Paradise Found
Soul Dust
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Summary: See before!
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!'
Chapter 14: Thoughts of Revenge
"Hey, you there! There's a girl coming towards site Q3SH, VERY fast mind you, so you might want to warn the guys there. The sight there is particularly bad; she's too young to be allowed to see it." A man wearing grey Auror robes shouted to a nervous looking youth as he noted a red dot on the map approaching the site rapidly. A turquoise badge on the younger man's robes declared that he is a 3rd level trainee.
"Yes Sir, immediately Sir!" the youth saluted him and promptly sprinted away. The older man rolled his eyes after the trainee as he ran, instead of taking the much easier and quicker way of Apparating. Realising that by running, there's no way he'll arrive before the girl does, the Auror called his colleague to take over the map, and Apparated to site Q3SH with a crack.
"Smyth? Hey Smyth! What you doing here?" The balding man exclaimed as Auror Smyth Apparated in front of him.
"No time for pleasantries Wellston, there's a girl coming, should be here VERY soon. We've got to stop her; she's way too young to see this site."
"Shit, too late, she's already here." Auror Wellston swore as he glanced at his own site map. "Come on Smyth." He beckoned his colleague and Apparated down to the site.
They arrived upon the scene with twin cracks, and saw in front of them the girl pleading with Aurors standing guard let her in. They walked quickly over.
"Please sir, let me just see them…they're my family! I've already seen the photos on the newspaper, why can't I see this?" the girl shouted through her tears.
"Is there a problem Johnson?" Wellston asked the Aurors.
"No Sir, this young lady is trying to gain entrance to top security site Q3SH." The young Aurors replied with a salute.
Turning to the distraught girl, Wellston smiled comfortingly. "Now dear, I understand that you are very upset about your family but I cannot allow you to go in there. Seeing it in a photograph and seeing it for real is very different."
"But you HAVE to let me in!" the girl cried, growing rapidly more hysterical.
Exchanging a glance with Smyth, Markus Wellston raised his wand, and said apologetically: "Sorry girlie, you pushed us into it…Stupefy!" A large beam of red light shot out of the wood and rushed toward the girl who bore a shocked expression on her face. It hit her squarely on the chest and…dissolved into her, leaving her awake and upright. The Aurors exchanged worried looks as blue tendrils of magic started pulsating out of the young girl, who looked absolutely infuriated. The blue mist pushed out the red lights of the Stunning charm, and combined to create a large mist of a sickly purple hue, which contrasted for a moment before exploding outwards towards the Aurors and enveloping them before spreading away to fill the entire site. As the burst of magic faded, all living creatures in site Q3SH were laid Stunned on the ground. The girl grinned as she saw what she had accomplished, and set off determinedly to the site where her second home had once been.
Far away from her, two sources of power sped toward her in an amazing speed from opposite directions. A large group of Dementors, drawn by a large burst of magical energy, are coming to feed with a dozen Death Eaters riding amidst them. At the same time, a black hawk hurtled through the sky, slicing through the morning air.
Constantly searching into the ground below, Harry was shocked to see a sudden wave of purple magic ripple across an area of blackened ground, pulsating sickeningly over all signs of life. What was even more shocking was the sight of a group of Dementors and Death Eaters making their way towards the source of the magical energy burst which reached his now impossibly far-sighted eyes. They travelled rapidly, as if drawn towards it by a gigantic magnet
"Shit!" cursed Harry, which came out in a harsh scream. The Harry-Hawk dived suddenly, the vibrant green eyes deep in concentration and calculated as the avian dropped lower and lower towards the ground. Just as the red mist faded away, he landed hard onto a branch, toppling onto the ground as a result, and changed back into human shaped with a conscious thought. Not very far away, he could see the cloud of black cloaks floating towards him. Cursing fluently, Harry looked around him franticly; he has to find Aeolia before it was too late.
"Aeolia!" he shouted into the surroundings. "Aeolia where the hell are you?" peering into the gloom that stretched before him, he strained to see the figure of his sister.
A feather light touch on the shoulder made him spin around in a fit of wild panic, and found himself gazing down to a pair of cold dark brown eyes, just in front of the tip of his poised wand.
"Hello, brother mine, having fun?" the thin red lips twisted themselves into one of his smiles, as the girl gazed at him with those strangely reptilian pupils.
"Aeolia? What the hell happened to you?"
"Hell happened to me dear brother," an indulging smirk played about her darkened features, sending unpleasant shivers down Harry's spine.
"Aeolia…are you in there? This is not you," grabbing hold of the girl's shoulder, he shook it gently, and a surge of hope flared in the back of his conscious as a spark of humanity shone briefly deep in the recess of her dark pupils before the darkness clouded over again. "Come on, get a grip on yourself, don't let him win!"
Aeolia struggled wildly against the vice-like grips on her shoulders just as a familiar part of her struggled with all its might against the black cold walls around it, trying desperately trying to break through. She heard herself say: "Get away from me! Don't even try to pretend to know, because you don't!" An angry snarl found itself onto her pretty features, a sudden animalistic quality emerging from those dark pupils.
All of a sudden a feeling of utmost coldness and despair seized their hearts, forcing their arms to their sides limply. Turning around slowly, Harry's blood froze as he took in the sight of at least 50 Dementors gliding impassively towards them, rotting hands stretched out rigid in front of them, behind them, each with their wands raised, were at least 20 robed and masked Death Eaters.
tbc
A/N: Sorry about how short this is! I'm in a bit of a hurry to get this posted, so…but thank everyone who's bothered to read this fic so far!
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Soul-Dust