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Gone Over
Chapter Four: What's Yours is Mine
Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry was finally able to kick off his shoes and plop down onto his bed. Cassie was practically a slave driver - when she told you to do a job, you did that job and you did it well. Rolling onto his back, Harry absently noticed that he heard the shower going.
When Cassie had said the room across the hall, Harry had thought she was referring to the apartment complex hallway. Instead, the layout of the apartment was thus: the first rooms you see are the kitchen to the right and the dining room to the left. There is a hallway that separates the two and continues straight through the apartment itself. That was the hallway Cassie had been refering to. On opposite sides of the hallway were two living rooms the led to a bedroom, respectively. At the very end of the hallway were two bathrooms, thank Merlin.
Getting up from his restful position on his bed, Harry walked over to the dresser to get his wand that was hidden within one of his drawers. He simply held it in his hands, feeling the warm tingling of the magic held within. He longed to return to the magical world, back to Hogwarts - but he couldn't. He couldn't re-emerge until September first, when he would board the Hogwarts Express in less than a week. What would he tell Cassie? Absently, he wondered if anyone would recognize him with his hair in spikes, as Cassie vehemently insisted he do.
Speaking of Cassie, Harry noticed the shower sounds had ended.
"Hey Robbie!" Cassie yelled, knocking on the wall from the other side, "you awake?"
"If I wasn't before, I certainly am now!"
"Good! Come into the kitchen for a sec! I need you!"
Harry frowned. Cassie never needed him in the kitchen. If anything, Cassie never let him in the kitchen. They always ate either on her couch or his. Placing his wand back in its hidden place, Harry walked into the kitchen wary of what might come next. Cassie, although responsible, was very spontaneous.
Like the time she decided to go to the opera...dressed as if she was from the time period of the opera.
Or when she decided that maybe it would be fun to put five stray cats on the floor below them.
And lets not forget the time she decided to hold a party at the Dark Sun...at three in the morning.
Bringing his mind back to the present, Harry instantly got a confused look on his face. There was a chair in front of the sink with a towel draped on it, and three cans on the table. Looking at Cassie, he narrowed his eyes.
"What are you up to?" he asked suspiciously. Grinning with obvious mischief, Cassie grabbed the three cans and one by one, held them up to Harry's hair.
"Cassie, what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to decide which hair colour would look best with your jet black, that's all."
"That's all?"
"Yep!"
"Of course, my opinion on getting my hair dyed has no matter in this at all."
"Nope. None at all. Which colour do you like better, Robbie, silver or white?"
"Neither, and stop trying to change - "
"Pick one."
"Not before - "
"Pick one!"
"Fine then! Um, white!"
"Finally! Really now, you men take so long to do something as simple as pick a hair colour."
"Silver isn't a hair colour," Harry pointed out.
"That's not the point! Now c'mere and sit down!"
Cassie didn't give Harry a chance to protest. The next thing he knew was that Cassie was running warm water and her hands through his hair.
"What are you gonna do to me?"
"Give you white tips."
"Why?"
"Because it would look cool with your spikes."
"I'm sure."
"You're so sarcastic."
"Of course I am."
"See?"
"No."
"Shut up."
"Ac-"
"Shut up. I'm nearly finished...almost...there! Voila!"
Cassie pulled the towel away and Harry stood up, rubbing his neck and cracking his back.
"Well? Go take a look!"
Walking into the hallway, Harry stopped at the mirror. He had to admit, the hair didn't look to bad. It didn't look too bad at all.
"It's...pretty alright..." he told Cassie when he returned, reluctant to admit she was right. Cassie just laughed.
"That means you think it's awesome, doesn't it!"
"Well - "
"Ha! It does!" she exclaimed, then in a sing-song voice said, "I told you so! I told you so!"
Harry mock-glared at her. Cassie had a tendency to be, well, right.
"Oh, it's you're turn to get the groceries, by the way," Cassie said when she was half way out of the kitchen.
"What! Come on, Cassie, I did it last time!"
"No way, Robbie. You aren't getting out of it this time."
"But I worked so hard today!" Robbie exclaimed, feigning exhaustion as he collapsed into a chair, "It - it's inhuman to make a man go to the grocery store!" Cassie snickered from the doorway.
"No." she told him and began to walk towards her room.
Robbie immediately stoped his pretending and called out, "Slave- driver!" He heard Cassie's laugh from down the hallway. "What's keeping you from going yourself anyway!"
