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make no profit
Some of the writing may come
out disfigured, I apologize
For once I DO! own the
poem!!!!!!! [even though it was heavily influenced by Charlotte Smith], but not
Shakespeare's writing
Also, I do not have a Beta
Reader for this, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. If you find some, please
tell me in your review.
***MY
DEEPEST APOLOGIES FOR GETTING THIS OUT SO LATE. I HAD SO MANY PROJECTS AND
HOMEWORK THIS WEEK/WEEKEND, AND JUST NO TIME TO WRITE. AND WHEN I FINALLY HAD A
CHANCE TO WRITE, I COMPLETELY WENT BRAIN DEAD. I STARED AT MY COMPUTER FOR AN
HOUR BEFORE GIVING UP. HOPEFULLY THIS ISN'T TOO BAD, AND MUCH BETTER THAN THE
PREVIOUS CHAPTER THE SEVENTH.
~Chapters
will be coming out once a week, every Monday, unless my muse fails me and it
takes a bit longer.~
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BeautifulMissLulu: I've been
blushing ever since I first posted this story! I've gotten so many complements
of praise I don't know what to do with myself! Its so weird!!! I never expected
people to like it that much, but I'm so happy that you and everyone else do.
Its an honor to be on both your Favorite Authors List [though my other
fics suck!!!] and your Stories List! Thanks for reading!
ProfessorZ: Always glad to see a familiar face! It's ok that you hadn't
had a chance to review in awhile..you're reviewing now, and that's all that
counts! Lol, I didn't really think I caused you physical pain ^^;; I'm
real happy that someone felt so strongly for that scene. I was worried that no
one would understand how much feeling was coursing through Harry. I hope I'm
always betting better! It would suck if I started to regress, eh? Just because
I'm not sure if I explained it properly, Harry did become one with the Hawk
Spirit, but Alkhuan is a mixture of many different things.... He is
vengeful..and pretty much everything Harry has repressed inside of himself..
[hence him being chained up in Harry's mind] Alkhuan, sadly, doesn't really
know anything that Harry has been doing. He's been there, forming himself to
become strong enough to get out, and now when Harry was forced into the confrontation,
Alkhuan attacked. He really doesn't know what's been going on, because he's
been trying to sustain himself. So: everyone, he has a vague sense of who they
are, but he doesn't know some people..and others more... Aa..Sirius. He will be
explained, just not now. ^^;; He had a reason for proclaiming Harry dead... Ok!
The wings. Yea, sorry if I wasn't clear. Harry now has 4 wings, two black, two
silver. Alkhuan's body is more of his own making, the epitome of everything
Harry ever wanted to be but couldn't, so now that Harry's changed to Alkhuan,
you have to take into account that it's Harry, Alkhuan, the Hawk Spirits..and
other's who have contributed to the new body. You're always so close!!
Stop looking into my mind! Love ya too! ^_^
Dreamweaver: Lol, it's supposed to be different, and spooky. I
wanted something different than anything I've ever read before, and the ideas
just came to me! Chapters come once a week, and I'm always sorry for the delay
if I don't get them out on every Monday!
MiniEinstein: I'm always so glad to get readers who can blend with the
story and really get a sense of what's going on. I'm so happy you find it
moving and well-written. ^^;; I, myself, haven't gotten any nightmares yet,
though I had thought of creepy evilly mean things I could write into this, but
when I sometimes read it over, I get misty-eyed at what I write. [Especially
the scene at the old inn with the girl who dies after being freed.] I sometimes
look at what I've written and go..hey..I didn't write that!!! ^^;;
This is talent I hadn't even knew I possessed, and I think that if everyone
just found the one thing that spurred them on..me finding mine in haunting
music...they could write to their heart's content.
B: I've been getting that a lot. ^^;; I'm just afraid that if I try to
change my style at all, it would completely ruin the story, and I don't want
that. Celtic. Now that's new. I never even thought of that before, but I can
see where you're coming from. I wonder if anyone else is thinking along the same
lines.
striped_jaguar: -Sighs in relief- I thought you had left me! -hugs- I'm
so glad your back! Imagine me, writing two chapters, and no stripes replying..I
was heartbroken! :..[ But fear not! Remii is strong! Remii is a survivor!
