The Necromancer's Curse
Big Author's Note: After a long time of thought, rewriting, and realization, I plan to fix up this story. I plan to keep the old chapters as they were in hope that it gives me a constant reminder on what I should and shouldn't do. It's a mistake I use to help myself better. I don't plan on taking it back. I may rewrite it in a later chapter but that's if I really want to.
First off, ignore my stupid plea for fan-made characters. It would be fun, but I now realize how stupid and unusual that was.
Second, this isn't an AU. This is actually an AH, or alternate history. I made something different in the pasts of many characters and you will see how that will come into play later on.
Next, don't forgive OOC. The OOC is there for a reason. However, if I'm crossing the line, you, the reader, have an option of telling me.
With the way things are now, thoughts will now be in italics.
Disclaimer still stands.
Hopefully my characters aren't Mary Sues. Although, technically, something will go on that's weird in the "original characters." You'll see eventually.
It still follows to the end of the second book and branches off slightly.
Lastly, I'm really sorry for that horrible OOC Voldemort. That was an unacceptable piece of garbage, which was meant to be a comic relief. It shall never happen again.
Now on with the story! I pray that the quality has improved from the original:
Chapter Four
When Draco first began to react to his new surroundings, the first thing he noticed was the smell. It smelled like old bouillon that was kept two weeks past the time it should have been thrown out. He stood up shakily, looking around his current setting. With the look of things, he was definitely located somewhere underground. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of rock and dirt. Dull colors filled the room in the form of sediment. A dim darkness settled into his eyes, a few torches lit this territory, allowing Draco the luxury of knowing that some other people were here with enough intelligence to put up torches.
He took the time to examine them for a short time. They were rusty and a bit old, as though they haven't been used in years. A fire was lighted in the middle, being supported by oil, and covered with a type of glass. This whole thing was held together with iron bars. From this general appearance, Draco had come to the conclusion that this was a muggle-made device. He was not too jovial about it, but he was a bit thankful that he didn't have to cast Lumos.
A sound had reached his ears. The sound was splashing and splashing. It was running water! In a book somewhere, Draco read that underground canals would make underground pathways. These would be the homes to different, rare magical creatures. That means he could find help! That means he could find out what happened and get to Hogwarts safely without dealing with his loon of a father. Looking around more, he was hit with the realization that he was inside of a one-way tunnel. On one side, there was a blank wall with nothing but rocks and dirt for company. The other side, however, was a path, lit with more torches.
After walking towards the only way. He reached an opening. No words could describe his shock.
They were monsters, all of them. In different shapes and sizes, monsters they were in the most grotesque thing ever seen. Draco even suspected them of being more disgusting than muggles or house elves. They were definitely all female to any human's eye. Unfortunately, they were all far from the beauties that would have made them human. Their eyes bulged out to the point where you can almost see veins and arteries next to it, and their naked breasts sagged slightly. Monsters, appalling, thin haired, clawed, misshapen-backed, gathered in a massive main cave that seemed to be bigger that Hogwarts itself.
It seemed like a meeting was going to occur; piles and piles of furniture and an assortment of junk filled the middle of the room. He spotted at least three-dozen chairs, five tables, two lampshades, and parts of what Draco believed were muggle-made products. They rose partway towards the roof, which contained several pores, allowing bits of light to shine through. Thus, making it possible for anyone to see without torches. By comparison, Draco was slightly higher than the tip of the mountain of assorted junk. And because the bottom part of his floor bulged out more than the roof, he was somewhat safe from these horrendous creatures' sight.
All too soon, though, a creature seemingly full of confidence and bitter arrogance stepped out over the tower of furniture. An audience of restless, creatures of an unknown sort crowded around her; not all looked happy to see her, never mind to hear her.
"We have not heard from Elle for a long period of time. It is best that we send someone to check her progress."
Another stood up after the command had just been stated.
"The bloody hell? If you don't remember, you're the one who said we should let her be until she contacted us! For over twelve year, she has contacted us every three months to speak of her progress. She was chosen due to her strength and cunning mind. Now that she skipped a visit, you believe something happened? Will you just abandon the overall plan just for the sake of one?"
A silent tension seemed to drown the room. Slight mutters were the only sound present. However, Draco could easily see the monsters' bloodlust taking form. It was in the way they moved and stood still. They seemed to slightly twitch and shake a bit; it was the same way Draco noticed his father and mother felt when they were in the company of others they far from liked.
"Hold on!" The supposed leader of these mysterious creatures suddenly exclaimed.
"It seems that there is an unexpected visitor." She stated, shifting her eyes in a direction. Te others noticing this, averted their viewpoint to where their commander looked towards. There, Draco Malfoy stood, in the view of the most horrendous-looking things he had ever seen.