Cassie's hand appeard in the doorway holding something.
"Dracula? You're reading that again!?"
"What? It's a brilliant piece of literature! Besides, you need to show off you're new style."
Harry glowered at Cassie's smirking face as he grabbed his coat, a black trench that Cassie had refused to let him leave the store without, and opened the door.
"Robbie!" Cassie called out.
"Changed you're mind?" he asked hopefully.
"No. You forgot the keys."
"Oh." Harry grabbed the keys to the apartment as Cassie tried desperately to smother her laughter. "Bugger off you bloody wank." He told her only half-heartedly as he walked out the door.
Harry fumbled with the keys as the two grocery bags balanced precariously on top of his leg.
"Shit!" he swore as he dropped the keys. Setting the bags down he reached for the keys - then stopped. His hand seemed to be frozen in mid- air and his body was tense with alertness. After having faced Death many times and continuously walking away from it, he discovered he was now able to tell when something wrong was about to happen.
His head jerked up as Cassie's piercing scream split the air.
Of course, one time I don't want to be right. Why me?
Standing up quickly, Harry jammed the key into the door, attempting to be quiet and quick at the same time. The door burst open and the first thing that Harry sees is red.
Blood.
Cassie's blood.
Cassie was lying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her while slowly, yet steadily growing.
A man stood over her, a bloody knife clutched in his hand.
Cassie...
Harry had felt rage before. He had been furious at the Dursley's, but that was fury for himself. Now he was enraged for Cassie.
Very enraged.
It all seemed very strange, it was like he was watching a weird movie about himself. There was Cassie, lying on the floor, him, apparently beating the crap out of the attacker.
There was a lot of red. All he could see is red. Then spots of black and blue, but mostly red. Then all at once everything seemed to snap back into place. Harry dropped the unconscious invader, realizing what he had been doing. He rushed over to Cassie and cradled her head in his lap.
"Cassie..." he whispered, her laboured breathing echoing loudly in his ears. Hot tears poured down his cheeks. Slowly, Cassie lifted a shaking hand and placed it against his cheek.
"Please, don't die on me..." he said softly. Cassie gave him one last small smile, full of both laughter and sadness at the sametime, and looked at him with confidence in her eyes.
Unexpectedly, the weight the was pressed against his cheek was gone even as the light that always shone so brightly in Cassie's eyes went out.
"No....NO!!!!" Harry cried out as he wept, still holding Cassie in his arms. Moments passed, Harry didn't know how long - he didn't care how long. He looked at Cassie again, the tears still fresh on his cheeks. A small, sad smile appeared on his face when he saw that she had still been clutching her book. He took it and opened it up to the place she had marked when something caught his eye.
One of the words had been circled - with Cassie's blood.
Necromancy.
Necromancy. Isn't that a Dark Art that...that brings people back from the dead! But why would...
Standing up quickly, an idea raced through Harry's head. If he could get into Knockturn Alley quickly enough...
Grabbing one of Cassie's bandana's that had been lying on the kitchen table, Harry tied up the unconscious man. Grabbing his wand, coat, and wizarding money, he all but ran out the door; he was lucky enough to have the bus arrive right when he walked out of the building. Getting on, he sat towards the back of the bus, glowering at any who dared to look at him.
Upon reaching the Leaky Cauldron, he burst through the door, not caring if he caused any form of commotion. He noticed with grim satisfaction that everyone gave him wary looks and stayed clear of him. Even Tom didn't look at him.
Taking out his wand, Harry tapped the familiar bricks and paced impatiently as the archway to Diagon Alley opened slowly. As he entered the wizarding place he noticed that a lot of students were there and vaguely remembered that he had to leave in less than a week. Turning down Knockturn Alley, he swiftly looked for a bookstore that might sell what he was in need of.
Then he found it, the "Booke Shoppe de Noir".
Sounds promising.
He entered and saw that the books were in alphabetical order. He smiled grimly and headed towards the 'N' section.
Be here, oh please be here...
Skimming as fast as he could, he very nearly missed it. It was old, like most of the books in the store, but the letters on the spine were faded almost to unrecognizability. Grabbing it, he went up to the clerk.
"Necromancion?" he asked silkily, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Harry replied shortly.
"As you wish, young master," the clerk took the money and placed the book in a bag, "Have a nice day," he told Harry, sounding not at all as if he meant it.
Leaving the store hastily, Harry whipped around the corner and made his way back to Diagon Alley. He was so absorbed in his thoughts and hopes that he almost didn't see Hermione and Ron enter Diagon Alley.
