Leaving Illusions Behind
Written by Li Cruz
Chapter Ten: What Is Found is Lost
Author Notes:
Okay, Snape may seem a little out of character but honestly I think that he just hides behind a mask.
Signing out
Li Cruz (rantermaster@yahoo.com)
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Albus Dumbledore, the next night, was standing in front of a large window. He was frowning at the odd storm that sat over the school. Something about it send chills up his spine. Quatre's predictions repeated over and over again.
What has been found will be lost.
Ones lost will be found in form not same.
Darkness will be obscured in the Light.
Trust not in the angel of Light but in the shadows.
For the angel of light will lead hope into despair.
Trust not the angel of Light.
"Trust not the angel of Light." Albus murmured to himself.
"What did you say?" McGonagall asked, as she came up the stair.
"Um? Something young Snape said. Nothing to worry about." Albus said. 'I hope.'
"Ah. I wanted to ask you if we could move Mr. Snape out of the reach most of his fellow students."
Albus nodded. "Yes, I'd think most of us would rest better if Quatre won't ended up back in the Infirmary anytime soon."
"I haven't seen him yet, is he alright?"
"Unfortunately he had a bad reaction to several combinations. Otherwise he is completely fine. He will be able to return to classes tomorrow." Albus chuckled. "I think Harry and Neville should help him out for the rest of the week."
Minvera nodded. "I will inform Longbottom and Mr. Potter about the arragnment."
After McGonagall left, Albus continued to stare out the window.
"Let him not be right about it."
Meanwhile someone else chants softly as he moves his hands over the orb. Three items appear in the orb's surface. With a sly chuckle, he finishe the spell. The items dull as a orb each grey and transparent leave the items. The grey orbs twist, resisting the spell. The chanter pulls more magic into the spell. The grey orbs dispels like smoke. The orbs silently scream.
Quatre bolts up out of the hospital bed, falling onto the floor. His body protests in pain. Quatre covers his ears in an attempt to block out the pained screams. It suddenly stops leaving echoes of it. Quatre curls into a ball.
Pomfrey rushes in to check on her patient. She finds Quatre in the fetal position with his tail caught in the bedrail. She tentatively places a hand on his shoulder. His body shuddered and he resisted screaming. Finally he screamed. The scream sounded like something in death angonies.
Quatre could barely hear what Pomfrey was saying. His body had become ice cold. The shadows reacting to him forced Madam Pomfrey away. She began to panic when Quatre finally passed out.
Snape, McGanagall, and Dumbledore, upon hearing the scream, appeared at the door. The rest of the school woke half-sleepy in fear. They arrived to see Pomfrey pressing her hand against air. She turned, her face pale as she quickly recollected what happened.
"His body temperature I think is dropping fast, but he enerted a barrier. I think unless we get to him, he'll end up in another coma."
Snape frowned for a moment, before turning around and walking back out. He returned with Quatre's staff.
"Quatre's staff possibly will let the barrier down. He keyed it to absorb extra energy." Snape explained.
They backed up as Snape laid the staff on the floor next to the barrier. Immediately the barrier was absorbed into the staff. Quickly Snape picked up Quatre and placed him on the bed. Pomfrey gently untangled the tail from the rail. She than checked him over.
"He'll be fine tomorrow." She said, relief in her face.
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked, his face worried.
"I'm not sure." Pomfrey replied.
"What has been found has been lost." A voice said in a singsong way.
The group turned to Quatre's unconciuos form.
"What?" Albus asked.
"What has been found has been lost. The angel of light has been trusted. Hope soon will go. Despair will come to many. Though hope and shadows won't be dead. Five to go, seven to stay, three to find, others to ally. Ones lost will be found in form not same." Quatre said, completely dead to the world.
Soon Quatre's breathing evened out. He was in deep sleep. The adults looked to each other.
"Five to go, seven to stay, three to find, others to ally?" Dumbledore muttered.
"Is he a seer?" McGonagall asked.
Snape, sitting next to the bed, slowly stroked Quatre's head. He was in deep thought. Albus sighed and nodded.
"It appears so. This is the second prophecy he has done."
Snape looked up. "Second one?"
"I heard the first one when he first meet young Potter, Motou, Isithar, Evans, and Bakura. Unfortunately I think it was what ended driving the group away."
"But it isn't his fault." Pomfrey protested.
