Daphne: "Here is the second chapter! Enjoy, and please review!"
Hogwarts-Sakura Style
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 2.
*Dream*
A young man of about seventeen, with blonde hair, stood gazing up at a tall, three story house. It was a dark, cloudy night, perfect for his mission. The young man was dressed in a long black robe, and he wore a black sock-like mask over his face, with eye-holes and a mouth hole, so he could speak, if need be. Suddenly, a man appeared beside him, an older version of the boy. Then, three more young men came up behind them.
"Now, you know what is expected of you, to become a death eater. Each of you will enter the house, one at a time, and kill a member of the family. Only after you do this, will you be branded as one of Voldemort's Death Eaters. Now, you will go in, in this order. Crabbe, you are first, and you have the father. Goyle, you are second, and you have the mother. Flint, you are third and you have the son. Draco.you are last. You have the daughter, and the duty of destroying the hose when you are through." At these words, the older man motioned to a large young man, and then he left. The young man pulled a stick-like thing out of his pocket, and said something. There was a flash, and the front door of the big house opened silently. The young man entered, while the others watched, breathless. After about ten minutes, there was a flash of green light, and then the young man came out of the house, triumphantly. Then the second entered. Both he and the third executed their tasks easily, without any sound or raising suspicion from the neighbors. Now it was the first boy's turn.
He confidently walked into the house and up a flight of stairs. The house was dark, so he pulled out a stick, similar to the first boy's, and he murmured something. All at once, a light emitted from the end of his stick, and he continued on. In the middle of the second-floor hallway, he placed his stick in the center of his hand and whispered something. The stick spun, and then pointed at a door, near the end of the hall. The young man, smirked and quietly opened the door. Inside, was a large room, full of a rocking chair, plastic and plush toys, and rattles. It was then that the young man realized that the daughter of the house.was a baby. He spotted the crib in the corner of the room, and walked over to it, his stick pointed threateningly at the crib. Inside the crib, lay a little bundle of blankets and a tuft of white-blonde hair. The boy raised his stick towards the baby, and was about to murmur something else, when.the baby turned over.
Bleary little sky-blue eyes met the boy's own icy-blue eyes, and a tiny whimper emitted from the baby's rosy lips. The young man stood, entranced, and unable to move. The baby gave a gurgle, and then it raised a tiny hand into the air, reaching for the boy. The boy gave a strangled gasp and he quickly stepped away from the crib. It was then that he realized that he would *never* be able to put out that little ray of life. He simply could not do it. Maybe it had been something in those sky-blue eyes that had done it, or maybe it was just the fact that this little innocent life could do nothing to defend itself from the horrible fate placed in front of it. Whatever the reason, the boy then made one of the hardest choices of his life. With quick precision, the young man scooped up the little baby, and rushed out of the room, thinking quickly. Instead of exiting the silent house the way that he had come, he chose to leave through a side door, and then he ran out onto the back lawn. Hurriedly, he turned around, and pointed his stick at the house.
"Imensaro Destroyo!" He shouted, and then turned and dashed away into the night, the tiny bundle still clenched in his arms. In his wake, stood a tall, quickly burning house, with flames licking its roof and sending dark, appalling smoke into the night sky.
*End this part of dream*
Thousands of miles away, a girl with long, auburn hair turned over in bed, struggling to regain consciousness, but not succeeding. Still another dream found its way into her head.
*New Dream*
A tall, blonde haired young man with a bundle in his arms, ran down a dank flight of stairs, and into a large, dark room. Inside, there was a man, who was standing over a large, cauldron-like thing. The man turned and his dark eyes widened when he caught sight of the boy. The blond haired lad hurried up to the man and they began to talk in hushed whispers. All at once, the older man gave a start, and then lead the blonde boy out of the room and up to a statue that resembled a gargoyle. It jumped aside, and the two men entered it, rushing up a flight of stairs and then opening a door.
Inside this room stood an old man, with a long white beard and he was wearing blue robes. He turned, a bit surprised to see them, but he listened patiently as the young man explained his dilemma. Then he gave a nod and looked as though he was thinking. He gave another nod, and then exited the room, leaving the other two to follow closely, with confused looks on their faces.
The bearded man walked down another flight of stairs and then walked along a passageway until he reached a large picture portraying fruit in a bowl. The man rubbed the picture, and it formed a door handle. He reached up and opened the portrait, revealing a large, hidden room, that looked to be a kitchen. Immediately, the three men were greeted by tiny, funny-looking creatures that bowed to them and then insisted that they sit down.