For a moment he just stood frozen to the spot. It had been so long since he had seen or even spoken to them. He knew they were worried, he could see it plain as day on their faces. But he couldn't go to them, not yet. He had to save Cassie, and he didn't think he could stand going to Grimmauld Place now that Sirius had -.
Sirius.
Cassie.
Necromancy...of course!
Getting his head together again he ducked into a shadowed area, grinning wickedly. He could get Cassie and Sirius back. He was feeling a little bit better now, he thought.
"Do you think Harry's okay?" Hermione asked Ron as they walked by Harry.
"Sure he is, this is Harry we're talking about!" Ron put his arm around Hermione, "After last year, and You-Know-Who, what, five times now? He'll survive. He always does." Ron replied, his voice fading as he walked away with Hermione.
Harry smiled sadly as he watched his two friends walk away. Then remembering what he had to do he raced back to the apartment
After quickly locking the door behind him, Harry sat on the floor next to Cassie, careful not to sit in any of the blood. He noticed that it was beginning to clot a little bit, and wondered if that meant that time was running out for calling her back. Opening the book, he was relieved, though more than a little bemused to find a table of contents in the beginning. He skipped the first five chapters and went straight to Chapter Six: Raising the Dead for the First Time. He could already hear Hermione's voice chiding him.
"You shouldn't just go straight to the spell you know. If you don't read the whole thing, you might miss something important."
His lips twitched at the thought, but then he frowned. No, he couldn't tell Hermione about this. There was no way she could understand. Ron, either. Bringing himself back to the task at hand, he began to read.
If you have been born as a Necromancer, then there is no nead
for you to read this chapter. You know it all and may proceed
to Chapter Twelve. Go on, stop reading now.
As for those of you who are doing this for the first time,
you should know what equipment you need by now -
Equipment? There was eqiupment?
- may begin the preperations of the dead body and the sacrifice
-
Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
- if you were idiotic enough to skip the first five chapters
(you twit) here's a basic rerun, which can only be read if you
haven't read the first five chapters (and I tell you again,
reader, you are a twit for doing so and strongly suggest you go
back. Death isn't a plaything). Since you didn't read the
first five chapters, you do not have the proper tools. This
makes the summoning less garunteed. You will need to rely far
more strongly upon your will then anything. First, get a knife,
preferably the cermonial and if not that, then a silver knife
and if not that, just a plain knife, but again I tell you, it
will be more difficult (for future reference, it doesn't have to
be a knife but they do tend to be easier to carry around. A
Necromancer never leaves their knife/sword/dagger/blade
unattended). Put your victim (unless you are born as a
Necromancer, you must kill someone for your first summoning, at
least. Most non-born Necromancers must kill for every
summoning. You would know this and more had you read the first
five chapters you twit) -
Harry took a pause to drag the attacker and place him next to Cassie. He stirred but a little, and yet it still made Harry extremely nervous.
- and stand with the person you want to raise in front of you. -
Harry started to stand up when he remembered that he needed a knife. He carefully put the book down, making sure he wasn't going to lose his place, and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. Coming back, he picked up the book and stood in front of Cassie's now becoming stiff body.
- No hold the knife with both hands and hold it over the victim.
While you say the words (which will be given to you soon, have
patience) and slowly bring up the knife. Be careful now, there
is a certain pace that you must use (which you would know if you
read the first five chapters you twit) and the diagrams cannot
be placed here, so you better have good instict - you don't want
Death to suck you into its shadowy voids, do you? -
Shadowy voids? Wizards could be so overdramatic sometimes.
- Now I hope you are ready, for after you finish speaking the
words, you must thrust the blade into the heart of the victim.
Here are the words: Keja sa pylg dra cuim dryd oui'ja dygeh. Ed
pamuhkc du sa!
Harry muttered the words quickly under his breath, memorizing them, which proved to be much more difficult than Dumbledore's password into Grimmauld Place. Once he was sure he had it memorized he set down the book and clasped his hands around the kitchen knife, just as it started to thunder outside.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, rolling his eyes, "it just had to be cliché, didn't it..." He sighed in slight annoyance and cleared his throat. Slowly raising the blade up, he said, "Keja sa pylg dra cuim dryd oui'ja dygeh. Ed amuck du sa!" he then slammed the knife into the attacker's chest.
