Disclaimer: don't own Harry Potter etc blah blah blah
Authors note: Got my first review YEAH !!!!!!
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Later that night, Celestrial was laying in bed unable to sleep. The Gryffindor dormitory was just to cheerful for somebody with her personality. Even in the dark she could feel the happiness in the room. She couldn't bear it if she had a nightmare, again, in this kind of room.
They were always the same. It would start out in darkness, and then a man would come, in a green light that lit up the hole dark dreary room. There would be other people there to, wearing black masks over their faces, and their black robes waving in an unfelt breeze. Then a pain of such intensity would take over her body that she could hardly bear it. After that there was nothing except the sound of the a baby crying. Usually she would awake then, in a cold sweat, gasping for breath.
The night was slowly progressing onwards through time, while thoughts were swimming through her head. And then something else joined those thoughts.
'Celestrial' whispered a voice in her head 'Celestrial dear.' She sat up hurridly and stared around the dark room.
"Who are you?" whispered Celestrial "What do you want?" but there was nobody there.
'Don't be afraid, I am here to help you' said the voice 'you're father sent me.'
"My father?" gasped Celestrial "you know my father?"
'Of course I do and never has there been a more stubborn man,'' laughed the voice.
"My father, who is he?" demanded Celestrial, the voice was silent for a moment.
'The identity of your parents is something, a puzzle, that you have to find out in the course of time,' it finally said.
"What? Why?" hissed Celestrial.
'It is your fathers idea not mine.'
"Oh, he likes puzzles does he?" Celestrial was unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
'He always was fond of putting things together' said the voice 'so was your mother for that matter.'
"My mother?"
'Yes, I must go now, call whenever you need me ok, dear,' and with that the voice was gone. Celestrial laid back on her bed, and closed her eyes, it was a dream, it had to be a dream.
It was after breakfast when the Gryffindors were heading down to the dungeons that Thomas voiced the question that they were all thinking.
"I wonder who the new potions master will be?" he asked, as they wandered down to the first lesson of the day. Over the past few years there had been a parade of potions teachers through Hogwarts. Ever since the original teacher disappeared some years ago. None of them had lasted more than a year. Many believed that it was because the dungeons were cursed.
"Another boring dreary old man, who's spent way to much time over a cauldron," said Adam, when they reached the dungeons how ever there was a significant difference about them.
Who does the voice belong to? Where has the original potions master gone? And what's so different about the dungeons? Wait until the next chapter to find out.
Authors note: Got my first review YEAH !!!!!!
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Later that night, Celestrial was laying in bed unable to sleep. The Gryffindor dormitory was just to cheerful for somebody with her personality. Even in the dark she could feel the happiness in the room. She couldn't bear it if she had a nightmare, again, in this kind of room.
They were always the same. It would start out in darkness, and then a man would come, in a green light that lit up the hole dark dreary room. There would be other people there to, wearing black masks over their faces, and their black robes waving in an unfelt breeze. Then a pain of such intensity would take over her body that she could hardly bear it. After that there was nothing except the sound of the a baby crying. Usually she would awake then, in a cold sweat, gasping for breath.
The night was slowly progressing onwards through time, while thoughts were swimming through her head. And then something else joined those thoughts.
'Celestrial' whispered a voice in her head 'Celestrial dear.' She sat up hurridly and stared around the dark room.
"Who are you?" whispered Celestrial "What do you want?" but there was nobody there.
'Don't be afraid, I am here to help you' said the voice 'you're father sent me.'
"My father?" gasped Celestrial "you know my father?"
'Of course I do and never has there been a more stubborn man,'' laughed the voice.
"My father, who is he?" demanded Celestrial, the voice was silent for a moment.
'The identity of your parents is something, a puzzle, that you have to find out in the course of time,' it finally said.
"What? Why?" hissed Celestrial.
'It is your fathers idea not mine.'
"Oh, he likes puzzles does he?" Celestrial was unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
'He always was fond of putting things together' said the voice 'so was your mother for that matter.'
"My mother?"
'Yes, I must go now, call whenever you need me ok, dear,' and with that the voice was gone. Celestrial laid back on her bed, and closed her eyes, it was a dream, it had to be a dream.
It was after breakfast when the Gryffindors were heading down to the dungeons that Thomas voiced the question that they were all thinking.
"I wonder who the new potions master will be?" he asked, as they wandered down to the first lesson of the day. Over the past few years there had been a parade of potions teachers through Hogwarts. Ever since the original teacher disappeared some years ago. None of them had lasted more than a year. Many believed that it was because the dungeons were cursed.
"Another boring dreary old man, who's spent way to much time over a cauldron," said Adam, when they reached the dungeons how ever there was a significant difference about them.
Who does the voice belong to? Where has the original potions master gone? And what's so different about the dungeons? Wait until the next chapter to find out.