"We cannot change what has happened. I orginally hope young Harry would befriend him. I think it would have kept him and the others from these prophecies."
"One question remains then. Who is the angel of light?" Snape interjected.
Voldemort sat on his throne as he waited in the darken room. Suddenly there was a being of light in the middle of the room. The waiting Deatheaters back up against the wall. Voldemort smirked at the figure.
"So?" Voldemort asked.
"Part one, my good ally, is done. There might be a setback but prehaps not."
Voldemort's red eyes narrowed at the being. The being shrugged.
"I didn't think that my bloody slave would be alive." It sneered.
"How is this a setback?" Voldemort snarled.
"The seals that restrict his power have been removed. He may be able to stop us." It said with a drawl. "He's as powerful as you and I."
"..." Voldemort sat back. "But?"
"He had no memory of me or control of his power."
"And how does this work to our advantage."
The demon snorted. "His power is mostly that muggles call extrasensory perception."
"Mind reading and control? So many will fear him."
"I already have the favor of The Boy-who-lives. My fool slave scared him right into my arms."
The two laughed darkly. All there cowered in what shadows were left.
Quatre limped into the Great Hall. Pomfrey manage to completely heal him earlier. They couldn't get rid of the tail or the limp. Currently it was twitching madly. Everyone went quiet upon his entrance.
Neville motioned for him to come over. Quatre nimbly hobbled over. He was position between Harry and Neville. Harry couldn't help but stare at the tail. Its dark fur looked smooth and silky. It coiled around Quatre's feet like it had been there for years.
Quatre glanced at Harry before returning to eat his breakfast. Everyone resumed eating. Neville gaves a breif smile before launching into a conversation about last night.
"Did you heard those screams last night?"
"..." Quatre looks at Neville with a soft frown.
"Oh." Neville stared back. "It was you! What happened?"
"Someone painfully banished spirits."
Harry glance toward Hermione and Ron. He found them listening in.
"Than why did you scream?"
"Had my guard down."
"Ouch." Neville finched. He had learn early what happened to Quatre when his mind guard was down.
At that moment, Yugi, Ryou, and Marik came in and proceed to box Quatre in. Marik yanked Quatre up by the collar and slammed him into the wall. The teachers and Neville tried to stopped them but Ryou manage to get a barrier up.
"Where are they?" Marik yelled into Quatre's face.
"Wha?" QUatre wheezed.
"Don't give me that crap. You know what I'm talking about!"
"Marik, stop it." Seto's voice cut through. "Quatre has nothing to do with their disappearnace. He merely predicted it. He couldn't have done it last night anyway. He was recovering in the Infirmary."
Everyone looked to see Seto and Draco standing side by side. Quatre pulled another wheezing deep breath. Marik snarled back.
"He's the only person here capable of banishing them!" his grip tightened on Quatre's shirt.
"Unfortunately, Seto is correct. Young Snape was incapable of doing anything last night. He suffered from another magical attack." DUmbledore said as he walked slowly in. "I'd prefer not to put Mr. Snape back in the hospital so will you release him."
Marik allowed Quatre to slide down the wall. Quatre sat bonelessly trying to breathe normally. Neville managed to get by the barrier and help Quatre back on his feet. Quatre has a inward expression for a moment.
"You trusted the angel of light." It was a statement not a question. "I remember the warning I gave you now."
"Let's talk smewhere more private. Follow me." With that Dumbledore walked out. The group finally noticed the silence charm around them.
Quatre sat next to the fire on a stool. Neville, Seto, and Draco arrange themselves nearby with Draco sitting at Quatre's feet. The others were on the other side of the Gryffindor common room. Dumbledore came back with several teachers. Professor Motou frowned at the position of the groups. Snape rolled his eyes as McGonagall looked espareted. Dumbledore chuckled a bit.
While most of the other students were watching the adults, Quatre was staring at the fire and Draco was watching as Quatre's tail flickered back and forth. Dumbledore cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention.
"So I should assume this is about the spirits of the Milluenuim Items." DUmbledore asked.
Yugi and the two Ravenclaws began asking about how he knew about them. Dumbledore smiled and raised a hand to quiet them. Harry and most of the other students were confused. Seto merely smirked. Quatre's eyes were hooded in thought.
"Nevrmind that. Do you three remember what Mr. Snape predicted."
