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Chapter XIV: Bond.
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As the doors of the vault closed, Sol began to breathe normally. It was like he was glad to get out of there. What was in there that made him so weak?
"I thought you didn't believe in magic," I said as we made our way towards the lift. Sol was unreceptive to the conversation of magic but never questioned the devices that she had used to travel and the strange collection of artifacts. "Not even as a child."
"I believed in it once," Sol sighed as the lift started to rise. "But that was a long time ago."
"What made your belief fade?" I asked. I was treading into dangerous waters here. This was his life we were talking about. Sol was silent for a moment and looked at me with sad eyes. Then he spoke.
"When I was about nine, I met this wonderful girl. She is nice and sweet. Then she told me something unbelievable. She told me that she is a witch.
"At first I was shocked. Stories of witches were evil magic users that were old hags and ate children. But when I am with her, I nearly forgot that she was a witch. To me, she is my dearest friend.
"Then she had gotten this letter accepting her to Hogwarts. I assume that you went there?" I nodded and waited for him to continue. "I was happy for her but sad at the same time. She was going to her dream school and she was excited too. But she was leaving and I will not see her for a few months.
"We enjoyed what little time we had together. Although in reality, we would see each other again. But something deep inside me told me that it would not be so. That fear came to reality one day.
On the week before she was due to Hogwarts, I visited to be with her, as usual. Then when I came..." Sol paused. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes. I knew this subject was hurting him. But he suddenly smiled an eerie smile that made me shiver.
"There was nothing anyone can do," Sol said as he looked the ceiling. "I held her in my arms as she breathed her dying breath. She was afraid and shivering when I found her. The house was ransacked and I could still smell blood in the air. But all that mattered then was her. I didn't know that her attackers were still in the house. They saw me with her and took their wands and aimed it at me. All I saw was a green flash and I blacked out. When I came to I saw a very old man looking at me with his half moon spectacles and smiling."
Sol sighed as the lift stopped but didn't open the doors. He just looked at them as if they suddenly interest him.
"I went wild. I saw them taking Diana's body away and I struggled to be with her. There were suddenly men that tried to stop me but they failed. I did reach her and took her again in my arms. I won't let them touch her." Sol's arms wrapped around an imaginary body as he seemed to caress its hair. It was touching although I must admit, creepy. Even for me.
"What happened?" it came as a whisper.
"Somehow. I blacked out again. When I woke I could hear the old man arguing against obliviating me, whatever that was."
"Erasing your memory," I supplied.
"I gathered as much," Sol sighed. "Then the old man entrusted me with the vault we've just been. He even told me that I could use it as I see fit." Sol suddenly chuckled and opened the lift's doors. "So far I seem to be adding to its collection."
"Why didn't they modify your memory?" I asked.
"Ask the old man who protected me from them," he smiled.
"You called me Diana," I reminded him as the thought crossed my mind.
"You reminded me of her. In appearance and virtue. Although she had raven black hair and emerald eyes," he smiled at me sweetly.
"Just like yours," I said as I gazed, entranced by his eyes. Then I noticed something I didn't before. His left eye had a lighter shade than the other. I blinked slowly as he smiled softly at my confused state.
"Just noticed it, huh?" he smiled as he walked out of the lift. I followed him albeit I was really confused. "I have two eyes, Miss Luna. The left looks into the past and the right looks towards the future. That is the way I live my life." His right eye was different in a sense that it felt like it belonged to another person... It can't be.
"How?" was the only question in my mind.
"The old man did it to me as a favor," Sol said. "Diana always looks to the future and ever since her death, I kept looking into the past. The future's bleak without her."
"Then why do you still live?" I asked softly. I had felt what he felt when my mother died. It was like a chunk of you was taken from your soul and would never return. I'm afraid to admit, before I made friends with Harry, I had considered in taking my own life. But never had I seen a lost soul like his.
When I first saw him he seemed jovial and carefree. It was hard to think that he was a lost soul, just like me. No. He was worse.
"That is something I do not know," he said as he walked into his bed space. Naturally, having peaked my curiosity, I followed. "Nor do I know why I continue to seek these relics that I do not even recognize."
"Maybe something is driving you to do it," I offered.
"Perhaps, 'someone'," he smiled. "Diana has a fascination in magical artifacts. I still have her collection in basement two. I used to tease her that she was collecting junk. She told me that these were not junk to her, but treasures. And now I hold those treasures for her until she returns." Sol sighed as he placed the box on his nightstand and lay on his bed. "Could we discuss this at a different time?" he asked.
Nodding, I smiled. "What's our next move?" Just then, he stood up and straightened his clothes.
"It's dangerous for you and us if you leave. You are welcome to my bed and my home."
"Are you saying that I should sleep here?" I was shocked to hear that.
"Exactly," he smiled. "The john is through that door and you are welcome to use whatever you may find in the closet."
"And then?" I asked.
"I need to find that old man and ask him," he cringed in worry. "Right now, I'm clueless." Something about his description of the old man was familiar.
"Was this man tall, thin, white long hair and beard, wears half moon spectacles, pointy hat and had an air of authority, though he does not seem like the sort to follow rules?" I asked. Sol gave me a confused expression and nodded once.
"I think I know where to find him."
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End of 14.
A/n: Wow. Fourteen chapters. Anyway, please review.
And my Lady, Thank you.