He barely had time to jump at the loud, cliché thunder when everything went cold and dark. Instinctively he tensed, believing a dementor to be near until he realized that he wasn't hearing his mother's scream. Opening his mouth to say 'Where am I?', he immediately closed it again, thinking it both cliché and stupid in case something dangerous was about. Slowly, everything came into sight - but different. Nothing was clear, it was all blurred. Even when he looked down at his own hand, it was blurry.
And for some reason, he had suddenly gone colour-blind.
There was absolutely no colour; it was the strangest thing he had ever seen. Including his first meeting with Fluffy.
Then he saw it.
It looked like a ghost, but solid. It was clear, unlike everything else around him. Cassie's...spectre was coming toward him.
"I knew you'd do it," the spectre told him in an uncannily crystal clear voice.
"Cassie?" he asked, finding it difficult to take in what he was seeing, "Do what?"
"Call for me. Come for me. You do want me back, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I want you back, that's why I did this."
"More."
"What?"
"More. You need to call me more. This is as far as I can go, unless you're will becomes stronger. Even now, it becomes...difficult to...talk..."
Closing his eyes, Harry concentrated harder than he had ever concentrated before. He was only vaguely aware that he was beginning to get a headache. Opening eyes again, he gasped. The blurry, shadow-like place was gone. He was standing over the two bodies, the knife plunged in the attacker's heart.
"Cassie, Cassie!" he yelled, shaking the girl gently. Slowly she stirred. "Cassie," he whispered, disbelieving his eyes.
Cassie's eyes fluttered open to find Harry's concerned face looming over her.
"I knew it." she told him.
"Knew what?" he asked.
"That you were special."
"What are talking - "
"Stop playing games with me Harry. I know you've got gifts. I'm an Empath."
Harry looked at her blankly.
"I am neither witch nor muggle. I sense what people feel. I accidently wandered into Diagon Alley once..." she trailed off, remembering that odd day. Harry blinked rapidly at her.
"I'm sorry, but all of the sudden you're telling me all this stuff and - " Cassie put a weak finger to his lips, silently telling him to be quiet.
"You talk too loud," she told him, her eyes now half-closed.
"You need you're rest," Harry told her, "let's get you to bed. We'll talk about this in the morning."
Carefully, Harry picked the newly raised girl and took her to her bedroom.
"Sleep well," he whispered to an already sleeping Cassie. As he walked away, however, he heard her voice.
"Harry?" she called out.
"Yes?"
"Don't leave me."
Harry walked back over to Cassie who, once again, was asleep. Seeing that there were no chairs and the floor looked dreadfully uncomfortable, he halfheartedly lie alongside Cassie. Just as he was closing his eyes, he felt Cassie's still cool hand grab his. When he looked over, she had a small smile on her face.
"Women," he muttered, shaking his head, as darkness consumed him again.
TA-DAAAA!!!! It's finally here! And longer than the other chapters as well, so you better be happy! I didn't want to end it there, but I need sleep. Jet lag plus a total of three hours worth of sleep isn't something that makes you dance around singing happy happy joy joy. "Keja sa pylg dra cuim dryd oui'ja dygeh. Ed pamuhkc du sa!" means "Give me back the sould that you've taken. It belongs to me!" And the thanks goes to...
Yoshi-fan2003: heh, sorry I took so long...
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A/N: bows Sorry! So very very very sorry! Too long, I take! But it is here! It is here! See? points down
Gone Over
Chapter Four: What's Yours is Mine
Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry was finally able to kick off his shoes and plop down onto his bed. Cassie was practically a slave driver - when she told you to do a job, you did that job and you did it well. Rolling onto his back, Harry absently noticed that he heard the shower going.
When Cassie had said the room across the hall, Harry had thought she was referring to the apartment complex hallway. Instead, the layout of the apartment was thus: the first rooms you see are the kitchen to the right and the dining room to the left. There is a hallway that separates the two and continues straight through the apartment itself. That was the hallway Cassie had been refering to. On opposite sides of the hallway were two living rooms the led to a bedroom, respectively. At the very end of the hallway were two bathrooms, thank Merlin.
Getting up from his restful position on his bed, Harry walked over to the dresser to get his wand that was hidden within one of his drawers. He simply held it in his hands, feeling the warm tingling of the magic held within. He longed to return to the magical world, back to Hogwarts - but he couldn't. He couldn't re-emerge until September first, when he would board the Hogwarts Express in less than a week. What would he tell Cassie? Absently, he wondered if anyone would recognize him with his hair in spikes, as Cassie vehemently insisted he do.
