going to say to my fine collection of followers?"
With noticeable effort, she switch to... English. It sounded shady even in her head! "Gentlemen! Hear me now! This night's events will not be repeated! If there is to be domination in this gathering, so be it, but it will be I, not you, who dominates. From here on, we will know how well you serve!" she turned to Voldemort, and switched to Parseltongue. "What would someone use to mark another thing... permanently?"
Cold, cruel laughter filled the air. "A brand."
"Get one. One that looks like the symbol in the sky at the moment. And build a fire, hot enough to consume a man."
"Yes, Milady. Anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes, actually, there is. Shut up." Voldemort gasped, indignant. "What? You expect me to fear you? After you very nearly gave me everything you know? I think not, sir."
"Please call me Father."
"All alright then, Father, are you going to do what I have asked, or am I going to have to do it myself?!"
A mind-wrenching laugh squeezed her head. "Yes, dear, I'll get them for you. Anything for the daughter of my soul."
And as the screams filled the air, for the first time, Sarah felt in control.
* End Flashback.*
LK: Sorry if that chapter disturbed any of you. *sniff* I can't believe I did that too her! I'm horrified at my own imagination. But, that is the price of writing. I apologize, I left out the disclaimer:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the references to Harry Potter or The Dark Jewels Trilogy.
LK: oh, just learned something. If you want to know when I put my next chapter up, give me you ID # and I'll give you mine. put it in the Author Alerts thing, and then we'll know when we put up new chappys or stories, ok?
LK's ID#: 429579
Thank you, have a nice day. (what am I?)