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Chapter XIV: Bond.
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As the doors of the vault closed, Sol began to breathe normally. It was like he was glad to get out of there. What was in there that made him so weak?
"I thought you didn't believe in magic," I said as we made our way towards the lift. Sol was unreceptive to the conversation of magic but never questioned the devices that she had used to travel and the strange collection of artifacts. "Not even as a child."
"I believed in it once," Sol sighed as the lift started to rise. "But that was a long time ago."
"What made your belief fade?" I asked. I was treading into dangerous waters here. This was his life we were talking about. Sol was silent for a moment and looked at me with sad eyes. Then he spoke.
"When I was about nine, I met this wonderful girl. She is nice and sweet. Then she told me something unbelievable. She told me that she is a witch.
"At first I was shocked. Stories of witches were evil magic users that were old hags and ate children. But when I am with her, I nearly forgot that she was a witch. To me, she is my dearest friend.
"Then she had gotten this letter accepting her to Hogwarts. I assume that you went there?" I nodded and waited for him to continue. "I was happy for her but sad at the same time. She was going to her dream school and she was excited too. But she was leaving and I will not see her for a few months.
"We enjoyed what little time we had together. Although in reality, we would see each other again. But something deep inside me told me that it would not be so. That fear came to reality one day.
On the week before she was due to Hogwarts, I visited to be with her, as usual. Then when I came..." Sol paused. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes. I knew this subject was hurting him. But he suddenly smiled an eerie smile that made me shiver.
"There was nothing anyone can do," Sol said as he looked the ceiling. "I held her in my arms as she breathed her dying breath. She was afraid and shivering when I found her. The house was ransacked and I could still smell blood in the air. But all that mattered then was her. I didn't know that her attackers were still in the house. They saw me with her and took their wands and aimed it at me. All I saw was a green flash and I blacked out. When I came to I saw a very old man looking at me with his half moon spectacles and smiling."
Sol sighed as the lift stopped but didn't open the doors. He just looked at them as if they suddenly interest him.
"I went wild. I saw them taking Diana's body away and I struggled to be with her. There were suddenly men that tried to stop me but they failed. I did reach her and took her again in my arms. I won't let them touch her." Sol's arms wrapped around an imaginary body as he seemed to caress its hair. It was touching although I must admit, creepy. Even for me.
"What happened?" it came as a whisper.
"Somehow. I blacked out again. When I woke I could hear the old man arguing against obliviating me, whatever that was."
"Erasing your memory," I supplied.
"I gathered as much," Sol sighed. "Then the old man entrusted me with the vault we've just been. He even told me that I could use it as I see fit." Sol suddenly chuckled and opened the lift's doors. "So far I seem to be adding to its collection."
"Why didn't they modify your memory?" I asked.
"Ask the old man who protected me from them," he smiled.
"You called me Diana," I reminded him as the thought crossed my mind.
"You reminded me of her. In appearance and virtue. Although she had raven black hair and emerald eyes," he smiled at me sweetly.
"Just like yours," I said as I gazed, entranced by his eyes. Then I noticed something I didn't before. His left eye had a lighter shade than the other. I blinked slowly as he smiled softly at my confused state.
"Just noticed it, huh?" he smiled as he walked out of the lift. I followed him albeit I was really confused. "I have two eyes, Miss Luna. The left looks into the past and the right looks towards the future. That is the way I live my life." His right eye was different in a sense that it felt like it belonged to another person... It can't be.
"How?" was the only question in my mind.
"The old man did it to me as a favor," Sol said. "Diana always looks to the future and ever since her death, I kept looking into the past. The future's bleak without her."
"Then why do you still live?" I asked softly. I had felt what he felt when my mother died. It was like a chunk of you was taken from your soul and would never return. I'm afraid to admit, before I made friends with Harry, I had considered in taking my own life. But never had I seen a lost soul like his.
When I first saw him he seemed jovial and carefree. It was hard to think that he was a lost soul, just like me. No. He was worse.
"That is something I do not know," he said as he walked into his bed space. Naturally, having peaked my curiosity, I followed. "Nor do I know why I continue to seek these relics that I do not even recognize."
"Maybe something is driving you to do it," I offered.
"Perhaps, 'someone'," he smiled. "Diana has a fascination in magical artifacts. I still have her collection in basement two. I used to tease her that she was collecting junk. She told me that these were not junk to her, but treasures. And now I hold those treasures for her until she returns." Sol sighed as he placed the box on his nightstand and lay on his bed. "Could we discuss this at a different time?" he asked.
Nodding, I smiled. "What's our next move?" Just then, he stood up and straightened his clothes.
"It's dangerous for you and us if you leave. You are welcome to my bed and my home."
"Are you saying that I should sleep here?" I was shocked to hear that.
"Exactly," he smiled. "The john is through that door and you are welcome to use whatever you may find in the closet."
"And then?" I asked.
"I need to find that old man and ask him," he cringed in worry. "Right now, I'm clueless." Something about his description of the old man was familiar.
"Was this man tall, thin, white long hair and beard, wears half moon spectacles, pointy hat and had an air of authority, though he does not seem like the sort to follow rules?" I asked. Sol gave me a confused expression and nodded once.
"I think I know where to find him."
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End of 14.
A/n: Wow. Fourteen chapters. Anyway, please review.
And my Lady, Thank you.