Speaking of Cassie, Harry noticed the shower sounds had ended.
"Hey Robbie!" Cassie yelled, knocking on the wall from the other side, "you awake?"
"If I wasn't before, I certainly am now!"
"Good! Come into the kitchen for a sec! I need you!"
Harry frowned. Cassie never needed him in the kitchen. If anything, Cassie never let him in the kitchen. They always ate either on her couch or his. Placing his wand back in its hidden place, Harry walked into the kitchen wary of what might come next. Cassie, although responsible, was very spontaneous.
Like the time she decided to go to the opera...dressed as if she was from the time period of the opera.
Or when she decided that maybe it would be fun to put five stray cats on the floor below them.
And lets not forget the time she decided to hold a party at the Dark Sun...at three in the morning.
Bringing his mind back to the present, Harry instantly got a confused look on his face. There was a chair in front of the sink with a towel draped on it, and three cans on the table. Looking at Cassie, he narrowed his eyes.
"What are you up to?" he asked suspiciously. Grinning with obvious mischief, Cassie grabbed the three cans and one by one, held them up to Harry's hair.
"Cassie, what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to decide which hair colour would look best with your jet black, that's all."
"That's all?"
"Yep!"
"Of course, my opinion on getting my hair dyed has no matter in this at all."
"Nope. None at all. Which colour do you like better, Robbie, silver or white?"
"Neither, and stop trying to change - "
"Pick one."
"Not before - "
"Pick one!"
"Fine then! Um, white!"
"Finally! Really now, you men take so long to do something as simple as pick a hair colour."
"Silver isn't a hair colour," Harry pointed out.
"That's not the point! Now c'mere and sit down!"
Cassie didn't give Harry a chance to protest. The next thing he knew was that Cassie was running warm water and her hands through his hair.
"What are you gonna do to me?"
"Give you white tips."
"Why?"
"Because it would look cool with your spikes."
"I'm sure."
"You're so sarcastic."
"Of course I am."
"See?"
"No."
"Shut up."
"Ac-"
"Shut up. I'm nearly finished...almost...there! Voila!"
Cassie pulled the towel away and Harry stood up, rubbing his neck and cracking his back.
"Well? Go take a look!"
Walking into the hallway, Harry stopped at the mirror. He had to admit, the hair didn't look to bad. It didn't look too bad at all.
"It's...pretty alright..." he told Cassie when he returned, reluctant to admit she was right. Cassie just laughed.
"That means you think it's awesome, doesn't it!"
"Well - "
"Ha! It does!" she exclaimed, then in a sing-song voice said, "I told you so! I told you so!"
Harry mock-glared at her. Cassie had a tendency to be, well, right.
"Oh, it's you're turn to get the groceries, by the way," Cassie said when she was half way out of the kitchen.
"What! Come on, Cassie, I did it last time!"
"No way, Robbie. You aren't getting out of it this time."
"But I worked so hard today!" Robbie exclaimed, feigning exhaustion as he collapsed into a chair, "It - it's inhuman to make a man go to the grocery store!" Cassie snickered from the doorway.
"No." she told him and began to walk towards her room.
Robbie immediately stoped his pretending and called out, "Slave- driver!" He heard Cassie's laugh from down the hallway. "What's keeping you from going yourself anyway!"
Cassie's hand appeard in the doorway holding something.
"Dracula? You're reading that again!?"
"What? It's a brilliant piece of literature! Besides, you need to show off you're new style."
Harry glowered at Cassie's smirking face as he grabbed his coat, a black trench that Cassie had refused to let him leave the store without, and opened the door.
"Robbie!" Cassie called out.
"Changed you're mind?" he asked hopefully.
"No. You forgot the keys."
"Oh." Harry grabbed the keys to the apartment as Cassie tried desperately to smother her laughter. "Bugger off you bloody wank." He told her only half-heartedly as he walked out the door.
Harry fumbled with the keys as the two grocery bags balanced precariously on top of his leg.
"Shit!" he swore as he dropped the keys. Setting the bags down he reached for the keys - then stopped. His hand seemed to be frozen in mid- air and his body was tense with alertness. After having faced Death many times and continuously walking away from it, he discovered he was now able to tell when something wrong was about to happen.
His head jerked up as Cassie's piercing scream split the air.
Of course, one time I don't want to be right. Why me?
Standing up quickly, Harry jammed the key into the door, attempting to be quiet and quick at the same time. The door burst open and the first thing that Harry sees is red.