Remii wants to lock Stripes in a closet so that she made wave little flags
around getting Remii to write more often. Hail to the plan! I like blue. Blue
scribbles are nice. Posted here. Pink is nice too. Sometimes. Stripes must
read! Green is the best. What a great color. -thumbs up- They are! We
must pity Dumbledore, for he is old and manipulative and the kind of
grandfather that you always want to impress, but never do anything right for.
Voldemort will come into play... I thought I had explained that in the last
chapter..? Maybe not? Urg. Body..hehe. Remii will never tire of Stripes, unless
she decides that she doesn't like Aeternus Noctem and stops reviewing for good!
See..Alkhuan..wasnt really live during the Four's time, but you'll be really
confused by my answer when you read this chapter. It'll all get explained. More
come! Alkhuan will be a bit different, but a lot like Harry in ways. He's a lot
more cocky..-clears throat-, and does greatly enjoy his body. His relationship
with Harry is a bit sketchy, but will also be explained later. Later later
later! Trust me when I say that chapter 7, once removed, sucked. Big time.
Reeeeally was bad. Just down right horrid. So I threw it out and went on a
completely different tangent. Much more satisfied is Remii now. I've just been
so busy that I haven't updated in so long! Ack! Acid..mmm...who says he lives?
-cowers- ...Y-yes..Remii can draw. Erm..what should Remii draw? I
thought..since it's my fav, that I might do the scene where Harry is cradling
the girl from the inn, after he healed her. That ok? Or anything specific to be
seen from my mind's twisted vision of it? Aw..you don't have to call me 'miss',
ITS 'SIR' DAMMIT!! You're welcome!!
stripes...: More than one review from you is fun. Repetition suites you.
^_^ Waste of space is cool, means I get one more review!
ProfessorZ: Don't pout! Here's the chapter -hands it on silver platter-
I'm actually kinda happy that no one really told me what they wanted to happen.
-wipes sweat from forehead- I guess that means you guys actually like it! You
like me, you really really like me! I love listening to rants, unless its about
some guy/girl that broke your heart. That makes me depressed.
Keep reading and I'll keep writing!
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Chapter Seven: The Dark Ere Mast
Æternus Noctem
Chains bound his arms, useless struggling producing enflamed wrists; skin
burned red in his fervish struggling. Metal clinked in a piercing shriek
against hard stones, chains holding his arms above his head, legs still
standing strong; the fight for freedom not yet too far from grasp. Harry stood,
a molten million shades of blue making up the body he had previously used. His
soul: the last fleeting hope in his exile made sure the promise that his
traitorous darkness within could no more kill him than end it's own life
willingly. They were the same, him and Alkhuan, a comprehension he had yet to
come to terms with; the thought crushing all he had repressed, hidden, inside
himself.
He lashed out, legs kicking empty air, hitting against
the wall behind him; attempting to propel himself outwards, away from the
backdrop that beckoned him to sag against it; promoting the loss of his fight.
Crimson tears dripped from his wrists, skin torn from the cutting metal holding
them aloft. His struggle was useless, he knew, but Harry's prevailing spirit
would not let Alkhuan win. He would soon gain control of his body again...
Alkhuan walked briskly through the halls of Hogwarts,
right hand tracing stones connecting together to make up the walls, smooth textures
traced underneath fingertips, body memorizing the foreign sensations. Never
before had Alkhuan experienced anything as exhilarating as a mere sense of
feeling. From his birth, he watched with envious eyes as his counter lived,
forsaking the world in which he walked, ignoring all outward stimulation's;
taking his form for granted. Alkhuan paused in his step, countenance
rigid as he looked upon the wall once smeared with blood; cryptic writing
foretelling the doom of all [1]. It was unjust, living the parallel life as
another, yet not being allowed to see all that happened. Alkhuan possessed only
few memories of Harry's, his blank void just that; his to fill, his to
live.
And it would all start with revenge. Harry. His own.
His self. His love. He would free Harry's mind from the torments that trapped
it so, starting with the friends he had tried so desperately to hate [2].
Turning his back from one blessed memory, Alkhuan made his way towards the
chamber which Harry named his own. It was perfect: hidden, enclosed with the
few necessities for survival, one prominent belief shared between the two.
Everything seemed so different, viewed from Harry's opinionated point of view.
The walls, demoralizing that they may look; old age apparent from wear and usage,
misconceptions and faults, yet it took his breath away to see the magic lining
the stones. They hummed with the beats of live throbbing within their
oxygenated veins, resonating the power they possessed to protect and kill. The
school itself was alive, filling with memories from beginning until when it
would fall, holding secrets of late night tellings, keeping watch over its many
children. Alkhuan halted suddenly, shadow falling by his feet, stopping him
from stepping down the stairs that would lead him to solace.
