Chapter XXIII: Hell
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A demon had his preys in his sight.
A demon that feeds on darkness.
A demon hell bent for revenge.
A demon walked into the stronghold of the Dark forces and stirred the silence of the night.
And he raised hell.
***
"Ian's right. This is insane," Harry said as he slumped on one of Dumbledore's couch. They had been researching the whereabouts of the Death Eaters for hours now with no success. "We have no idea where they are!"
"Ian does," Cho said sullenly. "I somehow felt it."
"How could he know?" Ron grumbled, obviously annoyed at their lack of progress. "Do they pain a sign 'Death Eaters convention' at their base?"
"Ian could see evil," Shiva said as she froze her tea. "That made him a good judge of character. He could see them in a person, he could see them in a city. Evil wizards give a different kind of aura. In fact each person emits an aura that he could see."
"But he's blind," Ron said and was smacked by Hermione.
"You could be so tactless, Ron," she said with a humph.
"Ian had developed another sense while he was trapped in the void," Alexander sighed. "With the darkness enveloping him, it was hard to see foe and friend."
"That's sad," Ginny said as she hugged Carbuncle.
"So that's why he could walk without aid?" Minerva asked incredulously.
"Unless his legs are impaired," Alex said. "His other senses became sensitive to everything. I would imagine that he became disoriented. When he lost his sight again."
"He still is," Cho said as he remembered Ian being unfocused the day she found him. But now she had heard this story, she wasn't that puzzled anymore about his behavior.
But then, Cho had a thought.
"Alex, you knew Ian better than the rest of us, what's his next move?"
"Well," he thought. "If he already attacked the hideout he was monitoring the past months and didn't find anything, he will be forced to confer with one of Voldemort's ranks to find anything else."
"And how do you think he would do that?" Harry asked. Alex gave him a peculiar look before answering.
***
Azkaban Prison was a hellhole. Evil thrives on evil. Anguish, pain and misery were the languages spoken within the walls.
But a being shrouded in darkness was looking for one troubled and miserable soul.
He had no other choice. The darkness covered evil like a cloak. He could no longer see through the darkness and his only option was to seek help in an unlikely ally.
No longer was Azkaban guarded by Dementors for they betrayed the humans and sided with the dark lord.
Now, only humans guard the hellish place. And it was easier getting past them than Dementors
He found the cell he was looking for and peered into the darkened room. Its occupant was glaring at him through the darkness but the stranger did not flinch. The prisoner was broken and was only a shell of his former self. HE was perfect.
Gripping the bars, the stranger ripped the cell door from its hinges and threw it to one side. But the prisoner was not intimidated. He only looked at the stranger and glared.
"What do you want?" the prisoner asked.
"Your life," the stranger said. The prisoner merely lay on his cot and closed his eyes.
"My life was forfeit," he said but the next words made the prisoner listen.
"Your life is mine," he said in a tone devoid of all emotion that sent shivers in the prisoner's spine. "Come with me if you want to live."
The prisoner, after a thought, did.
A/n: this is not yet finished.
.
A demon had his preys in his sight.
A demon that feeds on darkness.
A demon hell bent for revenge.
A demon walked into the stronghold of the Dark forces and stirred the silence of the night.
And he raised hell.
***
"Ian's right. This is insane," Harry said as he slumped on one of Dumbledore's couch. They had been researching the whereabouts of the Death Eaters for hours now with no success. "We have no idea where they are!"
"Ian does," Cho said sullenly. "I somehow felt it."
"How could he know?" Ron grumbled, obviously annoyed at their lack of progress. "Do they pain a sign 'Death Eaters convention' at their base?"
"Ian could see evil," Shiva said as she froze her tea. "That made him a good judge of character. He could see them in a person, he could see them in a city. Evil wizards give a different kind of aura. In fact each person emits an aura that he could see."
"But he's blind," Ron said and was smacked by Hermione.
"You could be so tactless, Ron," she said with a humph.
"Ian had developed another sense while he was trapped in the void," Alexander sighed. "With the darkness enveloping him, it was hard to see foe and friend."
"That's sad," Ginny said as she hugged Carbuncle.
"So that's why he could walk without aid?" Minerva asked incredulously.
"Unless his legs are impaired," Alex said. "His other senses became sensitive to everything. I would imagine that he became disoriented. When he lost his sight again."
"He still is," Cho said as he remembered Ian being unfocused the day she found him. But now she had heard this story, she wasn't that puzzled anymore about his behavior.
But then, Cho had a thought.
"Alex, you knew Ian better than the rest of us, what's his next move?"
"Well," he thought. "If he already attacked the hideout he was monitoring the past months and didn't find anything, he will be forced to confer with one of Voldemort's ranks to find anything else."
"And how do you think he would do that?" Harry asked. Alex gave him a peculiar look before answering.
***
Azkaban Prison was a hellhole. Evil thrives on evil. Anguish, pain and misery were the languages spoken within the walls.
But a being shrouded in darkness was looking for one troubled and miserable soul.
He had no other choice. The darkness covered evil like a cloak. He could no longer see through the darkness and his only option was to seek help in an unlikely ally.
No longer was Azkaban guarded by Dementors for they betrayed the humans and sided with the dark lord.
Now, only humans guard the hellish place. And it was easier getting past them than Dementors
He found the cell he was looking for and peered into the darkened room. Its occupant was glaring at him through the darkness but the stranger did not flinch. The prisoner was broken and was only a shell of his former self. HE was perfect.
Gripping the bars, the stranger ripped the cell door from its hinges and threw it to one side. But the prisoner was not intimidated. He only looked at the stranger and glared.
"What do you want?" the prisoner asked.
"Your life," the stranger said. The prisoner merely lay on his cot and closed his eyes.
"My life was forfeit," he said but the next words made the prisoner listen.
"Your life is mine," he said in a tone devoid of all emotion that sent shivers in the prisoner's spine. "Come with me if you want to live."
The prisoner, after a thought, did.
A/n: this is not yet finished.