"Something about losing something found."
"What has been found will be lost. Ones lost will be found in form not same. Darkness will be obscured in the Light. Trust not in the angel of Light but in the shadows. For the angel of light will lead hope into despair.Trust not the angel of Light." Quatre repeated. "I didn't remember that until I was slammed into the wall."
"Indeed. Unfortunately Mr. Potter and his companions didn't take the warning seriuosly. And now the spirits of the Millienuim Items have disappeared."
"They were banished." Quatre said quietly. "Last night, someone casted a powerful dark banishment spell."
Dumbledore nodded as the group thought about this. Professor Motou placed a reassuring hand on Yugi's shoulder. Dumbledore pulled out a small orb.
"I think that you all should see this. This I beleive concern you all and prehaps help us with the old prediction."
Dumbledore backed away from the orb. A dark shadow came out. The shadow began talking in a low sing-song voice.
It spoke this.
What has been found has been lost.
The angel of light has been trusted.
Hope soon will go. Despair will come to many.
Though hope and shadows won't be dead.
Five to go, seven to stay, three to find, others to ally.
Ones lost will be found in form not same.
"I did that one too, didn't I?"
"Yes, last night I might add when you were completely unconciuos." Dumbledore said to a pale Quatre.
"Alright, we know the the Millenuimuin Spirits were what the first line of Quatre's first prediction. Does the second line of the first mean they are in new forms?" Seto mused.
"Darkness being obsurce in the Light is obviuos silimair to beauty is only skin deep." Snape added.
Hermione looked up. "Could Hope and Shadows be people like the angel of light?"
Quatre turned to face Hermione, his tail slowly curling. "Most likely, It did say hope and shadows won't be dead. It has to mean two poeple..."
Everyone gave guesses to what the prediction meant for about fifteen minutes and none the wiser. Silence desended as the adults left. Soon the rest of Gryffindor House came in. Quatre stood up and walked to Harry.
"Truce?"
Harry nodded and took Quatre's offered hand.
"Truce. I think we need to go to Defense against Dark Arts."
"Yes."
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Next on Leaving Illusion Behind:
Chapter Eleven: Angel of Light and Angel of Darkness
Written by Li Cruz
Chapter Ten: What Is Found is Lost
Author Notes:
Okay, Snape may seem a little out of character but honestly I think that he just hides behind a mask.
Signing out
Li Cruz (rantermaster@yahoo.com)
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Albus Dumbledore, the next night, was standing in front of a large window. He was frowning at the odd storm that sat over the school. Something about it send chills up his spine. Quatre's predictions repeated over and over again.
What has been found will be lost.
Ones lost will be found in form not same.
Darkness will be obscured in the Light.
Trust not in the angel of Light but in the shadows.
For the angel of light will lead hope into despair.
Trust not the angel of Light.
"Trust not the angel of Light." Albus murmured to himself.
"What did you say?" McGonagall asked, as she came up the stair.
"Um? Something young Snape said. Nothing to worry about." Albus said. 'I hope.'
"Ah. I wanted to ask you if we could move Mr. Snape out of the reach most of his fellow students."
Albus nodded. "Yes, I'd think most of us would rest better if Quatre won't ended up back in the Infirmary anytime soon."
"I haven't seen him yet, is he alright?"
"Unfortunately he had a bad reaction to several combinations. Otherwise he is completely fine. He will be able to return to classes tomorrow." Albus chuckled. "I think Harry and Neville should help him out for the rest of the week."
Minvera nodded. "I will inform Longbottom and Mr. Potter about the arragnment."
After McGonagall left, Albus continued to stare out the window.
"Let him not be right about it."
Meanwhile someone else chants softly as he moves his hands over the orb. Three items appear in the orb's surface. With a sly chuckle, he finishe the spell. The items dull as a orb each grey and transparent leave the items. The grey orbs twist, resisting the spell. The chanter pulls more magic into the spell. The grey orbs dispels like smoke. The orbs silently scream.
Quatre bolts up out of the hospital bed, falling onto the floor. His body protests in pain. Quatre covers his ears in an attempt to block out the pained screams. It suddenly stops leaving echoes of it. Quatre curls into a ball.
Pomfrey rushes in to check on her patient. She finds Quatre in the fetal position with his tail caught in the bedrail. She tentatively places a hand on his shoulder. His body shuddered and he resisted screaming. Finally he screamed. The scream sounded like something in death angonies.