"Eadem." The name hung in the air, reverberating
against shallow walls, thundering down a thousand weights within it's whisper.
Eadem looked to the one he should know, yet
understanding that the face before him was just a keen resemblance to the
comforting side of his master; being that he missed in their partings. He
slinked back into the shadows as 'Harry' stretched out his arm to him; a
gesture commonly used between them, yet somehow so different. The
situation was different. His Differō different.
"Why do you flee so?" Alkhuan's eyes softened, his
pull to the snake apparent in full sense of Harry's body. Eadem hissed a
warning; fangs bared, dripping with venom in defense. Alkhuan searched into the
depth of the creature's eyes, eyebrows raised to express true sadness and
regret with what he found. "You know." A sad sigh escaped from Alkhuan's lips,
tongue wetting his parched mouth.
"Truth?" Eadem demanded, link to Harry wavering in the shadow before him;
grief overcoming his all.
"Forsooth. Be not sad, for his is a beautiful
farewell. Will you not wish him well to sleep a thousand lives, rather trap him
here to your heart's content? Be at peace; keep me not from mine, for who art
thou to determine the tides of his life; give rise to those waves that wish to
settle after the storm has passed? He came to me. Be at peace. He came to me.."
Alkhuan crouched low, left hand extended to touch the affinity that crept out
of reach so. With a blink, so quick as Alkhuan not capable of tracing his
movements, Eadem clenched his jaw over the hand that bade him to submit.
A whirlwind of power jetted forth from Eadem; fury in
the audacity of the being. Fury at himself for accepting the speech for truth.
Fury at the loss of his Harry. Poison released from his body, traveling through
the blood lines of Alkhuan's arm, spurred on by the overwhelming emotion of
Eadem.
Taken aback by the unforeseen attack, Alkhuan
staggered back in his crouch, knee falling to the ground as right hand
supported his upper body; left hand outstretched still, his life piling in
drips beneath his open wound. He stared incredulously at Eadem. His Eadem. Wind
blew his hair from his face, eyes flashing in a power fight from black to red,
his body collapsing, convulsing as his veins drew closed, blocking circulation.
Robe flew backwards, such strength extended from Eadem's magic creating a
pulsing flow of the air around them, trying to push his fallen master from the
floor beneath him, successful in only flinging the cloth material about.
Fingers extending, testing their movements. Arms with enough strength to lift
his upper body, head lifted as red eyes connected with the hardened stare of
Eadem, loose ebony strands falling down gently, framing pale fervish skin.
"Eadem..." Harry whispered, eyes wide, wounded hand
reaching forward only to fall to the ground as his strength gave out. Blood
tears leaked from shocked eyes, trailing down pallid cheeks, red rivers stark
against snow. Harry coughed, blood spilling from his mouth as weaning gasps
gave evidence to his failing lungs. "This...the unkindest cut...of all..."
Without hesitation, Eadem drew forward to eject the
counter poison into Harry's bloodstream. His Harry, at his lowest state, was
able to reach through the boundaries that concealed him from Eadem's view. His
one; his only; his same. Eadem could see it in his eyes, feeling the connecting
to Harry's emotion: relief consuming all. Relief that he was no longer bound,
his soul restored.
"Eadem," Harry breathed out as his body healed itself,
prone form lying, sprawled on the floor. Eadem, his same, before him, watching
over him, gazing into those deep eyes that held promises of eternal lives,
heart beat's dancing to the drums of the woodland creatures, fiddles calling
bodies to sway in their never ending tune. Harry moved his arm slowly, his
tense muscles reminded him of how close he came to death. Inches away from
death he and Alkhuan had been, all their magic not capable of stemming the flow
of life from their grasp. And yet, through his dire need of release, Alkhuan
had forced him upon the throne overlooking their passage between planes,
formless shapes becoming more defined as he prepared himself for the fall into
Death's embrace. But Alkhuan had held him back, cradling his struggling form as
he begged for the end, Alkhuan whispering soft comfort's to still his fleeing
mind; words of sorrow.
And as it began, it did so end. Alkhuan flung him from
his seat upon the pedestal of life, hands reaching up to slow the descent of
his translucent body. It was just as he felt himself die; his wish granted; did
the pain of a slow death fill his senses previously unaware. He found himself
looking into the endless eyes of Eadem, Alkhuan forcing him to save them both
before it was too late. Before his wish came true.
