Disclaimer: No I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the characters, and therefore take no credit for owning them…
Author's Note: I finally continued, and early too. I hope you like this chapter, and please remember if you like my story, please review. Thanks, now, without hesitation, on with the story!!!
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The cells floor was cold, and the blood smearing over him made him feel contemptible, he slowly got up, not sure what to expect from the cruel Death Eater who's eyes were gleaming like a brown semiprecious stone. He quickly picked his tired body up and stood up, refusing to be defeated, yet.
The Death Eater didn't say a word to him, all he did was roughly take him by the shoulders and push him out of the room. He watched as the Death Eater with short brown hair lead him to Voldemorts lair, or at least that's what he assumed he was doing.
The Death Eater had a strong build to him, and Harry was guessing his chances of escaping weren't good if he had to get past him without a wand. He looked at the ground as the Death Eater took him into instead of the hallways through room after room. Harry was getting irritated, no wonder he never found a way out, he was going through the halls. It hadn't occurred to him to go through the room doors too.
'This place really is a labyrinth' He thought to himself.
All of the sudden, the Death Eater stopped at a metal door. The Death Eater searched his pockets for a key then took it out and fumbled for a second with it, as though thinking, abruptly he drop it.
"Ping"
He watched as the guard bended down, and slowly surreptitiously, knowing this was his only chance for excape, took out his hand and hesitantly put his hand in the Death Eaters pocket, trying to be unnoticed and slowly put his fingers softly against the Death Eaters wooden wand with something smooth which felt like unicorn hair. He quickly took it out and yelled
"STUPIFY!"
The Death Eater barely had time to react and in mid motion fell to the ground.
"Thud"
Blood fell from the Death Eaters head, he hadn't meant to hurt him that badly. But he had no time for this, quickly he dashed for the door.
He had to get away, away from the Death Eaters, away from Voldemort. He had to be the aggressor not the prey. He had been lucky before, but rationally, there was no way he could fight Voldemort right now, and all his Death Eaters alone and survive. And he knew it. He needed more time to plan things out first. So he continued running as far away as possible.
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"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!!!" A hazel eyed Order member, came into his office, sweat swelling up on his face as he panted, and bended over. He cleared his voice and straightened himself and said,
"Dumbledore, I just got some very bad news from the Beauxtron school, the famous psychic there just had a prophecy come to her. I think her name was Marl, or Merlena Lemorizil"
Dumbledore raised his light sparkling blue eyes in surprise at this was said. Marlena was a very famous and powerful psychic.
"What did she say?"
The hazel eyed man blushed, he didn't know how to say it, he slowly handed a paper to Dumbledore which he read out loud to the Order member..
"Pendant que la guerre commence, elle commence lentement à finir. Les jours sont pleins de la crainte et de l'espoir, dans lesquels empêtrez devenir. Pour ne pas aider tous, mais pour guérir toutes les coupes que le futur foncé apporte. Lentement un charme seront trouvés et la volonté du mauvais doublée, comme bon. Prenez garde, parce que ce tout commence la nuit où le verre se brise, et une prophétie sera plus incertaine, et peut-être fausse."
Dumbledore was shocked when he had finished the letter, and clutched his desk tightly.. He couldn't believe it,
He whispered lightly to himself
"no.."
He raised his voice and said
"No this can not be right! Bentora, are you absolutely positive this is exactly what she had said??"
Bentora lowered his eyes at being addressed by his first name which he hated, wishing he would just call him Ben, his parents obviously had wanted a girl when he was born, but he nodded..
Dumbledore got up, looking for something, anything in his bookshelf. As Bentora continued with pleading eyes and curiosity.
He slyly asked "What language is it in?"
Dumbledore stopped for a second, wondering if it would give away Beautrexs location, and finally being content with that it didn't, said simply.
"French"
Dumbledore continued looking at his shelf of books, looking for something. As the Order member continued,
"What does it say?"
Dumbledore stiffened for a second, then turned around slowly, ignoring his question.
"No one is to know about this prophecy, no one is to hear a word of it, ok? Do not ask any more questions about it either."
The Order member was taken aback but nodded. Slowly he left the office more confused and worried then before. He only knew a little of French, and all he could interpret was 'And a prophecy will be' the rest he couldn't translate but the ending of it was clear, 'perhaps false.'
He closed the door silently and left Dumbledore in his office to think.