One creature, however, took one look at the blonde boy, and he gave a yell. The bearded man calmed it, and then began to talk. Another creature walked up beside the first and glared at the blonde boy, who knelt down and showed it the bundle in his arms. The creature looked timid, but it slowly opened the blankets, and gave a gasp. Inside, lay a tiny little blonde-haired human girl! She was fast asleep, her little fist clenched around a button on her nightdress. The creature gaped at the baby, and then looked pleadingly at the first creature. It looked unsure, but it nodded, not wishing to disappoint its companion. The blonde-haired young man gave the creature a relieved smile, and then he handed the baby to the second little creature, which looked to be a female. She gently pulled the little baby close, and began to coo over it.
*End Dream*
~*~*~*~
Far away, a pair of emerald colored eyes opened, and stared at the ceiling.
"What on earth was that about?" She asked outloud. Suddenly, a yellow, stuffed-animal looking-thing popped up beside her.
"Hello?!" He shouted, causing the girl to shriek and sit up in her bed.
"Kero! I told you never to do that! You know how much that scares me!"
"Sorry, Sakura! But have you forgotten? We are going to England today!" At Kero's words, Sakura gave another shriek and jumped out of bed.
"Oh no! Am I late? I hope Tomoyo won't be angry."
"Sakura! Calm down! You still have three hours! I was just getting you up early, so you could finish packing!" Kero said, patting her shoulder. She calmed down and gave him a smile.
"I'm sorry! It was just.that dream was so real, almost like it had really happened." Sakura whispered, remembering how sad the blonde-haired boy had looked when he had handed the baby to that.creature-that-she-couldn't-name.
"Oh. Do you think that it was prophetic?" Kero asked. Sakura shook her head.
"No. If anything, it was telling me of something that happened in the past. But what, I don't know." She said thoughtfully, pulling on a delicate, white peasant-blouse, and a flowery pink skirt that reached to just below her knees. She then slipped on a pair of silky socks, and then a pair of sparkly pink sandals. She walked over to her dresser, picked up a hairbrush, and attacked her hair, pulling it up into a long ponytail.
"I am going down to breakfast! Are you coming?" Sakura asked, throwing open her bedroom door and looking happier than she had in years. Kero smiled.
"I'll be right there." He called, as she skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. He then looked over the things she had already packed, and sighed. There was nothing to remind her of the gaki, anywhere in sight. When Syaoran had left, she had thrown away almost all her pictures of him, and had locked all of the things he had ever given her, away in a drawer.
Looking over, Kero was stunned to see that the drawer that held all of Syaoran's things, was unlocked, and empty! Quickly, Kero zoomed around Sakura's room, trying to find them. At long last, he decided to check in her suitcase, and he hit the jackpot! She had taken all of the things that reminded her of Syaoran, and put them in a secret pocket inside her suitcase! From what Kero could see, there was the picture of Tomoyo, Syaoran, and Sakura, a hair ribbon that Syaoran had given to her before he had left, some more pictures of him, that Kero didn't even know she had.and a single letter that he had written to her from the plane, on his way back to China the second time. Kero didn't know that she had this, either.
"Don't worry, Sakura. You will see your *gaki* soon enough." Kero mumbled, as he quickly flew from the room and down to the kitchen.
~*~*~*~
"Hey! Sakura, over here!"
Sakura looked across the crowded airport to see Rika waving her hand in the air and beckoning her frantically. Sakura grinned and ran over to her friend.
"Where have you been?" Rika asked, as she and Sakura walked over to where Tomoyo stood, looking out the window.
"Sorry. It took my brother forever to say goodbye, and threaten me all he needed to. You would think that I was leaving forever!" She muttered, causing her two friends to laugh.
"Your brother is *way* too overprotective of you!" Rika giggled. Sakura sighed and rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Tomoyo grinned, and then pulled out her video camera.
"Guess what? I charmed it so it would work inside Hogwarts!" She crowed, making Sakura and Rika groan.
"I thought that we weren't allowed to do magic outside of school." Rika chided, making Tomoyo grin.
"I wrote Dumbledore and asked if I could. He gave me permission, just this once." She said, turning on the camera and training it on her sweat- dropping friends.
"Will all passengers boarding flight two-thirty-nine seats twenty-four A through seventeen B, please check in now?" A voice over the intercom called. Sakura and Rika looked at each other in relief, and then bolted for the gate.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Tomoyo shrieked, racing after them, her camera still clenched in her hand.
