Paradise Found
Soul Dust
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A/N: Sorry this took SOO long to come out…but real life caught up with me, combined with a severe case of writer's block. Our school did a full production of the musical Les Miserablés, and I was on the music team, therefore had to go to every cast and band rehearsals, then after Xmas break we got tossed straight in AS module exams, so…well next chapter SHOULD hopefully be out in 12 weeks! Cheer guys! Review on!
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Chapter 13: Obsidian Blade
Last Chapter: 'Oh God, they killed my family! Sweet Lord, Father in Heaven, how could you desert us so? They killed them! I swear, I……I'LL KILL THEM TOO!'
Not another word, my son
There's something now that must be done.
You've spoken from the heart
And I must do the same
There is a story, sir.
Of slavery and shame
That you alone must know.
-Valjean's Confession, Les Miserablés.
"No, Aeolia, stop…STOP RIGHT THERE!" a frantic Severus Snape shouted as the dark haired girl broke into a run, making for the Entrance Doors. Harry, whose Seeker reflex kicked in automatically as the girl broke free from his arms, managed to catch up with her and grabbed her arm.
"Don't go and get yourself killed Aeolia, where are you going to find them? They could be anywhere." Harry's eyes hardened as Aeolia continued to try to struggle free from him. "Revenge is not worth it, not for something like this. You will only take a piece of yourself away with it. Do you really desire that?"
"But…they were like my family, and my family would have gone too as we live in the same town. I…I have to!" the girl struggled harder and a determined glint shone in her eyes. Harry and Snape both held strongly onto her. "Oh just let me go! LET ME GO!"
Severus' dark figure loomed in beside her, his presence dangerous, "Aeolia, child, listen to me. Revenge is not something you want to take upon lightly, I should know." His face darkened. "Especially not now. Have you not heard of the phrase 'Revenge is a dish better served cold'? Don't do this my child."
Looking desperately at her father and new found brother, she struggled to fight the emotions welling up deep within her heart. She could not but feel betrayed at their words. She felt her eyes moisten as she lashed out against them, angry and desperate. "You don't understand! If they were your family, you would too! Just LET ME GO!"
A strange warmth spread around Aeolia's body, encasing her in an enticing aura of purple and black as the air around her cackled menacingly with hidden electricity of her power. The people in the Great Hall suddenly found themselves trapped in an invisible, yet indestructible box, unable to move an inch. Severus and Harry's arms dropped uselessly against their sides as they strained to get out of the case they found themselves in. Upon seeing this, Aeolia was surprised to say the least. Seeing the helpless people trapped there, with no ways of stopping her brought a strange pleasure to her. Severus Snape's heart skipped a beat as he recognised that cold smile twisting itself into his daughter's innocent face, a smile that he has seen every time he crouched in front of a monster, a monster with red eyes. He struggled with all his might against the magical barriers around him but to no avail. He tried to call out to her, but he could not find his voice. Turning to Harry, he found his son in a similar state; and he too has recognised the chillingly familiar smile. Together, father and son watched with sinking hearts as the dark haired girl turned and ran out of the Hall, the Doors sealing themselves after her with a bang.
Aeolia's eyes seemed to cloud and took on a new perspective. The world became sharper, more focused, her ears pricked at the softest rustle of leaves in the wind and her nostrils felt the shifts of scent as a draught of breeze hurried past her still form. Her mind quivered as an alien entity glided through the air and invaded the privacy of her thoughts, twisting her innocent grievances subtly to darker, stronger hatred. A strange sibilant whisper rang clear as a bell within her head, the words alluringly sweet and soft to her senses. They spoke of the taste of sweet blood upon the tip of a tongue, bewitching, luring, and ensnaring the senses upon which it feasts.
Oh the beauteous chimes of screams upon her ears when at last she shall seek the sweet revenge that she yearns so desperately for.
"Revenge, I shall have my revenge, I shall kill, and they shall die by my hand."
As these hateful words reverberated round her mind, another voice, whose gentle lilting tones she would recognise in the deepest deliria. Mother…
"Dear child, what has become of you? Have I not always taught you ways of the Lord and His Love? And yet here you are, throwing everything you have ever lived for into the wind."
The girl's dark, contracted pupils relaxed to normal, the reddish lining faded into the dark abysses beyond. She sighed as she spoke softly to herself: "But mother, they killed them, every one of them, so brutally that I wish I can do the same to them, just so they can feel what it is like."
"Then, child, you will be just like them. There will always be a darker side of you; it is in your blood, given to you by your fathers, this curse flows in your veins like a monster waiting to be released. Dear child, for the love of God, don't let out the monster within. Turn back. Turn back to your father and brother and live happily. Oliver would not want his death to be the cause of your descend into Darkness, and Jan, Jan had always wanted the best for you. She would hate herself if you had gone on."