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Harry Potter, tired, finally leaned against a wall gasping for breathe for running so long. Finally he was contempt that the room he was in was safe. The walls had a nice paint of yellow on them, and the carpet was red, which he ignored. The furniture was all plush and ironically comfy looking, with a leather chair in the corner, a old birdcage, hanging near it. With a sofa to his right that matched the black leather chair. The small decorative fireplace was not ablaze, but was so clean you it looked like it was never used at all. He quickly sat down on the carpet, and let his body catch his breathe for a second. Feeling more exhausted then before, as he started to notice beads had started to form on his head again.
He leaned his head against the wall, and closed his eyes, for a moment.. Relaxing, when abruptly his scar flared to life with pain. He quickly clutched his head hoping to make it feel better. He quickly got up, and headed for the door, if his scar hurt it was usually for one out of two reasons. Voldemort was near, or he was dreaming. He quickly went to the door, and he heard voices approach from the other door and quickly ran into the other room.
When he entered, he saw something spine-chilling. The room was huge, with a silver fireplace that was twice the side of any normal one, which had decorative silver bricks around it. The floor was wooden which matched the bookshelf's that surrounded the room, so you couldn't see the wall. Filled with hundreds and hundreds of books. The carpet was green, a serpent like green. And in the middle of the room was a smiling Voldemort, with black robes, and red slits for eyes glaring straight at him.. But that wasn't what made the chill in his spine continue feeling like ice was slowly melting down it. There wasn't just one Voldemort in the room, there was two. Both smiling at him now with glee, there hands both holding a separate wand. The most evil being in the wizarding world now had a clone, and they were staring straight at him, when he didn't have his wand.
'Shit!'
Was the first word that came to mind when he saw this sight.
Quickly before they could raise their wands, Harry dodged for the door, and quickly tried to hide and get away from them as soon as possible.
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Mr. Krum had just been summoned back from Voldemorts lair, the place always gave him Goosebumps. He closed his eyes and slowly made his way for Voldemorts leisure room. Usually whenever he made a example of someone he would take them there and show all the Death Eaters. A cruel punishment that happened often usually ending in a mutation of the Death Eater or the unknown choice of whatever Voldemort felt like doing to torture you more, the grand finally was the Death Eaters death..
He closed his eyes hoping he wouldn't be tortured, that he wouldn't be the one. Sure he hadn't done anything to deceive him, but that made no difference to Voldemort. He scar burned his shoulder again harsher. He hurried his pace through the halls.
He closed his eyes and when he opened them he found a unanticipated and unbelievable sight before him. He saw Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the one that had brought back his son, Cedric, after he had died.
They stared, shaken by finding the other there. Mr. Krum was shocked seeing a dark Harry, who's eyes were completely black and with a Death Eaters cloak on, that was smeared with blood. The sight of it was terrible, and he knew what he had to do, despite consequences.
"I will get you out of here, follow me."
Harry went along as Mr. Krum went into the pit of where he had been running from, the leisure room. He heard his footsteps echoing Mr.Krum in the hallway.
'The stupid hallway'
Wondering if he made the right choice, but what other one did he have? No one else was here that was gonna help him. Knowing he would find more Death Eaters where Mr.Krum was leading him also, he followed, covering his face with the Death Eaters hood.. Hopefully he would get out after this---hopefully.
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To Be Continued:
Authors Note: I hope you liked this chapter, I tried making it a little longer. Oh and by the way in case you were wondering,
For those of you who don't know:
"Pendant que la guerre commence, elle commence lentement à finir. Les jours sont pleins de la crainte et de l'espoir, dans lesquels empêtrez devenir. Pour ne pas aider tous, mais pour guérir toutes les coupes que le futur foncé apporte. Lentement un charme seront trouvés et la volonté du mauvais doublée, comme bon. Prenez garde, parce que ce tout commence la nuit où le verre se brise, et une prophétie sera plus incertaine, et peut-être fausse."
Translated to English is:
"As the war begins, it slowly begins to end. The days are full of fear and hope, in which entangle becoming one. Not to help all, but to heal all cuts the dark future brings. Slowly a spell will be found and bad will be doubled, as will good. Beware, for this all begins the night the glass shatters, and a prophecy will become uncertain, and perhaps false.."
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Sallymander: I am glad you liked it, sallymander. Keep reviewing!
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Author's Note: I finally continued, and early too. I hope you like this chapter, and please remember if you like my story, please review. Thanks, now, without hesitation, on with the story!!!