"Differō. Your eyes have sseen much within yourssself. Perhapssss much of
timess of old. Yessss, The anssers are failing from your grassssp, but sstep
jusst a little, and all issss losssst." Eadem neared Harry's
shaking form, loose hair pooling over to mask his face from sight.
"Much within myself...surely you jest Pars? I've seen
much of myself since time had begun, since the blossom of mankind; since the
birth of good and evil. I had lived the lives of princes and kings, slayed
dragons, slayed men. I have sailed down the rivers that led to the moon;
I have seen the sun cry; I have seen love bleed. But I was there through all. I
dealt the blow that crushed my opponents. I was the one to turn against my
teacher, my leader. Do not forsake that I know the past; for I have lived it.
Time flowed under my footsteps once, and it shall again." Alkhuan looked into
the startled eyes of his beloved snake, mouth creeping into a half sinister
smile.
"Differō." Piteously, Eadem
looked on. In a flourish of movement, Alkhuan stood, pulling the loose hair
into a tie, tapping his temple after he finished, indicating where Differō currently rested.
Alkhuan's face hardened, eyes boring into the creature
that neared him, entering through his pants leg to climb up his bare chest,
resting upon his shoulder. Had Eadem been deceived? His lord was no more.
Captured and trapped, kept alive for Alkhuan's sake and no more. His love for
Harry strong, his hate greater. Kin such as themselves could only survive under
the rule of the other, one body never owing to two lives. It was the first
fight of their internal war, and he had come out victor.
"I'm not Harry," Alkhuan spoke, eyes fixed on the
stairs he walked down, trying to ignore the disturbing feelings rising in his
chest. Was he so much in love with Harry and Eadem, that he would feel this
emotion of regret? Not regret for taking control- it was by far his time- but
perhaps regret in deceiving the loyal creature. For crushing what fleeting hope
it had in the return of its owner?
"But ssssame you are.
Eadem sssesss. Ssame. Differō remainssss in you. I remain by you." There was no resistance to be met, for Alkhuan had not the words
to rebuke. Could Eadem see into him, so as he knew Harry, so knew himself? But
what fate would tangle their lives so, casting them into each other's paths as
they fled deeper and deeper into the endless woods? What sprite would mortal
games play, seeking amusement in mortals such as they, ruining their lives as
it paints a beautiful picture? What cruel god would grant Harry his wish of
Eadem, only to render the snake loyal to one of Harry's new enemies? Such mind
tricks took not kindly to Alkhuan, as his joy of freedom diminished, honor
stirring to clash with any injustices' set upon him. More to suffer under his
wrath for all that stood against Harry.
The air grew stale as Alkhuan walked through the
labyrinth of endless corridors in the dungeons, keen ears attempting to
decipher any agonous screams of mortal terror, echoing through the stone walls.
None came, none went; all remaining a ghostly silence, shadows dancing in the
flickering lights of candles, too few set about. Shadowed creatures
hiding away from the all seeing eyes of the Godly Alkhuan, wings spread out
behind him, his stride of power no Ancient Mayan God could hope to display. A
stride of intimidation for the confrontation against the few past friends of
Harry, their submitting leaving him more time to discover what he now truly
possessed.
They were close, his blood singing, palms sweating, a
child anxious to win the prize he was now old enough to compete for. Anxious
voices reached his ears, frantic yelling mixed with infinite worry. His, no,
Harry's name was mentioned several times, mouths gasping in breath as they ran
about. Alkhuan stood outside the portrait leading into the room, thin cloth
material with years of spells the barrier between his side, and that of the
betrayers. The red snake hissed in disapproval of him; Alkhuan finding the
humor of his situation too much to bear, his looks doing him no help
whatsoever. Laughter rang out in the hall, causing the voice to hush, muffled
footsteps approaching the painting. The door flung open in a rush, air blowing
Alkhuan's robes; causing them to flutter about aimlessly, his first impression
that of great importance. The lone girl of the crowd stepped back as he drew
near, her eyes showing all fear she tried to repress from seeing his sweet
smile.
"Hermione.." he coaxed, using the voice of Harry to
beckon her forward and into his outstretched arms. "Oh Hermione. Do not take
leave. The party has just begun."
