The Cell doors open as a small group of guards rush in towards the still
form. Checking for a pulse, they find she has passed. Blood lies in pools
beside the girl; rudely cut wrists feed the red rivers. A small shard of
glass is grasped in her hand, and a look of peacefulness upon her grimy
face. Wrapping her up in a thin sheet, the men carry the carcass outside.
"Best burn the evidence." Placing the body down upon the dusty ground, one guard takes out his wand. Raising his wrist he opens his mouth, ready to ignite the body. The wind howls suddenly, blowing the sheet off half of the bloody corpse. Then unexpectedly an uncovered hand flexes its stiff cold fingers.
The Black Death
The humid air of the day still hung heavily on Privit Drive as the full moon rose above the large, square houses. The sound of the nightly news echoed through the many open windows as the residents of number 4 lulled in front of a single fan. Well, not all the residents. A skinny, scruffy- looking teenage boy sat in his room staring blankly at the barely open window. His baggy, faded clothes hung loosely from his slightly unhealthy looking body.
Harry sighed as he fell back onto his bed; the old mattress squeaked under his weight. In two weeks he would be sixteen, yet he felt as though he had lived for decades. So much had happened in his short life, it hardly seemed fair to be only sixteen.
The sudden noise of the doorbell brought Harry back to reality. Opening his door, he peered down the stairs. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Pertuina scuffled out of the kitchen, Mrs. Dursley tidying her hair as she went. "Really! Who calls by our house at such a late hour?" Harry heard Uncle Vernon curse. True, it was almost ten o'clock and it would (be) unusual for the Dursley's friends to drag themselves out of their own houses on such a hot night.
Mr. Dursley opened his door to find a young lady. Her messy black hair hung to her elbows, and her startling emerald eyes pierced Uncle Vernon's look of rage and almost seemed to shock him speechless. She smiled at her welcoming party, who looked utterly bemused.
"Hello. Sorry to call so late. You must be Mr. Dursley. Pleased to meet you, I'm Neenu Thirday." Then, before Uncle Vernon could protest her late arrival, the green-eyed woman whipped out her wand and froze Uncle Vernon, Aunt Pertuina and Dudley, who had just wandered out of the kitchen.
A chill went up Harry's spine as Neenu's cold eyes found his own, and she walked towards the stairs. Harry closed the door quickly, and sealed it with a charm. He could hear her rhythmic footsteps edging closer.
"Let me in, Harry. I'm not here to hurt you," came the voice from behind the door.
Harry dared not answer. Instead, he stood ready, wand pointed at the door. "Harry, please! There isn't much time!" said the voice again, but this time it was different, somehow urgent, and almost begging.
Then slowly, a ghostly figure passed through the door into Harry's room. Gasping, Harry fell backwards onto his bed as the transparent figure gradually became solid again.
Now in the moonlight that shined through the window, Harry could make out the stranger's features. Her messy black hair masked her pale oval face. Her magnificent almond-shaped, green eyes glowed in the darkness as she slowly walked towards the terrified boy. Her old and torn clothes hidden beneath black, velvet robes, folded into her voluptuous figure. "Harry, please relax. If I was going to hurt you, I would have by now," she said softly.
Harry gave her an amazed look "How did you do that?" He asked pointing at the door
Taking a seat at Harry's desk, Neenu turned to pat Hedwig, who relished in the attention, despite not knowing the woman.
"How did I do what? Walk through the door?" Neenu replied, turning for moment to glance out the window. "It pretty easy stuff Harry, but right now isn't really the time to teach you ok?" she smiled
A little disappointed, Harry sighed "Then why are you here? I 'spose you've come to kill me like everyone else" Neenu laughed quietly. "Hardly, but I have come to warn you"
Now Harry was interested, and turned his full attention to this mysterious woman. "Warn me about what?"
Neenu bit her lip as if thinking how to voice her words. "Well it's kinda of hard to explain, you see...well" She paused and looked out the window again, a shadowy figure disappeared quickly causing Neenu to tense. "Look ok, I'm running out of time. I've come to warn you about me.
"You? What do you mean?" Harry looked puzzled.
Neenu tried to explain.
"Harry there are people looking for me, people who will change the person I am now into someone who could be very dangerous. Now I don't want that, I don't want to hurt you or anyone. But if they find me..." Neenu couldn't finish the sentence, but conveyed the meaning through the fear in her eyes.
A loud thump sounded downstairs. Neenu sprang up and headed for the open window.
"Harry I have to go now, I hope somehow I've warned you of the danger you might be in. Just know the real me would never harm you"
Smiling, Neenu stood and headed for the window.
"Goodbye, Harry."
Harry was lost for words, not even a simple farewell could escape his lips.
Bending down slightly, Neenu hugged the boy, and stuffed a small shred of paper into his hand. "That was a present from someone very special to me, it will help you remember tonight and what I have said" Neenu whispered and she leaped out the window and began running down the dark streets.
