Ok, this is my first fan fic so please don't make fun! FYI, none of these characters belong to me.
Harry Potter and the Talisman of MerlinChapter 1
The NightmareSe hace de, non abhinc quecro dormio Regina Mab.
Tonight, Queen Mab does not seek rest.
All was silent. All was still, all except for one small orb, dancing at the end of the corridor. It glowed like a single star that was plucked from the night sky by the gods, gloating of its greatness. It swirled and swirled as if trying to put the observer, a young boy with brown hair, big teeth, and big ears who was wearing his striped pajamas and mysteriously found himself in the dark corridor, into a trance. Everything around it turned to haze.
The beaming orb danced itself around the corner of the dark corridor where it alone was the only source of light. The curious boy followed it as it slowly ascended a set of creaky stairs and showed itself to a door with a single ray of yellow light escaping from the bottom. The entranced boy moved himself closer to the lit door. He pressed his ear up to the door to eavesdrop on the mumbling voices he heard beyond it. He heard what sounded like two men conversing, one with a small shaky voice, the other, more dark and sinister. A woman, he thought, then spoke in a mumble, the words, the boy could not make out. So he pressed his ear deeper into the door but then silence filled the room once more.
Suddenly, the orb began darting up and down and across the room as if hoping that if it flew fast enough, it might write it's name in the sky. But it seemed more urgent than that, like it wanted to ward the boy away from the door as soon as possible or it would blow up in his face.
He began to move away from the door to follow the orb's instruction, but it had been to late.
The door swung open and a burst of light from the room flooded the hallway and blinded the boy. He squinted into the bright doorway and saw a person standing in it casting a shadow over him. He opened his eyes all the way so that he might see the identity of what appeared to be the woman and gasped.
"I was wondering how long it would take for your big nose to sniff its way up here, Longbottom," the woman arrogantly said. She had long black hair that was brought messily out of the way, and a dirty face with a few scars on it that once might have been beautiful. She was wearing robes of a dark shade of green with a black hemming that was torn all the way around the edges and had a few small holes in it, looked quite shabby. The look on her face, however, showed a smirk and she looked very proud of herself.
"Y...you stay a…away from m.."
"St... Stay a...a…away from you?" She laughed mockingly, "Stay away from you? Or what, you'll run to you mommy? Ha! By the way," she became very straight faced, "how's she doing?" She began laughing hysterically.
"Y...you shut up about my mother, o...or I'll curse you!"
"With what?" The woman immediately stopped laughing and a tall sinister man with white-blonde hair, cold gray eyes, new looking black dress robes, and a silver cane with a serpent on it made his way past the woman and into the doorway where the terrified boy stood digging furiously through his pajamas for something. "You won't find it," the man said, but the boy continued digging. When he discovered that it was no use stopped and looked up into the man's cold gray eyes.
"Bring him here," the boy jumped and a crackly, high-pitched hiss came from deeper in the illuminated room behind the man and woman.
The man grabbed the boy by the hair and dragged him into the room, the woman closing the door behind them. The room seemed unkept. It had the smell and even the feeling of death throughout it. It contained only a few old dusty tables that were piled on one another in the corner next to a balding man with a silver hand who slightly resembled a mouse. At the far end was a fireplace, and a chair containing one occupant.
The boy was thrown to the hard, cold wooden floor. So many things were running through his head. Terror, he know what would happen to him. It had happened to his parents, and so many before them, it would surely happen to him. Importance, what could he have that they wanted so badly that they had to bring him here to this place. Why didn't they just take it from him in the first place?
The occupant of the chair stirred then began to speak in his high-pitched voice, "Is this the one Lucius?"
"Yes my Lord," the sinister man replied, "he is the one Bellatrix here says was the one with the good-for-nothing boy when the prophecy broke."
"Yes my Lord," the woman excitedly intruded, "this is the one, he's the one that bro…"
"I'm sorry, but was I addressing you Bellatrix? I didn't think so," the high-pitched voice said in a cold, restraint, angry way before Bellatrix had time to respond then turned to the boy. "What did the prophecy say?"
"I don't know," the boy was holding back tears from draining down his face. He knew if there was one thing that he was going to do, it would be that he wouldn't let himself cry. He promised himself that he wouldn't let them see him cry.
"Don't force us to use the same tactics on you as I had Bellatrix use on your parents!" The boy began shaking and a greedy look grew on Bellatrix's face. 'It was coming, at least now he would be together with his parents all the time. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad,' he thought to himself, "Now what did that prophecy say Longbottom!" The high-pitched voice repeated once more with steadily growing anger.
"I don't know! And even if I did know, I wouldn't tell anyone for the likes of you!" The boy spat out bravely. He now had to collect all that was left of his remaining courage, because he knew it would be coming now. It was the one thing that had ruined many lives and families,. It had ruined his. He could only hope that it wouldn't last long.
"Very well then, CRUCIO!" The boy screamed and shriveled up in pain on the floor. Every joint in his body was moving in a different direction. Even parts that weren't joints were moving in strange ways they weren't meant to. He cried in pain and in fear. "Now," the high-pitched voice restated, "what did that prophecy say?"
"I told you," The boy whimpered weakly with his voice growing in anger, "I don't know."
"Then you are of no use to me," the man got up out of his chair and revealed his face. It had a pale complexion and snake like red coloured eyes. He looked as though he may have been the living dead, like he hadn't eaten for months. His robes were as black as the night with designs embroidered all through it and it had the deepest shade of maroon trimming around his sleeves. Around his neck was the most detailed golden medallion of a serpent with a large ruby in the center of it. "AVADA KED..."