"Oh Mother…" she shook her head softly, as if trying to get rid of an unwanted nightmare. "Ollie, Ollie would revenge my death had I been him. How would you know what he would do? It's been so long since you last saw him... Mother, you are dead. You have been dead for the past 6 years; I will not let a memory of you deter me from my revenge. You are just a ghost of the past, however much I love you, you are no more. God has forsaken me, and I shall forsake him also." Turning her head determinedly, she walked on, with her wildly beating heart and a whispering voice in her head telling her that it was the right thing to do. Her eyes seemed to cloud over again, her legs walking upon an invisible road on their own accord, toward a place of death.
"Aeolia…Aeolia!" Severus Snape struggled harder against the invisible bonds holding him immobile. Glancing around the Hall, he noticed that all of the teachers were bound in a similar fashion, they however, seems to be Stunned.
"Dad!" a strong voice carried across the Hall and reached his ears. Turning his head laboriously Severus Snape found, with a deep shock, that his son had…somehow…freed himself from the magical barriers. He stood tall and straight, the sight tugging on some remote corners of the older man's memory.
"Yessss, my Obsidian Blade. For thisss deed you sssshall be rewarded. You sssshall receive the firsssssst Elixir, to ensure that your future children will be the firssssst to awaken as my Harbingersssss of Death."
Harbingers of Death…
"DAD!" the shout brought him out of him thoughts and back to the present, where his son, free, gazed at him worriedly.
"Po…Harry?"
"Yes, it's me. But dad, everyone seemed to be Stunned, and I can't free anyone else's bonds…I don't know what I did to make my barriers to go away." He looked confusedly down on his own hands, which are glowing softly with a faint emerald aura; black flames seem to be dancing elegantly over their surface.
"Go son. Go and find your sister, do what ever you can to bring her back…I…I need to tell you both something very important, something that I have just remembered."
"But…what about you?" the boy looked up with Lily's soft eyes. :)
"I will be fine Harry. Go find Aeolia, save her soul before it is too late." A look passed between the father and son, silent understanding shining out of two pairs of identical eyes.
"I will bring her back. I promise." With a nod, the boy pushed open the Doors and ran out into the sun outside, the Doors sealed themselves again behind him.
His eyes seemed to pick up a faint marking in the air that looked suspiciously like the glowing of his hands just after he freed his barriers. It is a softly shimmering line of pale silver with what looked like midnight blue waves flowing through its heart. Somehow, in his heart, he knew that this line would lead him to his sister. Gasping, he cursed his legs for not being able to move faster. If only he had his Firebolt with him, at this rate, it might be too late until he catches up with his sister. If only he could fly! Lost in this train of thoughts, Harry did not notice how his feet left the road suddenly, how his arms reshaped into wings which bore him higher and higher up into the sky.
How fast I seem to travel upon the dusty roads, without even knowing where to go to. My legs hardly seemed to touch the grounds which look so far away from me. Flying through the air…
flying...
..I'm flying? I'm a bird? A bloody bird
"Holy Merlin!" the boy, or avian, exclaimed at finding himself suddenly airborne, way up high above the ground. To the outside world however, all that was heard was a seemingly surprised caw of a jet black hawk. The avian suddenly seemed to loose all its ability to co-ordinate its wing movement and plummeted rapidly against the clear blue sky. Just before it crashed, however, the bird pulled itself together and rose a few feet off the ground, hesitant with shaky wings. It seems to get more confident as it continued to beat its strong feathered wings. Now its emerald eyes seems to be following some trail on the road, the bird moved impossibly fast towards the distance, until it is no more than a small dark speck against the bright sky.
And a bit from my Beta Charlotte the Scarlot Harlot (not really, its Dark Zenith), hehe:
awww me loved that chapter, well you already know that :P i especially loved the bit with Aeolia's mother, no suggestions to make there, it was just beautiful! i look forward to reading what happens next. but in the mean time i shall have to be content re-reading chapter X which is very random but wonderful non the less. praps the randomness adds to it.. ooh also you mentioned something about snape's death. You're giving the plot away-p i look forward to reading that very much, but that just shows what a morbid person i am..hehe im writing lots and lots here..praps you should add this onto the chapter when you post in on the site. then your readers will think you're craaaazy. well...you are crazy so they deserve to know the truth. crazy is good. man, i think i've gone mad, i should really stop writing now but my fingers just keep moving! i need to sleep but i have this compulsion to keep typing! what if i type on till i die, that wont be very nice. well if i type long enough praps i'll do some injury to my fingers so i dont have to go to school next week, that would be nice. but then there would be no jolly maths lessons and that would be very sad indeed. ach i've still not stopped! if you're still reading i hope you've not lost all hope that there may be some small shred of sanity somewhere deep inside this troubled mind. right, im going to stop typing...now
ps. keep writing, you're amazing!
pps. my fingers hurt
ppps. night night xx
ppps. shuts up
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