Vampires don't enter into this story for some time! Not until a few more chapters into the book, atleast. Just thought i'd let you know!
Reviews sustain me. I update one i get one review. That's all it takes! I got a review for the first chapter, so i posted the seocnd one. Now, all I need is one review to post this chapter. And if you're reading this, then that means that somebody reviewed. Hapiness! Either that, or I just got in the mood to update :D
But, nayways, on with the story! Enjoy :D
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Harry slowly opened the door to his dorm room, almost afraid at what he'd find outside. First, he wakes up to find a strange, obiously not human woman lying naked in his bed with him.. And, of course, all of his dorm mates had decided to dissappear on him in the middle of the night. Slowly stepping out into the empty hallway, Harry sighed softly in relieif, grateful that everything seemed to be in it's rightful place.
Illiona walked a few steps behind the small raven-haired boy, idly touching the strange symbol etched onto the robes she wore. She'd heard stories of Lions from her old Nursemaid when she was younger, but had never actually seen one. But, this was very similar to the books she had read.
Glancing up, Illiona nototiced that the boy -- who had given his name as Harry Potter -- had stopped dead in his tracks, and was staring into the room beyond in what could only be described as horror. "Harry is everything alright?" Illiona queried softly, repeating herself more loudly when she illicited no response.
when she still got no response from the boy, Illiona sighed heavily, moving closer and peering over his shoulder at the scene that held his attention so completely. A large room lay before them, obviously once very grand and comfortably furnished in reds and golds. However, now the wall hangings were in tatters, and the movig protraits were silent as a tomb. The carpets were ripped into shreds, and the bones of various creatures -- mostly humans -- littered the ground. Along the walls there hung the skeletons of various people, displayed in all their grotesqueness for the world to see.
Illiona shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. She had seen scenes such as this in her visions before, but it was an entirely differentmatter to actually be there, to see it and know that there was nothing she could do to change it. This was not a vision of the past, it was simply a memory of something that had once happened.
"This ........ this is wrong. It's not supposed to be this way! There should be people ........ living people here. And ........ the paintings should be talking, and being annoying trying to tell you what to do, or telling you how you look ........" Harry trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished as he stared into the room with horror-filled eyes.
"What did you do?! What did you do to this place ........ to me?!" Harry turned on the woman behind him, forcing her to take a step back.
"I diddn't do anything! One minute i'm in my room, the next i'm lying next to you! I swear to you Harry, i didn't do anything!" Illiona defended herself, holding her hands up in a placating gesture.
Harry sighed loudly, turning away from her once more. "I know you didn't, Illiona. I'm sorry. It's just ........ I don't understand any of this. Let's ........ let's go see what the rest of the castle looks like, alright?"
Illiona nodded, gazing sadly at the boy's retreating back. She, atleast, had dealt with visions of her loved ones strung up in such a way. This boy, though ........ he had never seen such a sight, had never been forced to gaze at the dead and mutilitated bodies of those he knew ........ or even those that he didn't.
Illiona cautously followed after Harry, careful to not take too close a look at the gruesome surroundings that she found herself in. As they were about to exit the room however, a strange noise came from harry, and he coubled over, retching onto the bloodstained stone floor. Illiona winced slightly, but reflected without humor that it probably did some good to the decorating. Even vomit was better than the blood stained floor, littered with various bones body parts.
Laying a hand on the boy's back, Illiona started rubbing in rythmic circles, humming soothingly under her breath. Harry shakily stood to his feet, breathing deeply and evenly to settle his uneasy stomach. "I'm alright. Let's keep moving." Harry muttered, walking forwards on shaky legs.
As they were about to exit the portrait hole(for the portrait no longer existed, having been ripped from the wall), a tall, lanky shadow suddenly fell over them, and Harry gasped softly in alarm. His fear did not cease in the slightest once he realised just who it was that blocked their path, however.
Reviews sustain me. I update one i get one review. That's all it takes! I got a review for the first chapter, so i posted the seocnd one. Now, all I need is one review to post this chapter. And if you're reading this, then that means that somebody reviewed. Hapiness! Either that, or I just got in the mood to update :D
But, nayways, on with the story! Enjoy :D
-------- -------- -------- -------- -------- -------- -------- --------
Harry slowly opened the door to his dorm room, almost afraid at what he'd find outside. First, he wakes up to find a strange, obiously not human woman lying naked in his bed with him.. And, of course, all of his dorm mates had decided to dissappear on him in the middle of the night. Slowly stepping out into the empty hallway, Harry sighed softly in relieif, grateful that everything seemed to be in it's rightful place.
Illiona walked a few steps behind the small raven-haired boy, idly touching the strange symbol etched onto the robes she wore. She'd heard stories of Lions from her old Nursemaid when she was younger, but had never actually seen one. But, this was very similar to the books she had read.
Glancing up, Illiona nototiced that the boy -- who had given his name as Harry Potter -- had stopped dead in his tracks, and was staring into the room beyond in what could only be described as horror. "Harry is everything alright?" Illiona queried softly, repeating herself more loudly when she illicited no response.
when she still got no response from the boy, Illiona sighed heavily, moving closer and peering over his shoulder at the scene that held his attention so completely. A large room lay before them, obviously once very grand and comfortably furnished in reds and golds. However, now the wall hangings were in tatters, and the movig protraits were silent as a tomb. The carpets were ripped into shreds, and the bones of various creatures -- mostly humans -- littered the ground. Along the walls there hung the skeletons of various people, displayed in all their grotesqueness for the world to see.
Illiona shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. She had seen scenes such as this in her visions before, but it was an entirely differentmatter to actually be there, to see it and know that there was nothing she could do to change it. This was not a vision of the past, it was simply a memory of something that had once happened.
"This ........ this is wrong. It's not supposed to be this way! There should be people ........ living people here. And ........ the paintings should be talking, and being annoying trying to tell you what to do, or telling you how you look ........" Harry trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished as he stared into the room with horror-filled eyes.
"What did you do?! What did you do to this place ........ to me?!" Harry turned on the woman behind him, forcing her to take a step back.
"I diddn't do anything! One minute i'm in my room, the next i'm lying next to you! I swear to you Harry, i didn't do anything!" Illiona defended herself, holding her hands up in a placating gesture.
Harry sighed loudly, turning away from her once more. "I know you didn't, Illiona. I'm sorry. It's just ........ I don't understand any of this. Let's ........ let's go see what the rest of the castle looks like, alright?"
Illiona nodded, gazing sadly at the boy's retreating back. She, atleast, had dealt with visions of her loved ones strung up in such a way. This boy, though ........ he had never seen such a sight, had never been forced to gaze at the dead and mutilitated bodies of those he knew ........ or even those that he didn't.
Illiona cautously followed after Harry, careful to not take too close a look at the gruesome surroundings that she found herself in. As they were about to exit the room however, a strange noise came from harry, and he coubled over, retching onto the bloodstained stone floor. Illiona winced slightly, but reflected without humor that it probably did some good to the decorating. Even vomit was better than the blood stained floor, littered with various bones body parts.
Laying a hand on the boy's back, Illiona started rubbing in rythmic circles, humming soothingly under her breath. Harry shakily stood to his feet, breathing deeply and evenly to settle his uneasy stomach. "I'm alright. Let's keep moving." Harry muttered, walking forwards on shaky legs.
As they were about to exit the portrait hole(for the portrait no longer existed, having been ripped from the wall), a tall, lanky shadow suddenly fell over them, and Harry gasped softly in alarm. His fear did not cease in the slightest once he realised just who it was that blocked their path, however.