Everything stood dark and silent once more. As the boy lay curled up on the floor with his eyes closed tight and tears streaming down his face, ten more people barged into the room. By the time they were all able to enter, the man and his minions had vanished with nothing but a loud crack leaving the boy there, but taking the fire with them. Nothing was left but the stacked desks, the chair, and the now unconscious boy on the floor. An older man ran to the side of the boy, grabbed him and shoved something into his hand. He along with the rest of the people disappeared
There was a swirl of colour as the scene smeared. It was another corridor; this one was quite different from the last. There were doors and dimly lit torches lining the cold stonewalls. Something broke the silence. A door slowly began to creak its way open. Behind the door was a circular room filled with blue-flame torches and different doors going all the way around the room, all resembled each other.
One door thrusted itself open and inside was a room with a glowing green light coming out of it. It was from a glowing liquid coming from a jar. There was a red-haired boy sitting frozen next to it who looked as though he had recently been strangled, two unconscious girls, and one who was sitting there also frozen trying to help the red haired boy. There were several other men lying on the floor unconscious whose faces were covered with white masks. Another door swung itself open that led to a dark staircase which led to another room.
This room was the most peculiar of rooms. There was something in the room, a kind of secret. It was a single moment frozen in time.
In the room, was a familiar boy with large teeth and ears. He was standing on the staircase that lead to the lower part of the room with a bloody lip and legs that appeared to be frozen in strange unnatural positions. To the front of him by a few stairs stood another boy with messy, dark brown hair, bright, electric green eyes, and ugly, lightning bolt shaped scar on the right center of his forehead. His expression showed the mess of feelings he must have been going through at that moment, horror, shock, and sadness, as he speculated the scene in the pit below him.
There was an array of colours in every direction. Some people were even glowing in these colours. In the pit, there were a few sets of two or three people between the colours and a few were fallen unconscious on the floor.
Finally spotted, was the scene that the messy haired boy was gasping at. The woman from before stood there with a stick pointing it at a man who was falling past a veil. The veil of death. The scene slowly began to come alive and the man fell all the way behind the deep navy blue veil and did not return. The woman let out a scream of triumph just as another man who was between two rays of light before pointed his stick at here. They began to throw streams of coloured light at each other until the woman finally hit the man who now lay on the floor in pain.
The woman ran up the stairs deflecting all the beams of light that were being thrown at here on her way. The gasping boy who had made his way to the bottom of the staircase through all the chaos, ran after her through the green lit room where the boy who was strangled was now acting as though his oxygen had been cut off for too long, and through the circular room. The door to the exit burst open and the boy had left the room just in time to see the woman get into the lift. He called for a second lift and hammered on a button marked atrium. When the doors opened and he arrived in the beautifully decorated room, all he could hear was the loud consistent laughter of the woman. He walked beyond a stone fountain with a statue of a man and a woman with a centaur and an elf looking up at them in admiration in the middle and saw the woman standing next to a phone booth.
"Did little baby Potter love my dear cousin? Did he mean something to you? You should have just told us the prophecy and that never would have happened," the woman said in a mocking baby voice but then became firm, "Now, if you'll just tell me what that prophecy said…"
"NEVER!" The boy cut her off.
"Then we will just kill off your friends slowly and painfully, one by one, until you have," her voice became very cold and dark. The boy grasped his forehead in pain and let out a wince. His head felt as though someone had taken an axe and with it split his head. The scene tore. The boy and the woman still stood there in their places, but now they appeared to be in a dungeon with nothing but a few barred windows at the top of the stone walls with the moonlight coming in to light it, and there was now a new person standing in the room.
"Why did nobody finish the boy!" The tall man with snake-like red eyes and a high-pitched hissing voice yelled angrily. "And why are you here interrogating the boy in his dreams when that is my job and when I asked you to go find and retrieve something?" The boy winced in pain once more as the axe went for another dive. The tall man was becoming more and more angry by the second and showed no sign of ceasing.
"I…my Lord…" the woman began
"CRUCIO!" The woman screamed in pain, "Next time you will not disobey me. Now go!" The woman got up holding her side and disappeared with a loud crack. "As for you," the man turned to the boy and slowly closed into the corner where he was curled up with his knees to his chest, "tell me," he said calmly, "what did the prophecy say?"
"I don't know," was the simple answer of the boy.
"Don't you for one second try to make me believe that that you don't know what that prophecy said when you were standing right next to it when it broke!" The man was angry and he had no problem showing it.
"It was too loud, I couldn't hear it," the key was to be calm, calmness in front of an angry person was bound to anger him more.
"DON'T LIE!"
"I didn't hear it!"
"Even if you didn't hear it, don't you dare lead me to thinking that that crackpot old fool didn't tell you the second he got you alone!"
"Even if I did know the prophecy I wouldn't tell you!"
"Then I have just one last thing to say to you," the man's anger died down to a smirk and his eyes glared with evil thoughts, "sweet dreams, for these will be your last."
The man began to laugh hysterically and the cold stonewalls began to pulse. The torches went out and the only light source left available was the moon that became a haze through the barred window. The ceiling was gone and the floor was shaking. The hazy moon began to swirl and dance like the orb. It spun faster and faster and faster and faster in the echoing laughter of the snake-like man. The pulsing of the walls was more thrusting than ever. Suddenly, everything stopped. It seemed like the boy was sitting on the cold floor so long just hearing the silence and being able to see nothing. Then, suddenly, before an eye could have had enough time to blink, the floor dropped from beneath the boy and the walls and the sky seemed to follow in its lead. The echoing laughter was as loud as ever despite the disappearance of the walls. The moon was spinning furiously above his head. Finally, as though he had been falling forever, he hit the soft ground and miles away from the world of Queen Mab, a startled boy with messy hair and bright green eyes bolted out of his sleeping trance grasping his forehead after hearing a scream, failing to notice the angry man in his doorway.