Quatre could barely hear what Pomfrey was saying. His body had become ice cold. The shadows reacting to him forced Madam Pomfrey away. She began to panic when Quatre finally passed out.
Snape, McGanagall, and Dumbledore, upon hearing the scream, appeared at the door. The rest of the school woke half-sleepy in fear. They arrived to see Pomfrey pressing her hand against air. She turned, her face pale as she quickly recollected what happened.
"His body temperature I think is dropping fast, but he enerted a barrier. I think unless we get to him, he'll end up in another coma."
Snape frowned for a moment, before turning around and walking back out. He returned with Quatre's staff.
"Quatre's staff possibly will let the barrier down. He keyed it to absorb extra energy." Snape explained.
They backed up as Snape laid the staff on the floor next to the barrier. Immediately the barrier was absorbed into the staff. Quickly Snape picked up Quatre and placed him on the bed. Pomfrey gently untangled the tail from the rail. She than checked him over.
"He'll be fine tomorrow." She said, relief in her face.
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked, his face worried.
"I'm not sure." Pomfrey replied.
"What has been found has been lost." A voice said in a singsong way.
The group turned to Quatre's unconciuos form.
"What?" Albus asked.
"What has been found has been lost. The angel of light has been trusted. Hope soon will go. Despair will come to many. Though hope and shadows won't be dead. Five to go, seven to stay, three to find, others to ally. Ones lost will be found in form not same." Quatre said, completely dead to the world.
Soon Quatre's breathing evened out. He was in deep sleep. The adults looked to each other.
"Five to go, seven to stay, three to find, others to ally?" Dumbledore muttered.
"Is he a seer?" McGonagall asked.
Snape, sitting next to the bed, slowly stroked Quatre's head. He was in deep thought. Albus sighed and nodded.
"It appears so. This is the second prophecy he has done."
Snape looked up. "Second one?"
"I heard the first one when he first meet young Potter, Motou, Isithar, Evans, and Bakura. Unfortunately I think it was what ended driving the group away."
"But it isn't his fault." Pomfrey protested.
"We cannot change what has happened. I orginally hope young Harry would befriend him. I think it would have kept him and the others from these prophecies."
"One question remains then. Who is the angel of light?" Snape interjected.
Voldemort sat on his throne as he waited in the darken room. Suddenly there was a being of light in the middle of the room. The waiting Deatheaters back up against the wall. Voldemort smirked at the figure.
"So?" Voldemort asked.
"Part one, my good ally, is done. There might be a setback but prehaps not."
Voldemort's red eyes narrowed at the being. The being shrugged.
"I didn't think that my bloody slave would be alive." It sneered.
"How is this a setback?" Voldemort snarled.
"The seals that restrict his power have been removed. He may be able to stop us." It said with a drawl. "He's as powerful as you and I."
"..." Voldemort sat back. "But?"
"He had no memory of me or control of his power."
"And how does this work to our advantage."
The demon snorted. "His power is mostly that muggles call extrasensory perception."
"Mind reading and control? So many will fear him."
"I already have the favor of The Boy-who-lives. My fool slave scared him right into my arms."
The two laughed darkly. All there cowered in what shadows were left.
Quatre limped into the Great Hall. Pomfrey manage to completely heal him earlier. They couldn't get rid of the tail or the limp. Currently it was twitching madly. Everyone went quiet upon his entrance.
Neville motioned for him to come over. Quatre nimbly hobbled over. He was position between Harry and Neville. Harry couldn't help but stare at the tail. Its dark fur looked smooth and silky. It coiled around Quatre's feet like it had been there for years.
Quatre glanced at Harry before returning to eat his breakfast. Everyone resumed eating. Neville gaves a breif smile before launching into a conversation about last night.
"Did you heard those screams last night?"
"..." Quatre looks at Neville with a soft frown.
"Oh." Neville stared back. "It was you! What happened?"
"Someone painfully banished spirits."
Harry glance toward Hermione and Ron. He found them listening in.
"Than why did you scream?"
"Had my guard down."
"Ouch." Neville finched. He had learn early what happened to Quatre when his mind guard was down.