Blood.
Cassie's blood.
Cassie was lying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her while slowly, yet steadily growing.
A man stood over her, a bloody knife clutched in his hand.
Cassie...
Harry had felt rage before. He had been furious at the Dursley's, but that was fury for himself. Now he was enraged for Cassie.
Very enraged.
It all seemed very strange, it was like he was watching a weird movie about himself. There was Cassie, lying on the floor, him, apparently beating the crap out of the attacker.
There was a lot of red. All he could see is red. Then spots of black and blue, but mostly red. Then all at once everything seemed to snap back into place. Harry dropped the unconscious invader, realizing what he had been doing. He rushed over to Cassie and cradled her head in his lap.
"Cassie..." he whispered, her laboured breathing echoing loudly in his ears. Hot tears poured down his cheeks. Slowly, Cassie lifted a shaking hand and placed it against his cheek.
"Please, don't die on me..." he said softly. Cassie gave him one last small smile, full of both laughter and sadness at the sametime, and looked at him with confidence in her eyes.
Unexpectedly, the weight the was pressed against his cheek was gone even as the light that always shone so brightly in Cassie's eyes went out.
"No....NO!!!!" Harry cried out as he wept, still holding Cassie in his arms. Moments passed, Harry didn't know how long - he didn't care how long. He looked at Cassie again, the tears still fresh on his cheeks. A small, sad smile appeared on his face when he saw that she had still been clutching her book. He took it and opened it up to the place she had marked when something caught his eye.
One of the words had been circled - with Cassie's blood.
Necromancy.
Necromancy. Isn't that a Dark Art that...that brings people back from the dead! But why would...
Standing up quickly, an idea raced through Harry's head. If he could get into Knockturn Alley quickly enough...
Grabbing one of Cassie's bandana's that had been lying on the kitchen table, Harry tied up the unconscious man. Grabbing his wand, coat, and wizarding money, he all but ran out the door; he was lucky enough to have the bus arrive right when he walked out of the building. Getting on, he sat towards the back of the bus, glowering at any who dared to look at him.
Upon reaching the Leaky Cauldron, he burst through the door, not caring if he caused any form of commotion. He noticed with grim satisfaction that everyone gave him wary looks and stayed clear of him. Even Tom didn't look at him.
Taking out his wand, Harry tapped the familiar bricks and paced impatiently as the archway to Diagon Alley opened slowly. As he entered the wizarding place he noticed that a lot of students were there and vaguely remembered that he had to leave in less than a week. Turning down Knockturn Alley, he swiftly looked for a bookstore that might sell what he was in need of.
Then he found it, the "Booke Shoppe de Noir".
Sounds promising.
He entered and saw that the books were in alphabetical order. He smiled grimly and headed towards the 'N' section.
Be here, oh please be here...
Skimming as fast as he could, he very nearly missed it. It was old, like most of the books in the store, but the letters on the spine were faded almost to unrecognizability. Grabbing it, he went up to the clerk.
"Necromancion?" he asked silkily, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Harry replied shortly.
"As you wish, young master," the clerk took the money and placed the book in a bag, "Have a nice day," he told Harry, sounding not at all as if he meant it.
Leaving the store hastily, Harry whipped around the corner and made his way back to Diagon Alley. He was so absorbed in his thoughts and hopes that he almost didn't see Hermione and Ron enter Diagon Alley.
For a moment he just stood frozen to the spot. It had been so long since he had seen or even spoken to them. He knew they were worried, he could see it plain as day on their faces. But he couldn't go to them, not yet. He had to save Cassie, and he didn't think he could stand going to Grimmauld Place now that Sirius had -.
Sirius.
Cassie.
Necromancy...of course!
Getting his head together again he ducked into a shadowed area, grinning wickedly. He could get Cassie and Sirius back. He was feeling a little bit better now, he thought.
"Do you think Harry's okay?" Hermione asked Ron as they walked by Harry.
"Sure he is, this is Harry we're talking about!" Ron put his arm around Hermione, "After last year, and You-Know-Who, what, five times now? He'll survive. He always does." Ron replied, his voice fading as he walked away with Hermione.
Harry smiled sadly as he watched his two friends walk away. Then remembering what he had to do he raced back to the apartment
After quickly locking the door behind him, Harry sat on the floor next to Cassie, careful not to sit in any of the blood. He noticed that it was beginning to clot a little bit, and wondered if that meant that time was running out for calling her back. Opening the book, he was relieved, though more than a little bemused to find a table of contents in the beginning. He skipped the first five chapters and went straight to Chapter Six: Raising the Dead for the First Time. He could already hear Hermione's voice chiding him.
