I do not own any of the following characters other than Seed (who is all mine) the rest all belong to JKRowling
I know its too short and probably not very good either, meh I'll see what your response is if there is any.
It is somewhat violent sorry about that if it's not your thing but it shouldn't carry on with too much blood and guts, I'll see where it goes. Thank you for reviewing last time those who did, I have to say I was surprised to be on some peoples author alerts, considering the length but thanks anyway. Oh well here it is:
It is written in old wizarding law that a wizard at great risk will send out magical signatures, which can only be detected by those who are open to others. The greater the danger the wizard is in, the more violent and further the signature will travel.
The shed walls began to pulse slightly sending gentle thuds into the surrounding area, slowly a pale flame began to lick its way through the grain of the wood. The pulsating grew steadily more noticeable, the entire shed seemed to come to life with the strain of magic flowing around it, with a sickening crack the walls drew themselves inward, then burst outward sending a thin wavering sphere of colour out into the torrents of rain. Again the shed contracted and released another sphere slightly stronger than the last.
The forbidden forest was shifting a disturbance was coming. The trees could feel it, their leaves shifting uncomfortably, boughs quaking. Wide eyed, the more sensitive creatures scuttled for the more hidden depths of the forest. Centaurs snorted out hot air, creating clouds of breath in the crisp dark might. The howls of wolves shuddered through the air. Something was coming and the forest was waiting.
Spread-eagled and quaking violently from sobs Harry looked up at the black sky his face streaming with rain and tears. Every minute his skeleton would burst through the seams of his skin, glowing a violent amber, ghostly hands skimming the bones, collecting and travelling forth in a new sphere, searching. His skin tore again blood splattered the all ready covered ground. Eyes crying out with pain, a voice tore from his throat "Make It Stop".
It had come. Waves of translucent hands rushed through the trunks, leaves and mud. Looking, longing, searching, desperate, rushing, targeting, needing.
In the shadows a delicate pale face contemplated life. Chin nestled in her palm, tongue worrying the last of the meat from her fangs, her tail gently flicking the air. Bored was all she could think, what was the point in life if all you ever did was lounge, sit, stare and eat, God she wanted to 'do' something. I mean if you thought about it, how good is the a conversation going to be if the only things you every converse with are small pathetic creatures, which your about to devour. They never seemed to challenge her opinions, all they ever did was beg, how many times bloody times do you have to explain that begging is pointless, she just wanted to know what they thought. But no, stupid twerps they still had to go ahead and beg. All she was asking was for something interesting to happen.
A feminine white fluffy creature hit the ground with an indignant yowl, the hands immediately fell upon her gliding across her figure hesitating at her temple and then delving in. Images flashed across her mind, a human child screaming with exquisite agony, in dire need of help. The hands reappeared seeming to have decided upon something converging in a tightly formed ball they began emitting a strong light, hissing Seed straightened up; she could taste the magic leaking from this thing.
The sound of something moving very fast through the still air, made her turn her head upwards catching sight of a distressingly large object plummeting straight towards her, trailed by a pattern of fluttering rags.
"Oh shit" were the last words that ran through her head before she was unceremoniously knocked unconscious.
The hands had found their target; Harry's signature had been successful.