At that moment, Yugi, Ryou, and Marik came in and proceed to box Quatre in. Marik yanked Quatre up by the collar and slammed him into the wall. The teachers and Neville tried to stopped them but Ryou manage to get a barrier up.
"Where are they?" Marik yelled into Quatre's face.
"Wha?" QUatre wheezed.
"Don't give me that crap. You know what I'm talking about!"
"Marik, stop it." Seto's voice cut through. "Quatre has nothing to do with their disappearnace. He merely predicted it. He couldn't have done it last night anyway. He was recovering in the Infirmary."
Everyone looked to see Seto and Draco standing side by side. Quatre pulled another wheezing deep breath. Marik snarled back.
"He's the only person here capable of banishing them!" his grip tightened on Quatre's shirt.
"Unfortunately, Seto is correct. Young Snape was incapable of doing anything last night. He suffered from another magical attack." DUmbledore said as he walked slowly in. "I'd prefer not to put Mr. Snape back in the hospital so will you release him."
Marik allowed Quatre to slide down the wall. Quatre sat bonelessly trying to breathe normally. Neville managed to get by the barrier and help Quatre back on his feet. Quatre has a inward expression for a moment.
"You trusted the angel of light." It was a statement not a question. "I remember the warning I gave you now."
"Let's talk smewhere more private. Follow me." With that Dumbledore walked out. The group finally noticed the silence charm around them.
Quatre sat next to the fire on a stool. Neville, Seto, and Draco arrange themselves nearby with Draco sitting at Quatre's feet. The others were on the other side of the Gryffindor common room. Dumbledore came back with several teachers. Professor Motou frowned at the position of the groups. Snape rolled his eyes as McGonagall looked espareted. Dumbledore chuckled a bit.
While most of the other students were watching the adults, Quatre was staring at the fire and Draco was watching as Quatre's tail flickered back and forth. Dumbledore cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention.
"So I should assume this is about the spirits of the Milluenuim Items." DUmbledore asked.
Yugi and the two Ravenclaws began asking about how he knew about them. Dumbledore smiled and raised a hand to quiet them. Harry and most of the other students were confused. Seto merely smirked. Quatre's eyes were hooded in thought.
"Nevrmind that. Do you three remember what Mr. Snape predicted."
"Something about losing something found."
"What has been found will be lost. Ones lost will be found in form not same. Darkness will be obscured in the Light. Trust not in the angel of Light but in the shadows. For the angel of light will lead hope into despair.Trust not the angel of Light." Quatre repeated. "I didn't remember that until I was slammed into the wall."
"Indeed. Unfortunately Mr. Potter and his companions didn't take the warning seriuosly. And now the spirits of the Millienuim Items have disappeared."
"They were banished." Quatre said quietly. "Last night, someone casted a powerful dark banishment spell."
Dumbledore nodded as the group thought about this. Professor Motou placed a reassuring hand on Yugi's shoulder. Dumbledore pulled out a small orb.
"I think that you all should see this. This I beleive concern you all and prehaps help us with the old prediction."
Dumbledore backed away from the orb. A dark shadow came out. The shadow began talking in a low sing-song voice.
It spoke this.
What has been found has been lost.
The angel of light has been trusted.
Hope soon will go. Despair will come to many.
Though hope and shadows won't be dead.
Five to go, seven to stay, three to find, others to ally.
Ones lost will be found in form not same.
"I did that one too, didn't I?"
"Yes, last night I might add when you were completely unconciuos." Dumbledore said to a pale Quatre.
"Alright, we know the the Millenuimuin Spirits were what the first line of Quatre's first prediction. Does the second line of the first mean they are in new forms?" Seto mused.
"Darkness being obsurce in the Light is obviuos silimair to beauty is only skin deep." Snape added.
Hermione looked up. "Could Hope and Shadows be people like the angel of light?"
Quatre turned to face Hermione, his tail slowly curling. "Most likely, It did say hope and shadows won't be dead. It has to mean two poeple..."
Everyone gave guesses to what the prediction meant for about fifteen minutes and none the wiser. Silence desended as the adults left. Soon the rest of Gryffindor House came in. Quatre stood up and walked to Harry.
"Truce?"
Harry nodded and took Quatre's offered hand.
"Truce. I think we need to go to Defense against Dark Arts."
"Yes."
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Next on Leaving Illusion Behind:
Chapter Eleven: Angel of Light and Angel of Darkness