Alkhuan stared into her startled eyes as he sent a wave
pulse to keep the others abay. They landed harshly in chairs Alkhuan summoned
at the last moment, ivy springing up to bind their hands and legs to that which
they rested upon. No more could they struggle against him, wands useless
without hands to hold them. Hermione remained centered in the circle Alkhuan
had created; rooted to the spot by magic she had not felt cast upon her. Mouth
formed a tight line, sharp remarks and hidden knowledge wanting to burst
forth, yet silenced so in Alkhuan's will.
"Hermione, Hermione...Why do you stare so? Has it been
so long since we last parted? Only before had you held my hand...Cradled
me...Spoke of love..." Angry eyes flashed in the dark of the room, crystal moon
shining through opened windows, few candles still with wax to melt left.
Alkhuan circled around Hermione, much as he had Dumbledore, calculating eyes
assessing his soon to be prey. She was a pretty little thing. Slim, gangly
almost. No creatures could he persuade to decimate her carcass by hunger. No, he
would find a much more suitable death for her. Perhaps by his own hand.
Raising his arm above his head, lightening flashed
outside with the foretelling of an upcoming storm, seconds only until the
pounding beat of rain crashed to the ground, cool wind throwing open unlocked
shutters. Right hand called to the swarm of electricity dancing along the sky,
smoke rising from smoldering skin as rods of lightening focused on his
outstretched hand. Black encased the room as candles blew out, all lightening
from the sky absent as it had all been used in his spell. Where once before had
been uncontrolled flashes of white, now in Alkhuan's hand rested a dagger of
immense beauty. No metal was used, and no metal seen. For the blazing
brilliance of his nature's curse was the element of lightening he had called to
his disposal; the lightening that now shaped his weapon. There was no time to
blink before Alkhuan's hand came flying down, grim face, eyes dancing in
delight, as a red slash of opened skin was exposed on Hermione's arm.
Hermione's eyes flew open in a silent cry, unshed tears mingling beneath closed
eyelids. Deep was the cut that Alkhuan had dealt her, deep enough to severe her
Cephalic vein, yet shallow enough to keep the arm completely intact.
Blood spewed from the dangling limb, had she not been
spelled, it still would not have been able to move, muscles damaged beyond
repair without magic. Beautiful red coated the floor in a pile beneath her
legs, such a sight reminding Alkhuan of when they had first seen Eadem.
Bringing the dagger to his mouth, Alkhuan let his tongue trace the edge,
drinking in the pitiful sight of Hermione's pain filled eyes, disgusted at the
being that cleaned his dagger. His mouth parted to let a unfathomable giggle
erupt, giddy at the thoughts that came to his head. He smiled truly at
Hermione, expecting to see her understanding of the moment's humor.
He walked the few inches to her battered body,
wrapping his arms around her neck, kissing her cheek. "Don't you see,
Hermione?" Alkhuan gestured to the struggling bodies of Draco, Blaise and Ron,
all red with anger for what was happening to their friend; bodies not capable
of movement or speech. "We're here. All together at last. How it should be." He
kissed her mouth, non resistant, pouring his emotions that overwhelmed him. "I
must. Must for him, must for me, don't you see? It has to end, and will end.
Now." Eyes turned hard after his one soft moment of debate. Alkhuan had
to end this now. It had plagued him, had raised him. His need for hate of these
creatures forming in his mind, causing the feelings that erupted from him now.
And there was Harry. Harry who had been through so
much, who had wasted away with the never-ending thoughts of Hermione and Ron.
Hermione and Ron who never came for him. Whatever remorse Alkhuan felt within
his hearts when he looked upon the tear filled faced stirred no more. It would
end. Now.
Raising his arm, Alkhuan once again brought the dagger
burning down, lightening flickering with his force, eyes wide with hate. No
resistance was met as the light-formed weapon met with Hermione's soft skin,
slicing through her chest as he yelled in his despair. Hermione crumpled to the
ground, no life force for the magic to use holding her up. Alkhuan wiped away a
lone tear that dared to cross his face, blood smudging against fingers and
skin, leaving a crude red stripe. He dared not look upon the open eyes, lungs
that struggled to take in breaths of air, ensuring her continued life.