~*~*~*~
Hogwarts-Sakura Style
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 2.
*Dream*
A young man of about seventeen, with blonde hair, stood gazing up at a tall, three story house. It was a dark, cloudy night, perfect for his mission. The young man was dressed in a long black robe, and he wore a black sock-like mask over his face, with eye-holes and a mouth hole, so he could speak, if need be. Suddenly, a man appeared beside him, an older version of the boy. Then, three more young men came up behind them.
"Now, you know what is expected of you, to become a death eater. Each of you will enter the house, one at a time, and kill a member of the family. Only after you do this, will you be branded as one of Voldemort's Death Eaters. Now, you will go in, in this order. Crabbe, you are first, and you have the father. Goyle, you are second, and you have the mother. Flint, you are third and you have the son. Draco.you are last. You have the daughter, and the duty of destroying the hose when you are through." At these words, the older man motioned to a large young man, and then he left. The young man pulled a stick-like thing out of his pocket, and said something. There was a flash, and the front door of the big house opened silently. The young man entered, while the others watched, breathless. After about ten minutes, there was a flash of green light, and then the young man came out of the house, triumphantly. Then the second entered. Both he and the third executed their tasks easily, without any sound or raising suspicion from the neighbors. Now it was the first boy's turn.
He confidently walked into the house and up a flight of stairs. The house was dark, so he pulled out a stick, similar to the first boy's, and he murmured something. All at once, a light emitted from the end of his stick, and he continued on. In the middle of the second-floor hallway, he placed his stick in the center of his hand and whispered something. The stick spun, and then pointed at a door, near the end of the hall. The young man, smirked and quietly opened the door. Inside, was a large room, full of a rocking chair, plastic and plush toys, and rattles. It was then that the young man realized that the daughter of the house.was a baby. He spotted the crib in the corner of the room, and walked over to it, his stick pointed threateningly at the crib. Inside the crib, lay a little bundle of blankets and a tuft of white-blonde hair. The boy raised his stick towards the baby, and was about to murmur something else, when.the baby turned over.
Bleary little sky-blue eyes met the boy's own icy-blue eyes, and a tiny whimper emitted from the baby's rosy lips. The young man stood, entranced, and unable to move. The baby gave a gurgle, and then it raised a tiny hand into the air, reaching for the boy. The boy gave a strangled gasp and he quickly stepped away from the crib. It was then that he realized that he would *never* be able to put out that little ray of life. He simply could not do it. Maybe it had been something in those sky-blue eyes that had done it, or maybe it was just the fact that this little innocent life could do nothing to defend itself from the horrible fate placed in front of it. Whatever the reason, the boy then made one of the hardest choices of his life. With quick precision, the young man scooped up the little baby, and rushed out of the room, thinking quickly. Instead of exiting the silent house the way that he had come, he chose to leave through a side door, and then he ran out onto the back lawn. Hurriedly, he turned around, and pointed his stick at the house.
"Imensaro Destroyo!" He shouted, and then turned and dashed away into the night, the tiny bundle still clenched in his arms. In his wake, stood a tall, quickly burning house, with flames licking its roof and sending dark, appalling smoke into the night sky.
*End this part of dream*
Thousands of miles away, a girl with long, auburn hair turned over in bed, struggling to regain consciousness, but not succeeding. Still another dream found its way into her head.
*New Dream*
A tall, blonde haired young man with a bundle in his arms, ran down a dank flight of stairs, and into a large, dark room. Inside, there was a man, who was standing over a large, cauldron-like thing. The man turned and his dark eyes widened when he caught sight of the boy. The blond haired lad hurried up to the man and they began to talk in hushed whispers. All at once, the older man gave a start, and then lead the blonde boy out of the room and up to a statue that resembled a gargoyle. It jumped aside, and the two men entered it, rushing up a flight of stairs and then opening a door.
Inside this room stood an old man, with a long white beard and he was wearing blue robes. He turned, a bit surprised to see them, but he listened patiently as the young man explained his dilemma. Then he gave a nod and looked as though he was thinking. He gave another nod, and then exited the room, leaving the other two to follow closely, with confused looks on their faces.
The bearded man walked down another flight of stairs and then walked along a passageway until he reached a large picture portraying fruit in a bowl. The man rubbed the picture, and it formed a door handle. He reached up and opened the portrait, revealing a large, hidden room, that looked to be a kitchen. Immediately, the three men were greeted by tiny, funny-looking creatures that bowed to them and then insisted that they sit down.