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The cells floor was cold, and the blood smearing over him made him feel contemptible, he slowly got up, not sure what to expect from the cruel Death Eater who's eyes were gleaming like a brown semiprecious stone. He quickly picked his tired body up and stood up, refusing to be defeated, yet.
The Death Eater didn't say a word to him, all he did was roughly take him by the shoulders and push him out of the room. He watched as the Death Eater with short brown hair lead him to Voldemorts lair, or at least that's what he assumed he was doing.
The Death Eater had a strong build to him, and Harry was guessing his chances of escaping weren't good if he had to get past him without a wand. He looked at the ground as the Death Eater took him into instead of the hallways through room after room. Harry was getting irritated, no wonder he never found a way out, he was going through the halls. It hadn't occurred to him to go through the room doors too.
'This place really is a labyrinth' He thought to himself.
All of the sudden, the Death Eater stopped at a metal door. The Death Eater searched his pockets for a key then took it out and fumbled for a second with it, as though thinking, abruptly he drop it.
"Ping"
He watched as the guard bended down, and slowly surreptitiously, knowing this was his only chance for excape, took out his hand and hesitantly put his hand in the Death Eaters pocket, trying to be unnoticed and slowly put his fingers softly against the Death Eaters wooden wand with something smooth which felt like unicorn hair. He quickly took it out and yelled
"STUPIFY!"
The Death Eater barely had time to react and in mid motion fell to the ground.
"Thud"
Blood fell from the Death Eaters head, he hadn't meant to hurt him that badly. But he had no time for this, quickly he dashed for the door.
He had to get away, away from the Death Eaters, away from Voldemort. He had to be the aggressor not the prey. He had been lucky before, but rationally, there was no way he could fight Voldemort right now, and all his Death Eaters alone and survive. And he knew it. He needed more time to plan things out first. So he continued running as far away as possible.
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"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!!!" A hazel eyed Order member, came into his office, sweat swelling up on his face as he panted, and bended over. He cleared his voice and straightened himself and said,
"Dumbledore, I just got some very bad news from the Beauxtron school, the famous psychic there just had a prophecy come to her. I think her name was Marl, or Merlena Lemorizil"
Dumbledore raised his light sparkling blue eyes in surprise at this was said. Marlena was a very famous and powerful psychic.
"What did she say?"
The hazel eyed man blushed, he didn't know how to say it, he slowly handed a paper to Dumbledore which he read out loud to the Order member..
"Pendant que la guerre commence, elle commence lentement à finir. Les jours sont pleins de la crainte et de l'espoir, dans lesquels empêtrez devenir. Pour ne pas aider tous, mais pour guérir toutes les coupes que le futur foncé apporte. Lentement un charme seront trouvés et la volonté du mauvais doublée, comme bon. Prenez garde, parce que ce tout commence la nuit où le verre se brise, et une prophétie sera plus incertaine, et peut-être fausse."
Dumbledore was shocked when he had finished the letter, and clutched his desk tightly.. He couldn't believe it,
He whispered lightly to himself
"no.."
He raised his voice and said
"No this can not be right! Bentora, are you absolutely positive this is exactly what she had said??"
Bentora lowered his eyes at being addressed by his first name which he hated, wishing he would just call him Ben, his parents obviously had wanted a girl when he was born, but he nodded..
Dumbledore got up, looking for something, anything in his bookshelf. As Bentora continued with pleading eyes and curiosity.
He slyly asked "What language is it in?"
Dumbledore stopped for a second, wondering if it would give away Beautrexs location, and finally being content with that it didn't, said simply.
"French"
Dumbledore continued looking at his shelf of books, looking for something. As the Order member continued,
"What does it say?"
Dumbledore stiffened for a second, then turned around slowly, ignoring his question.
"No one is to know about this prophecy, no one is to hear a word of it, ok? Do not ask any more questions about it either."
The Order member was taken aback but nodded. Slowly he left the office more confused and worried then before. He only knew a little of French, and all he could interpret was 'And a prophecy will be' the rest he couldn't translate but the ending of it was clear, 'perhaps false.'
He closed the door silently and left Dumbledore in his office to think.
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Harry Potter, tired, finally leaned against a wall gasping for breathe for running so long. Finally he was contempt that the room he was in was safe. The walls had a nice paint of yellow on them, and the carpet was red, which he ignored. The furniture was all plush and ironically comfy looking, with a leather chair in the corner, a old birdcage, hanging near it. With a sofa to his right that matched the black leather chair. The small decorative fireplace was not ablaze, but was so clean you it looked like it was never used at all. He quickly sat down on the carpet, and let his body catch his breathe for a second. Feeling more exhausted then before, as he started to notice beads had started to form on his head again.
