It was raining, pouring out if the heavens in sheets; it always seemed to
rain on days like this, days of peril. And that's where Harry Potter stood,
on the very gates of peril. His friend Ron stood beside him, they both were
there for the same people but had different enemies. The door creaked
open; it was inviting them in, teasing them to enter this forbidding zone
of the enemy.
Inside Draco Malfoy sat in a silver chair beside his lord and master, Tomas riddle or voldemort. It was time.
In the great hall, Ginny and Hermione waited, they were dressed to kill, but not for sex. No, this was elegance, black tapering dresses the followed their every footsteps in beautiful grace. Their simple instructions were to wait until beckoned for. Then they were to appear, and that was it nothing else was said.
Harry entered a dark room, it gave him a chill just to be there, but he didn't care his mind was on love and friendship. Then in the dark he says a glimpse of his dear friend, Hermione, she had briefly scampered across the doorway, Ron had seen it to he had begun to walk toward the vision.
"Captivating isn't she?" a voice, half laughing, said out of the shadows. "I'll admit she has even softened me."
Malfoy appeared out of the darkness, but he said nothing more, he didn't have to. Another voice was speaking now.
"But she isn't the only one you came for is she, another one of your loved ones that we have wooed, the beautiful Miss. Weasly correct?" it was voldemort, no; he was human again, now he was Tom Riddle.
Ron began to move forward and draw his wand
"Do not be so bold Ronald, there is some thing you should see" and with that he called them by name
Ginny steeped out first in a black ball gown she looked very much like the queen of the dark. One single red rose was pined to her bodice, but roses are a cursed beauty, just like her. Ginny went next to tom, she was silent.
Next came Hermione, dressed in a chic black gown (AN: 30's style) she was a lady, a mistress, if you will. She had pearls draping her body, a last shred of her former world.
Both girls began to go to their friends but turned back, remembering their promises.
"you see potter, these girls are ours now, we have their hearts, and the most certainly have ours, they will be queens, powerful, strong and respected, you can have the same'
They two men held out their hands,
"All you have to do is take our hands"
Inside Draco Malfoy sat in a silver chair beside his lord and master, Tomas riddle or voldemort. It was time.
In the great hall, Ginny and Hermione waited, they were dressed to kill, but not for sex. No, this was elegance, black tapering dresses the followed their every footsteps in beautiful grace. Their simple instructions were to wait until beckoned for. Then they were to appear, and that was it nothing else was said.
Harry entered a dark room, it gave him a chill just to be there, but he didn't care his mind was on love and friendship. Then in the dark he says a glimpse of his dear friend, Hermione, she had briefly scampered across the doorway, Ron had seen it to he had begun to walk toward the vision.
"Captivating isn't she?" a voice, half laughing, said out of the shadows. "I'll admit she has even softened me."
Malfoy appeared out of the darkness, but he said nothing more, he didn't have to. Another voice was speaking now.
"But she isn't the only one you came for is she, another one of your loved ones that we have wooed, the beautiful Miss. Weasly correct?" it was voldemort, no; he was human again, now he was Tom Riddle.
Ron began to move forward and draw his wand
"Do not be so bold Ronald, there is some thing you should see" and with that he called them by name
Ginny steeped out first in a black ball gown she looked very much like the queen of the dark. One single red rose was pined to her bodice, but roses are a cursed beauty, just like her. Ginny went next to tom, she was silent.
Next came Hermione, dressed in a chic black gown (AN: 30's style) she was a lady, a mistress, if you will. She had pearls draping her body, a last shred of her former world.
Both girls began to go to their friends but turned back, remembering their promises.
"you see potter, these girls are ours now, we have their hearts, and the most certainly have ours, they will be queens, powerful, strong and respected, you can have the same'
They two men held out their hands,
"All you have to do is take our hands"