A/N-Hello everybody. Good to be back. I love the two of you that reviewed
for me again. Why, because of the motivation. Yes and I realize I haven't
put up a disclaimer in like...forever. So here it is. A disclaimer. I DO NOT
OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THAT STUFFS. Ok I'm done. Oh and Allie says hi.
Moving on...
The sun beat down on them as Draco kicked off. Amy could hear them wind whistling in her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, a tear escaped form the corner of her eye. 'Don't look down, don't look down,' she chanted in her head. Her grip tightened around his waist as he turned sharply around, facing the lake. As though he stepped on some invisible pedal, they flew off, exceeding 60 miles per hour. Amy's heart staggered, her eyes blown open. The wind stung her corneas and her lungs were filled with chilled air. Her knees pained from the sudden draw back of her legs, and her face felt very cold.
The wind whipped about her long black hair sending it in all directions. Draco's deep green robes flew back, his Quiddich booties kicked against her shins. Wind blew up her sleeves; she felt the hair on her arms stand tall from the cold. Her face tingled with windburn and the hammering of her heart lessened. Amy had always been afraid of flying. But now, crouched behind a studly Quiddich player's back, the wind whipping through her hair, she felt alive. Her soul fluttered above her mind was filled with a wonderful feeling. An icy chill went back down her spine, the joyous feeling left her.
Draco began to descend on the far side of the lake. In an attempt to look around his broad shoulders, she happened to look down. The glistening lake looked like soft shimmering undulated silk; the sparse rocks were the size of tires. Ahead, the lake stopped at met with the tree line of the forbidden forest. But before the lake came to shore, there was a wide green island. It came into a bigger and bigger view as they sped towards the lone tree that stood in the middle. Yet as they drew closer, the green became spurted with brown. The tree that appeared alive and healthy looked close to death and leaves fell fast.
Amy closed her eyes, as Draco slowed to land. But once she felt them jerk to a sudden stop, what she was about to do popped back into her head. Her heart skipped a beat and began thumping heavily. She anxiously ran her tongue over the roof of her mouth, contemplating very hard. She opened her eyes as Draco final stopped. His face was turned to face her. His ivory cheeks were softened by red of the cold. His hair was still held back in its blonde curl running down his neck. He smirked evilly at her before turning away.
Amy hoisted herself off the broom and took a few quick steps away. She turned away, her face reddening from nerves. She heard Draco drop his broom, then his soft steps across the prickly grass. Her eyes looked down, her hair fell She felt herself start to shake, slightly, but still uncontrollably. She slid her feet inch by inch away from where she believed he stood. Her eyes glanced up and found she stood but inches from the tree. Its pale brown gray bark was chipping off all round them. Bright green moss rose up the roots to the base of the trunk. She looked up into the thinning branches to see but a few leaves left a vibrant green, the rest lay brown, red, and a fading gold.
A twig snapped loudly from behind her. His hand came down on her shoulder in a vice-like grip. She felt a surge of energy through her spine as his grip turned her around. Her body began to quake under his firm hold. Amy couldn't look at him, not into those cold icy eyes, and that harsh glare.
But she couldn't do anything. He used his other strong, tan hand and lifted her chin. The surge came again as his rough skin grabbed her pale chin. Her view became fuzzy and blurred. She blinked and her vision came back to clear. She looked into his blue eyes. They read her face, sensing her fear and only laughing at it. His arms slowly reached up to her neck and his pinkie rolled around her ear. Entire head surged with energy and her hearing went blank. His face softened suddenly, and he closed in. Her eyes began to droop and they involuntarily closed.
His lips caressed her own and she got the same surge again, though substantially stronger. He came back again, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She lifted her hands but he grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the tree. Every thing became blurry again as she opened her eyes back up. The massage of her mouth suddenly became a sense of warmth through out her entire body. Her mind sped through time and space; her vision went black. She felt herself spinning. She lost feeling in her entire body, though a soft sting ran throughout the area around her.
Amy opened her eyes. She was standing on the ocean, the water rippling under her feet. All round her was the deep blue of the deep sea. The blinding sun shit rays all over the water. Soft glittering air fluttered around her, she felt like in was examining her body. The horizon met the sky, a soft pale baby blue dotted with pearly white clouds.
"Amy."
She looked around. She new she was alone, but still her eyes searched around again. "Amy," the voice cooed again. Suddenly, as though it just materialized in front of her, a small body of a girl appeared in front of her. She had long matted black hair; a white strip ran down the frame of her face. She had a little turned up nose and big sorrowful hazel amber eyes. Her little body was clothed in a long tattered brown cloak that was draped over her shoulders.
"Ellen!" Amy cried. Her mind raced as she realized she had her eyes on the one person she had wanted to see for 3 years now. She tried to move her legs to embrace her sister. But even as she lifted a toe, the air around her stung her all over her body.
"Amy, be warned," Ellen said in a meaningful tone. "Avoid this child. You know nothing right now. You know nothing of what he will do to you."
"Ellen, where are you? How did you survive? Ellen!"
"You have been forewarned."
Ellen's body disintegrated again as the ocean began to spin. The two blues fused together in a montage of color; the clouds joined in the hullabaloo. Soon everything began a white and spun through all colors known to man, even some she couldn't describe. The spinning soon became overwhelming, and blacked out.