He leaned his head against the wall, and closed his eyes, for a moment.. Relaxing, when abruptly his scar flared to life with pain. He quickly clutched his head hoping to make it feel better. He quickly got up, and headed for the door, if his scar hurt it was usually for one out of two reasons. Voldemort was near, or he was dreaming. He quickly went to the door, and he heard voices approach from the other door and quickly ran into the other room.
When he entered, he saw something spine-chilling. The room was huge, with a silver fireplace that was twice the side of any normal one, which had decorative silver bricks around it. The floor was wooden which matched the bookshelf's that surrounded the room, so you couldn't see the wall. Filled with hundreds and hundreds of books. The carpet was green, a serpent like green. And in the middle of the room was a smiling Voldemort, with black robes, and red slits for eyes glaring straight at him.. But that wasn't what made the chill in his spine continue feeling like ice was slowly melting down it. There wasn't just one Voldemort in the room, there was two. Both smiling at him now with glee, there hands both holding a separate wand. The most evil being in the wizarding world now had a clone, and they were staring straight at him, when he didn't have his wand.
'Shit!'
Was the first word that came to mind when he saw this sight.
Quickly before they could raise their wands, Harry dodged for the door, and quickly tried to hide and get away from them as soon as possible.
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Mr. Krum had just been summoned back from Voldemorts lair, the place always gave him Goosebumps. He closed his eyes and slowly made his way for Voldemorts leisure room. Usually whenever he made a example of someone he would take them there and show all the Death Eaters. A cruel punishment that happened often usually ending in a mutation of the Death Eater or the unknown choice of whatever Voldemort felt like doing to torture you more, the grand finally was the Death Eaters death..
He closed his eyes hoping he wouldn't be tortured, that he wouldn't be the one. Sure he hadn't done anything to deceive him, but that made no difference to Voldemort. He scar burned his shoulder again harsher. He hurried his pace through the halls.
He closed his eyes and when he opened them he found a unanticipated and unbelievable sight before him. He saw Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the one that had brought back his son, Cedric, after he had died.
They stared, shaken by finding the other there. Mr. Krum was shocked seeing a dark Harry, who's eyes were completely black and with a Death Eaters cloak on, that was smeared with blood. The sight of it was terrible, and he knew what he had to do, despite consequences.
"I will get you out of here, follow me."
Harry went along as Mr. Krum went into the pit of where he had been running from, the leisure room. He heard his footsteps echoing Mr.Krum in the hallway.
'The stupid hallway'
Wondering if he made the right choice, but what other one did he have? No one else was here that was gonna help him. Knowing he would find more Death Eaters where Mr.Krum was leading him also, he followed, covering his face with the Death Eaters hood.. Hopefully he would get out after this---hopefully.
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To Be Continued:
Authors Note: I hope you liked this chapter, I tried making it a little longer. Oh and by the way in case you were wondering,
For those of you who don't know:
"Pendant que la guerre commence, elle commence lentement à finir. Les jours sont pleins de la crainte et de l'espoir, dans lesquels empêtrez devenir. Pour ne pas aider tous, mais pour guérir toutes les coupes que le futur foncé apporte. Lentement un charme seront trouvés et la volonté du mauvais doublée, comme bon. Prenez garde, parce que ce tout commence la nuit où le verre se brise, et une prophétie sera plus incertaine, et peut-être fausse."
Translated to English is:
"As the war begins, it slowly begins to end. The days are full of fear and hope, in which entangle becoming one. Not to help all, but to heal all cuts the dark future brings. Slowly a spell will be found and bad will be doubled, as will good. Beware, for this all begins the night the glass shatters, and a prophecy will become uncertain, and perhaps false.."
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Special Thanks To All My Reviewiers:
LostGryffindor: I am so happy, you still like this story. Keep reviewing.
Red Roses2-chan: Thanks for reviewing, I hope you have time to read this chapter.
Sallymander: I am glad you liked it, sallymander. Keep reviewing!
Diani: lol, I am so happy you liked this story, I wasn't sure before if it was good or what. Your reviews mean a lot, keep reviewing!
S.S.M.: I will keep writing, just keep reviewing!
Stella De Nu: I hope this chapter is better, I tried making it a little longer. I hope it's good and you like this story.
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Want A New Chapter??? Review!!!
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