Chapter 7
DEATH #1
Death plucked my ear and said; Live for I am coming
-Virgil
Those blood- red eyes will forever haunt my mind.
They will be my nightmares in my last dying hours.
Are you afraid?
Yes.
Do you have any idea what I am?
No…
No?
Perhaps I do…
Hmm… I always credited you with more than that Percy.
Maybe you should have realized what a fool I am.
May I ask you to think?
…
As you hang on this wall with your last breathe… does it not bother you that a creature such as I will consume you?
No… all you would consume is my body if nothing else…
Oh. Really? Tell me Percy, what do you know of Dementors? Anything on what and who they were soon became?
…
Silence will get you no where…
Those hands are touching me. Ripping my skin from my body… the blood is sticky and tastes like old copper…
Yet as the pain comes, I think of that one night I had with someone that I loved. Someone, that could guess at the pain of being someone that I or he could never be.
The touches that enflamed my chest and enhanced my senses painfully. The kisses that were juvenile and yet strangely adulterous.
He could never love me.
I could never love him.
But loneliness binds strange bedmates and heals the hidden wounds.
… Love that existed purely for the thought.
Yet as that snake like face stares into my mind trying to find some sort- of information that would benefit in this war that he will not win…
"And why won't I win it?" His voice is but a whisper.
I involuntary shudder trying vainly to shield myself from him.
His abnormally long skeleton hands are on me.
Painfully.
Are you there?
Right here my child?
Your child?
So you will be and forever have been.
When can I leave?
As soon as you accept that in Death there is only numbness.
But it is so painful…
That's because this is not Death.
Than what is Death? If not this…
Shhh...
I lift my head up to meet his.
I look into the eyes that my childhood nightmares were made of.
I say with my fading strength…
"… There is no chance of you winning… because he is you and if he is killed than so are you…" Yes there it is. The Savoir of the Wizarding World was Lord Voldemort. Was bound to him closer than anything can be bound to something.
The pain has numbed. His hissing can no longer be heard by my ears. Instead there is this pleasant dimness in my eyes.
The smell of my own blood is fading…
He's gone.
Is he? I didn't notice.
Will you come with me now?
Hmmm… no not yet.
When.
When I lie in a bed. Warm and dead.
Poetical.
Very.
Will you tell me how you found me?
Ah, my child. You found me.
Really?
Shhh… you should listen now as I tell you my story.
I'm tired.
Then let me put the black folds of my cloak around you.
Yes…
O Gods! You are unjust!
My mother and father
Deserved to have
A better child
Than me!
- THE GOD WHISPERS OF
HAN QING- JAO
-Orson Scott card.