A/N: Woo. Long chapter. Sorry about the delay too. Me brothers computer which I had bee typing this on was having problems. Then it exploded. Ya. So, anyway, REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! NOW!
The sun beat down on them as Draco kicked off. Amy could hear them wind whistling in her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, a tear escaped form the corner of her eye. 'Don't look down, don't look down,' she chanted in her head. Her grip tightened around his waist as he turned sharply around, facing the lake. As though he stepped on some invisible pedal, they flew off, exceeding 60 miles per hour. Amy's heart staggered, her eyes blown open. The wind stung her corneas and her lungs were filled with chilled air. Her knees pained from the sudden draw back of her legs, and her face felt very cold.
The wind whipped about her long black hair sending it in all directions. Draco's deep green robes flew back, his Quiddich booties kicked against her shins. Wind blew up her sleeves; she felt the hair on her arms stand tall from the cold. Her face tingled with windburn and the hammering of her heart lessened. Amy had always been afraid of flying. But now, crouched behind a studly Quiddich player's back, the wind whipping through her hair, she felt alive. Her soul fluttered above her mind was filled with a wonderful feeling. An icy chill went back down her spine, the joyous feeling left her.
Draco began to descend on the far side of the lake. In an attempt to look around his broad shoulders, she happened to look down. The glistening lake looked like soft shimmering undulated silk; the sparse rocks were the size of tires. Ahead, the lake stopped at met with the tree line of the forbidden forest. But before the lake came to shore, there was a wide green island. It came into a bigger and bigger view as they sped towards the lone tree that stood in the middle. Yet as they drew closer, the green became spurted with brown. The tree that appeared alive and healthy looked close to death and leaves fell fast.
Amy closed her eyes, as Draco slowed to land. But once she felt them jerk to a sudden stop, what she was about to do popped back into her head. Her heart skipped a beat and began thumping heavily. She anxiously ran her tongue over the roof of her mouth, contemplating very hard. She opened her eyes as Draco final stopped. His face was turned to face her. His ivory cheeks were softened by red of the cold. His hair was still held back in its blonde curl running down his neck. He smirked evilly at her before turning away.
Amy hoisted herself off the broom and took a few quick steps away. She turned away, her face reddening from nerves. She heard Draco drop his broom, then his soft steps across the prickly grass. Her eyes looked down, her hair fell She felt herself start to shake, slightly, but still uncontrollably. She slid her feet inch by inch away from where she believed he stood. Her eyes glanced up and found she stood but inches from the tree. Its pale brown gray bark was chipping off all round them. Bright green moss rose up the roots to the base of the trunk. She looked up into the thinning branches to see but a few leaves left a vibrant green, the rest lay brown, red, and a fading gold.
A twig snapped loudly from behind her. His hand came down on her shoulder in a vice-like grip. She felt a surge of energy through her spine as his grip turned her around. Her body began to quake under his firm hold. Amy couldn't look at him, not into those cold icy eyes, and that harsh glare.
But she couldn't do anything. He used his other strong, tan hand and lifted her chin. The surge came again as his rough skin grabbed her pale chin. Her view became fuzzy and blurred. She blinked and her vision came back to clear. She looked into his blue eyes. They read her face, sensing her fear and only laughing at it. His arms slowly reached up to her neck and his pinkie rolled around her ear. Entire head surged with energy and her hearing went blank. His face softened suddenly, and he closed in. Her eyes began to droop and they involuntarily closed.
His lips caressed her own and she got the same surge again, though substantially stronger. He came back again, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She lifted her hands but he grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the tree. Every thing became blurry again as she opened her eyes back up. The massage of her mouth suddenly became a sense of warmth through out her entire body. Her mind sped through time and space; her vision went black. She felt herself spinning. She lost feeling in her entire body, though a soft sting ran throughout the area around her.
Amy opened her eyes. She was standing on the ocean, the water rippling under her feet. All round her was the deep blue of the deep sea. The blinding sun shit rays all over the water. Soft glittering air fluttered around her, she felt like in was examining her body. The horizon met the sky, a soft pale baby blue dotted with pearly white clouds.
"Amy."
She looked around. She new she was alone, but still her eyes searched around again. "Amy," the voice cooed again. Suddenly, as though it just materialized in front of her, a small body of a girl appeared in front of her. She had long matted black hair; a white strip ran down the frame of her face. She had a little turned up nose and big sorrowful hazel amber eyes. Her little body was clothed in a long tattered brown cloak that was draped over her shoulders.
"Ellen!" Amy cried. Her mind raced as she realized she had her eyes on the one person she had wanted to see for 3 years now. She tried to move her legs to embrace her sister. But even as she lifted a toe, the air around her stung her all over her body.
"Amy, be warned," Ellen said in a meaningful tone. "Avoid this child. You know nothing right now. You know nothing of what he will do to you."
"Ellen, where are you? How did you survive? Ellen!"
"You have been forewarned."
Ellen's body disintegrated again as the ocean began to spin. The two blues fused together in a montage of color; the clouds joined in the hullabaloo. Soon everything began a white and spun through all colors known to man, even some she couldn't describe. The spinning soon became overwhelming, and blacked out.
A/N: Woo. Long chapter. Sorry about the delay too. Me brothers computer which I had bee typing this on was having problems. Then it exploded. Ya. So, anyway, REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! NOW!