Unfolding the paper, Harry found only a single word "Truth" written in black ink on the old creased parchment.
"Best burn the evidence." Placing the body down upon the dusty ground, one guard takes out his wand. Raising his wrist he opens his mouth, ready to ignite the body. The wind howls suddenly, blowing the sheet off half of the bloody corpse. Then unexpectedly an uncovered hand flexes its stiff cold fingers.
The Black Death
The humid air of the day still hung heavily on Privit Drive as the full moon rose above the large, square houses. The sound of the nightly news echoed through the many open windows as the residents of number 4 lulled in front of a single fan. Well, not all the residents. A skinny, scruffy- looking teenage boy sat in his room staring blankly at the barely open window. His baggy, faded clothes hung loosely from his slightly unhealthy looking body.
Harry sighed as he fell back onto his bed; the old mattress squeaked under his weight. In two weeks he would be sixteen, yet he felt as though he had lived for decades. So much had happened in his short life, it hardly seemed fair to be only sixteen.
The sudden noise of the doorbell brought Harry back to reality. Opening his door, he peered down the stairs. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Pertuina scuffled out of the kitchen, Mrs. Dursley tidying her hair as she went. "Really! Who calls by our house at such a late hour?" Harry heard Uncle Vernon curse. True, it was almost ten o'clock and it would (be) unusual for the Dursley's friends to drag themselves out of their own houses on such a hot night.
Mr. Dursley opened his door to find a young lady. Her messy black hair hung to her elbows, and her startling emerald eyes pierced Uncle Vernon's look of rage and almost seemed to shock him speechless. She smiled at her welcoming party, who looked utterly bemused.
"Hello. Sorry to call so late. You must be Mr. Dursley. Pleased to meet you, I'm Neenu Thirday." Then, before Uncle Vernon could protest her late arrival, the green-eyed woman whipped out her wand and froze Uncle Vernon, Aunt Pertuina and Dudley, who had just wandered out of the kitchen.
A chill went up Harry's spine as Neenu's cold eyes found his own, and she walked towards the stairs. Harry closed the door quickly, and sealed it with a charm. He could hear her rhythmic footsteps edging closer.
"Let me in, Harry. I'm not here to hurt you," came the voice from behind the door.
Harry dared not answer. Instead, he stood ready, wand pointed at the door. "Harry, please! There isn't much time!" said the voice again, but this time it was different, somehow urgent, and almost begging.
Then slowly, a ghostly figure passed through the door into Harry's room. Gasping, Harry fell backwards onto his bed as the transparent figure gradually became solid again.
Now in the moonlight that shined through the window, Harry could make out the stranger's features. Her messy black hair masked her pale oval face. Her magnificent almond-shaped, green eyes glowed in the darkness as she slowly walked towards the terrified boy. Her old and torn clothes hidden beneath black, velvet robes, folded into her voluptuous figure. "Harry, please relax. If I was going to hurt you, I would have by now," she said softly.
Harry gave her an amazed look "How did you do that?" He asked pointing at the door
Taking a seat at Harry's desk, Neenu turned to pat Hedwig, who relished in the attention, despite not knowing the woman.
"How did I do what? Walk through the door?" Neenu replied, turning for moment to glance out the window. "It pretty easy stuff Harry, but right now isn't really the time to teach you ok?" she smiled
A little disappointed, Harry sighed "Then why are you here? I 'spose you've come to kill me like everyone else" Neenu laughed quietly. "Hardly, but I have come to warn you"
Now Harry was interested, and turned his full attention to this mysterious woman. "Warn me about what?"
Neenu bit her lip as if thinking how to voice her words. "Well it's kinda of hard to explain, you see...well" She paused and looked out the window again, a shadowy figure disappeared quickly causing Neenu to tense. "Look ok, I'm running out of time. I've come to warn you about me.
"You? What do you mean?" Harry looked puzzled.
Neenu tried to explain.
"Harry there are people looking for me, people who will change the person I am now into someone who could be very dangerous. Now I don't want that, I don't want to hurt you or anyone. But if they find me..." Neenu couldn't finish the sentence, but conveyed the meaning through the fear in her eyes.
A loud thump sounded downstairs. Neenu sprang up and headed for the open window.
"Harry I have to go now, I hope somehow I've warned you of the danger you might be in. Just know the real me would never harm you"
Smiling, Neenu stood and headed for the window.
"Goodbye, Harry."
Harry was lost for words, not even a simple farewell could escape his lips.
Bending down slightly, Neenu hugged the boy, and stuffed a small shred of paper into his hand. "That was a present from someone very special to me, it will help you remember tonight and what I have said" Neenu whispered and she leaped out the window and began running down the dark streets.
Unfolding the paper, Harry found only a single word "Truth" written in black ink on the old creased parchment.