One creature, however, took one look at the blonde boy, and he gave a yell. The bearded man calmed it, and then began to talk. Another creature walked up beside the first and glared at the blonde boy, who knelt down and showed it the bundle in his arms. The creature looked timid, but it slowly opened the blankets, and gave a gasp. Inside, lay a tiny little blonde-haired human girl! She was fast asleep, her little fist clenched around a button on her nightdress. The creature gaped at the baby, and then looked pleadingly at the first creature. It looked unsure, but it nodded, not wishing to disappoint its companion. The blonde-haired young man gave the creature a relieved smile, and then he handed the baby to the second little creature, which looked to be a female. She gently pulled the little baby close, and began to coo over it.
*End Dream*
~*~*~*~
Far away, a pair of emerald colored eyes opened, and stared at the ceiling.
"What on earth was that about?" She asked outloud. Suddenly, a yellow, stuffed-animal looking-thing popped up beside her.
"Hello?!" He shouted, causing the girl to shriek and sit up in her bed.
"Kero! I told you never to do that! You know how much that scares me!"
"Sorry, Sakura! But have you forgotten? We are going to England today!" At Kero's words, Sakura gave another shriek and jumped out of bed.
"Oh no! Am I late? I hope Tomoyo won't be angry."
"Sakura! Calm down! You still have three hours! I was just getting you up early, so you could finish packing!" Kero said, patting her shoulder. She calmed down and gave him a smile.
"I'm sorry! It was just.that dream was so real, almost like it had really happened." Sakura whispered, remembering how sad the blonde-haired boy had looked when he had handed the baby to that.creature-that-she-couldn't-name.
"Oh. Do you think that it was prophetic?" Kero asked. Sakura shook her head.
"No. If anything, it was telling me of something that happened in the past. But what, I don't know." She said thoughtfully, pulling on a delicate, white peasant-blouse, and a flowery pink skirt that reached to just below her knees. She then slipped on a pair of silky socks, and then a pair of sparkly pink sandals. She walked over to her dresser, picked up a hairbrush, and attacked her hair, pulling it up into a long ponytail.
"I am going down to breakfast! Are you coming?" Sakura asked, throwing open her bedroom door and looking happier than she had in years. Kero smiled.
"I'll be right there." He called, as she skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. He then looked over the things she had already packed, and sighed. There was nothing to remind her of the gaki, anywhere in sight. When Syaoran had left, she had thrown away almost all her pictures of him, and had locked all of the things he had ever given her, away in a drawer.
Looking over, Kero was stunned to see that the drawer that held all of Syaoran's things, was unlocked, and empty! Quickly, Kero zoomed around Sakura's room, trying to find them. At long last, he decided to check in her suitcase, and he hit the jackpot! She had taken all of the things that reminded her of Syaoran, and put them in a secret pocket inside her suitcase! From what Kero could see, there was the picture of Tomoyo, Syaoran, and Sakura, a hair ribbon that Syaoran had given to her before he had left, some more pictures of him, that Kero didn't even know she had.and a single letter that he had written to her from the plane, on his way back to China the second time. Kero didn't know that she had this, either.
"Don't worry, Sakura. You will see your *gaki* soon enough." Kero mumbled, as he quickly flew from the room and down to the kitchen.
~*~*~*~
"Hey! Sakura, over here!"
Sakura looked across the crowded airport to see Rika waving her hand in the air and beckoning her frantically. Sakura grinned and ran over to her friend.
"Where have you been?" Rika asked, as she and Sakura walked over to where Tomoyo stood, looking out the window.
"Sorry. It took my brother forever to say goodbye, and threaten me all he needed to. You would think that I was leaving forever!" She muttered, causing her two friends to laugh.
"Your brother is *way* too overprotective of you!" Rika giggled. Sakura sighed and rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Tomoyo grinned, and then pulled out her video camera.
"Guess what? I charmed it so it would work inside Hogwarts!" She crowed, making Sakura and Rika groan.
"I thought that we weren't allowed to do magic outside of school." Rika chided, making Tomoyo grin.
"I wrote Dumbledore and asked if I could. He gave me permission, just this once." She said, turning on the camera and training it on her sweat- dropping friends.
"Will all passengers boarding flight two-thirty-nine seats twenty-four A through seventeen B, please check in now?" A voice over the intercom called. Sakura and Rika looked at each other in relief, and then bolted for the gate.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Tomoyo shrieked, racing after them, her camera still clenched in her hand.
~*~*~*~