"You shouldn't just go straight to the spell you know. If you don't read the whole thing, you might miss something important."
His lips twitched at the thought, but then he frowned. No, he couldn't tell Hermione about this. There was no way she could understand. Ron, either. Bringing himself back to the task at hand, he began to read.
If you have been born as a Necromancer, then there is no nead
for you to read this chapter. You know it all and may proceed
to Chapter Twelve. Go on, stop reading now.
As for those of you who are doing this for the first time,
you should know what equipment you need by now -
Equipment? There was eqiupment?
- may begin the preperations of the dead body and the sacrifice
-
Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
- if you were idiotic enough to skip the first five chapters
(you twit) here's a basic rerun, which can only be read if you
haven't read the first five chapters (and I tell you again,
reader, you are a twit for doing so and strongly suggest you go
back. Death isn't a plaything). Since you didn't read the
first five chapters, you do not have the proper tools. This
makes the summoning less garunteed. You will need to rely far
more strongly upon your will then anything. First, get a knife,
preferably the cermonial and if not that, then a silver knife
and if not that, just a plain knife, but again I tell you, it
will be more difficult (for future reference, it doesn't have to
be a knife but they do tend to be easier to carry around. A
Necromancer never leaves their knife/sword/dagger/blade
unattended). Put your victim (unless you are born as a
Necromancer, you must kill someone for your first summoning, at
least. Most non-born Necromancers must kill for every
summoning. You would know this and more had you read the first
five chapters you twit) -
Harry took a pause to drag the attacker and place him next to Cassie. He stirred but a little, and yet it still made Harry extremely nervous.
- and stand with the person you want to raise in front of you. -
Harry started to stand up when he remembered that he needed a knife. He carefully put the book down, making sure he wasn't going to lose his place, and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. Coming back, he picked up the book and stood in front of Cassie's now becoming stiff body.
- No hold the knife with both hands and hold it over the victim.
While you say the words (which will be given to you soon, have
patience) and slowly bring up the knife. Be careful now, there
is a certain pace that you must use (which you would know if you
read the first five chapters you twit) and the diagrams cannot
be placed here, so you better have good instict - you don't want
Death to suck you into its shadowy voids, do you? -
Shadowy voids? Wizards could be so overdramatic sometimes.
- Now I hope you are ready, for after you finish speaking the
words, you must thrust the blade into the heart of the victim.
Here are the words: Keja sa pylg dra cuim dryd oui'ja dygeh. Ed
pamuhkc du sa!
Harry muttered the words quickly under his breath, memorizing them, which proved to be much more difficult than Dumbledore's password into Grimmauld Place. Once he was sure he had it memorized he set down the book and clasped his hands around the kitchen knife, just as it started to thunder outside.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, rolling his eyes, "it just had to be cliché, didn't it..." He sighed in slight annoyance and cleared his throat. Slowly raising the blade up, he said, "Keja sa pylg dra cuim dryd oui'ja dygeh. Ed amuck du sa!" he then slammed the knife into the attacker's chest.
He barely had time to jump at the loud, cliché thunder when everything went cold and dark. Instinctively he tensed, believing a dementor to be near until he realized that he wasn't hearing his mother's scream. Opening his mouth to say 'Where am I?', he immediately closed it again, thinking it both cliché and stupid in case something dangerous was about. Slowly, everything came into sight - but different. Nothing was clear, it was all blurred. Even when he looked down at his own hand, it was blurry.
And for some reason, he had suddenly gone colour-blind.
There was absolutely no colour; it was the strangest thing he had ever seen. Including his first meeting with Fluffy.
Then he saw it.
It looked like a ghost, but solid. It was clear, unlike everything else around him. Cassie's...spectre was coming toward him.
"I knew you'd do it," the spectre told him in an uncannily crystal clear voice.
"Cassie?" he asked, finding it difficult to take in what he was seeing, "Do what?"
"Call for me. Come for me. You do want me back, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I want you back, that's why I did this."
"More."
"What?"
"More. You need to call me more. This is as far as I can go, unless you're will becomes stronger. Even now, it becomes...difficult to...talk..."