Alkhuan turned in his steps to Draco, empty-flat eyes
staring into gray eyes that held defiance. Could he do this? He must. With a
battle cry to send shivers into Banshees of Old, Alkhuan spread his wings,
lunging across the room to the smirking face of the blonde. Laughing eyes that
could see into his soul. Eyes that must be dead, so much like his own. Just as
the tip of his dagger flashed against Draco's pale cheek, Alkhuan felt himself
being pulled back, a feelingless wind crushing against his bones, sending him
whirling against the wall. Draco stood silently from his chair, wiping the
small amount of blood that trickled from his pierced cheek. Alkhuan jumped to
his feet, stones crushed with his shape, impact rendering the wall useless.
Lighting dagger dropped carelessly from his fingers, blowing into the wind and
back to the sky, it's use done, no longer needed; Alkhuan walked slowly towards
the face that had hurt Harry so. Taunted him. Abused him.
Draco felt a swelling of magic in his chest, knowing
that if he did not submit Harry now, they would never be able to. The two
stopped, facing each other only paces away, no movements to attack, only eyes
boring into one another's. Silently they fought, entering into the wave
patterns of their opponent's aura, detecting weakness. Detecting fault. Draco
withdrew quickly, knowing that their Harry at his weakest had none, and so this
new creature, their new Harry, would so too not have one. Alkhuan smiled, shock
of surprise hidden among Draco's hardened features. He had felt the flickering
pattern of Draco's magic, knowing that the hidden magic newly awakened would
serve briefly, for Draco knew not how to use it properly. It was uncommon for
many to discover their hidden resources of undisturbed magic, uncommon to open
it and use it. But many a desperate time was it found, and so Draco had
unknowingly found his.
But it would be no help. For as powerful as Draco
seemed, he could not control himself, and would too quickly and too much of his
power use. The fight would be brief. Alkhuan crouched low, extending his right
arm to the ground, fingers just grazing the softness of the rug. Eadem, ever so
silently, crept down his arm, circling around his wrist to rest on the carpet
his same had created. Draco bit back a cry of despair. Eadem. Their Eadem. His
Eadem had left. Joined with the side he never should have looked upon. Joined
with the enemy in this bitter battle for life. And he would leave them all,
choosing to watch as they were slaughtered. As they died slowly, doing nothing
to prevent their demise. As..Hermione...
Draco cried out, launching himself at the partially
kneeling Alkhuan, sword forming in his fingertips as tears of rage flew from
his eyes. Sparks formed as metal clashed with the robe-covered arm of Alkhuan;
head bowed, a single river of blood dripping down his arm, drops falling to the
ground. Alkhuan's shaded eyes gleamed deadly as his head lifted to stare into
Draco's eyes. With amazing speed he flung the newly made sword from his left
arm, right flying up to crack against Draco's jaw, sending him backwards.
Draco stood, left arm holding the sword, suddenly too
strong for him to hold in defense. His right arm reached up to wipe the blood
that trickled out of his mouth, forgoing cleaning and spitting most out. He
glared through slit eyes as the amused creature already started to walk to
where he stood on unsure legs. Pain welled up in his body, momentarily blacking
out as millions of colors swirled before his eyes. Cracks of thunder echoed
through the still room, Blaise and Ron struggling desperately for a way out of
their trap. Finding none as Draco had, they could only stare listlessly as
Alkhuan walked forwards to their hurt friend. Raged swelled through Ron's bones
as he gazed demuringly upon the still body of the fallen Hermione.
Draco leaned against the sword as he attempted to
catch his bearings. His vision swelled to where he could no longer make out any
objects, body feeling like jelly as his legs gave way and arms dropped to his
side. Pain laced through his mind, voices chanting, heart pounding to a song he
could not hear. A desperate plea cried through his mind, a lone violin singing
in regret, misfortune, hope. Calling to him, begging him. And Draco looked into
the lessening dark and let go.
Alkhuan halted in his step. Something was wrong. The
magical aura of Draco flared to life, hundreds of arm-like rays jumping from
his body, shining straight through Alkhuan's. Alkhuan cried out in horror as
thousands of lights pierced his body, pain the only coherent thought. His cry
ricocheted throughout the minds of every being in Hogwarts, every witch and
wizard around him, every forming life humming in his despair. All stopped.
Tears trailed from Blaise and Ron's eyes as their sole focus was on the immense
pain thumping through Alkhuan. At the loss they felt, the grief. At the
emptiness from the fall of Alkhuan.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
^_^
[1] The Chamber of Secrets
[2] Alkhuan doesn't have many of Harry's memories, so he doesn't know Draco,
Hermione, Blaise, and Ron's love for Harry