A/N:You know the drill by now, not mine, never mine, never will be mine, and I'm just a li'l stupid struggling writer wanna be, so yeah...
Suggestions for where i could "Filler" it more are WELCOME!
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"How long has this been going on?" A partially-gray haired, yet still young, man stared at the old man across from him, the one who had once been his Professor, and then, his colleague.
"For two hours now. He's cried non-stop, and I cannot ascertain what is wrong." Blue eyes had lost their twinkle, as he lowered himself down into the comfortable headmaster's chair behind his desk. Steepling his fingers together, he stared off into space as again he tried to figure out what was causing the tears of his beloved companion.
"I always thought…" Remus hesitated, then plowed on. "I thought you could speak with Fawkes. Is this true?" He hoped it was, but knew in his heart, Dumbledore would have already tried that, if it was so. Over top of half-moon shaped lenses, Albus Dumbledore, long time Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stared at his former student for a thoughtful moment, and then slowly shook his head.
"My understanding of..." he looked again at his crying companion, the beautiful phoenix, "Fawkes, comes from our long relationship. We've spent almost uncountable years together. Sometimes it seems we can read each others' minds, but although he can read mine...Alas, I fear, I cannot read his."
The werewolf's shoulders slumped, and he sat down in the chair opposite Dumbledore. "What about Harry? He's always had, it seems, a connection with Fawkes, every si—"
Dumbledores eyes grew wide, and he suddenly rose from his chair, stopping Remus' words. Slippers shuffled on the floor as he walked to the fire-bird, and gently laid a hand on the smooth feathers of its back. "Is this it, my dear friend? Do you cry for Mr. Potter?"
Fawkes trilled a half-flat note of agreement, which caused Remus, who was now by Dumbledore's side, to share a look with the old man.
"Is Harry in trouble, Fawkes?" Dumbledore asked, thinking back. None had heard from Harry since Ginny Weasley's death, but all had assumed he just needed time and space to grieve. Had something happened? Fawkes shook his head, though, which threw them both off.
"Harry's not in trouble?" Remus asked, and Fawkes lifted a noble head to stare at him. "Mm, okay, obviously not." His eyes met Dumbledore's again, and together they both said the same thing...
"Then what's wrong?"
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Miles away...
One of the many masked Death Eaters stared in amazement, and horror, as Voldemort led a young, messy-haired young man into the ring they all formed. A cruel-looking smile graced Voldemort's lips, and what seemed to be a smirk, though she'd never seen it on his face that she could recall, curled Harry's. It stayed even as Voldemort began to speak. "You all are here to witness a most spectacular coupe of your Lord. Even more brilliant than the recruitment of our latest. For years I sought to kill Mr. Potter, to destroy him...and I HAVE SUCCEEDED! I have broken the noble, brave Gryffindor. He's learned who is the strongest, and he came, and knelt at my feet." A maniacal gleam lit the slitted red eyes. "Soon now, the world will know what has happened, and they will bow at Lord Voldemort's feet!" Laughter spilled from his lips, and the Death Eaters all joined in, although one's laughter was rather forced, as she continued to stare at Harry in horror. "So...that said...Something I thought would never happen, except perhaps...under imperious...It will be a delight for her, as it will for me. My dear..." His eyes turned to the small female Death Eater.
/Oh God...Oh no...please, don't.../
"Do give us the pleasure? Perform your first initiation."
The world began to spin much faster around the bushy-haired girl, and her hands shook.
Swallowing hard to dislodge the lump of—fear? pleasure? tears?—in her throat.
Fingernails digging in to her palms, leaving crescent-shaped wounds.
Blood seeping down her fingertips, caressing the wand held in her hand.
Then a calmness, an acceptance, overtook her, and she smiled coldly.
"Thank you, my Lord."
Reaching up, she removed her mask, so that Harry could see who it was, who it was that was to torture him, and cast her old friend a smile. "Welcome, Harry." The word was whispered, as Remus had taught them.
"Crucio."
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Alright: I'd like to ask a question: what do you think is currently going on? Questions WILL be answered, but I'm curious as to what people think are the answers so far, and as usual, help IS wanted AND needed. Criticism is always welcome, as long as it's constructive. If you've read this far, only to flame, then no offence, but...that's...issuey? No ones forced you to read, much less review, ya know?