Closing his eyes, Harry concentrated harder than he had ever concentrated before. He was only vaguely aware that he was beginning to get a headache. Opening eyes again, he gasped. The blurry, shadow-like place was gone. He was standing over the two bodies, the knife plunged in the attacker's heart.
"Cassie, Cassie!" he yelled, shaking the girl gently. Slowly she stirred. "Cassie," he whispered, disbelieving his eyes.
Cassie's eyes fluttered open to find Harry's concerned face looming over her.
"I knew it." she told him.
"Knew what?" he asked.
"That you were special."
"What are talking - "
"Stop playing games with me Harry. I know you've got gifts. I'm an Empath."
Harry looked at her blankly.
"I am neither witch nor muggle. I sense what people feel. I accidently wandered into Diagon Alley once..." she trailed off, remembering that odd day. Harry blinked rapidly at her.
"I'm sorry, but all of the sudden you're telling me all this stuff and - " Cassie put a weak finger to his lips, silently telling him to be quiet.
"You talk too loud," she told him, her eyes now half-closed.
"You need you're rest," Harry told her, "let's get you to bed. We'll talk about this in the morning."
Carefully, Harry picked the newly raised girl and took her to her bedroom.
"Sleep well," he whispered to an already sleeping Cassie. As he walked away, however, he heard her voice.
"Harry?" she called out.
"Yes?"
"Don't leave me."
Harry walked back over to Cassie who, once again, was asleep. Seeing that there were no chairs and the floor looked dreadfully uncomfortable, he halfheartedly lie alongside Cassie. Just as he was closing his eyes, he felt Cassie's still cool hand grab his. When he looked over, she had a small smile on her face.
"Women," he muttered, shaking his head, as darkness consumed him again.
TA-DAAAA!!!! It's finally here! And longer than the other chapters as well, so you better be happy! I didn't want to end it there, but I need sleep. Jet lag plus a total of three hours worth of sleep isn't something that makes you dance around singing happy happy joy joy. "Keja sa pylg dra cuim dryd oui'ja dygeh. Ed pamuhkc du sa!" means "Give me back the sould that you've taken. It belongs to me!" And the thanks goes to...
Yoshi-fan2003: heh, sorry I took so long...
Remmy: you know what, he probably would, too...I wonder if all British think that...
ER: sorry I took long. I sort of did the blonde thing...think of it as...very very white blonde, eh? SORRY I TAKE SO LONG!!!!
'Mes: Thank you for the tip 'bout pounds! Good thing he got a job, eh? And yes, Lucius does suspect. I guess it comes with being a Death Eater...shrugs
Pinkdevil: again, sorry I didn't hurry! Yes, we Americans have accents...to everyone else! snickers
glimmer: thank you muchly for the compliment. I'm trying me best, how am I doing so far (for the keeping in character bit)
Rix: You're faves? I feel loved! As for being evil...I canna tell you that!
NiaSphinx: sorry I took so long, but hey, it's here!
maria: no, he couldn't use an anto-trace charm cuz then they would notice that!
Phoenix Flight: you're mum's a children's author? Cool. Hope you know what date it is now!
Ms. Issues: Ta muchly! I don't know what I'll make him...I wanna keep him in character though...
Hermione71089: Ta muchly!
Kim13: I might...you never know...
Naomi SilverWolf: Ta muchly!
Maria: Sorry...will fix that...prolly next chappie...
LittleMiss2: Ta muchly!
BeeAyeElle: Ta muchly! I'll probably change that very soon. Gotta make it right, after all!
Brianna3: Thankies! I feel so gawsh-durned woved! .
serapotter: Thank you! Sorry I took so long... looks sheepish
Becca: Well, technically I did what you asked, just not very quickly...
WithAPenInHerHand: Ta muchly! bows
ROGUE-sorceress: Actually, I'm doing both. I have a basic plot up in my mind, but a lot of it I make up as I go along. Like the muggles thinking Harry was a ghost in Chapter Three, I didn't know that was going to happen 'til I wrote, well, typed, it out. And yeah...'tis been way over a month...sorry...
Nabiki: um...right now?
npetrenko: Slowly I work, but it gets here! Hey, it was the tortoise who won the race y'know...(lol)
sd1202: that it is, that it is...
Ami: I don't really know. Tricksy little Goblinses, they are, and very smart ones, too. Who knows what they know? They could be watching right now...
Party Girl2: erm...well...hmm....yesh...yesh he is...please, no get angry!! :b
Jess16: ta muchly! I thought the Giraffe and Pigs was very...ah...complementary myself...snickers