Suggestions for where i could "Filler" it more are WELCOME!
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"How long has this been going on?" A partially-gray haired, yet still young, man stared at the old man across from him, the one who had once been his Professor, and then, his colleague.
"For two hours now. He's cried non-stop, and I cannot ascertain what is wrong." Blue eyes had lost their twinkle, as he lowered himself down into the comfortable headmaster's chair behind his desk. Steepling his fingers together, he stared off into space as again he tried to figure out what was causing the tears of his beloved companion.
"I always thought…" Remus hesitated, then plowed on. "I thought you could speak with Fawkes. Is this true?" He hoped it was, but knew in his heart, Dumbledore would have already tried that, if it was so. Over top of half-moon shaped lenses, Albus Dumbledore, long time Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stared at his former student for a thoughtful moment, and then slowly shook his head.
"My understanding of..." he looked again at his crying companion, the beautiful phoenix, "Fawkes, comes from our long relationship. We've spent almost uncountable years together. Sometimes it seems we can read each others' minds, but although he can read mine...Alas, I fear, I cannot read his."
The werewolf's shoulders slumped, and he sat down in the chair opposite Dumbledore. "What about Harry? He's always had, it seems, a connection with Fawkes, every si—"
Dumbledores eyes grew wide, and he suddenly rose from his chair, stopping Remus' words. Slippers shuffled on the floor as he walked to the fire-bird, and gently laid a hand on the smooth feathers of its back. "Is this it, my dear friend? Do you cry for Mr. Potter?"
Fawkes trilled a half-flat note of agreement, which caused Remus, who was now by Dumbledore's side, to share a look with the old man.
"Is Harry in trouble, Fawkes?" Dumbledore asked, thinking back. None had heard from Harry since Ginny Weasley's death, but all had assumed he just needed time and space to grieve. Had something happened? Fawkes shook his head, though, which threw them both off.
"Harry's not in trouble?" Remus asked, and Fawkes lifted a noble head to stare at him. "Mm, okay, obviously not." His eyes met Dumbledore's again, and together they both said the same thing...
"Then what's wrong?"
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Miles away...
One of the many masked Death Eaters stared in amazement, and horror, as Voldemort led a young, messy-haired young man into the ring they all formed. A cruel-looking smile graced Voldemort's lips, and what seemed to be a smirk, though she'd never seen it on his face that she could recall, curled Harry's. It stayed even as Voldemort began to speak. "You all are here to witness a most spectacular coupe of your Lord. Even more brilliant than the recruitment of our latest. For years I sought to kill Mr. Potter, to destroy him...and I HAVE SUCCEEDED! I have broken the noble, brave Gryffindor. He's learned who is the strongest, and he came, and knelt at my feet." A maniacal gleam lit the slitted red eyes. "Soon now, the world will know what has happened, and they will bow at Lord Voldemort's feet!" Laughter spilled from his lips, and the Death Eaters all joined in, although one's laughter was rather forced, as she continued to stare at Harry in horror. "So...that said...Something I thought would never happen, except perhaps...under imperious...It will be a delight for her, as it will for me. My dear..." His eyes turned to the small female Death Eater.
/Oh God...Oh no...please, don't.../
"Do give us the pleasure? Perform your first initiation."
The world began to spin much faster around the bushy-haired girl, and her hands shook.
Swallowing hard to dislodge the lump of—fear? pleasure? tears?—in her throat.
Fingernails digging in to her palms, leaving crescent-shaped wounds.
Blood seeping down her fingertips, caressing the wand held in her hand.
Then a calmness, an acceptance, overtook her, and she smiled coldly.
"Thank you, my Lord."
Reaching up, she removed her mask, so that Harry could see who it was, who it was that was to torture him, and cast her old friend a smile. "Welcome, Harry." The word was whispered, as Remus had taught them.
"Crucio."
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Alright: I'd like to ask a question: what do you think is currently going on? Questions WILL be answered, but I'm curious as to what people think are the answers so far, and as usual, help IS wanted AND needed. Criticism is always welcome, as long as it's constructive. If you've read this far, only to flame, then no offence, but...that's...issuey? No ones forced you to read, much less review, ya know?