Deep in the dark realms a form stirred, moaned. He opened his eyes to the world around him. Nothing but blackness… blackness, pitch and shade… and his wrinkled brow furrowed in confusion. "…strange, I seem to have woke from a wondrous dream… but I can't recall it…" Trilling, like seven notes of music drifted through the darkness, and the skin around the eyes crinkled in a smile. "…ah Fawkes, I've had the most amazing dream…"
Harry cried out and pulled away, the frost clung to his robes, Hermione and Ron retreated with him, Ron gave a shout, "Harry! What is this!" Harry drew his wand, one hand pressed carefully onto his scar.
"I don't know Ron! I don't know!"
The boards scraped and cracked fearfully, the walls vibrated and the ceiling shook. Ice continued to form, freezing over board and brick, cracking mortar and loosening nails. Hermione chanted under her breath, her voice light with terror as she tried to hold the room together. She failed.
Boards and stone flew everywhere as the room imploded; all three fell to the floor and covered their heads in an effort to protect themselves. Ron tried to throw up a shield but the wind buffeted it away. "What's doing this and how do we make it stop! We're going to get killed!" Harry winced, covering his head. (It feels like something's trying to rip out my skull! What is this thing? Why is it here? We did nothing!) In the blackness it was impossible to see, the only warning of impact was the whistle of the flying debris. But suddenly, everything grew still… the eye of the storm… thick fog blew in, billowing over them and making them gasp. The smell was like bodies left to ferment in the sun to long before the beasts reached them, noxious and appalling.
And the sound of footsteps, coming closer, and closer, closer. Harry choked back tears as the force grew, crushing into the walls of his mind. It pushed harder, seeking something, the scar burned like a brand. He tried to brace against it, to remember the Occlumency that he had learned. It would not help him now, it was in!
…kaerb ot ysae os …kaew oS
He cried out again, throwing his will against it. (Get out of my head! Get out! I want you to leave!) The creature gave a sound like breaking glass and cracking ice, it took Harry only one heart sinking moment to realize the creature was laughing. It pushed harder, racked across his mind and echoed the sound again when Harry screamed.
…reve ton …reven …nam ho ,em rednih ot …hguone gnorts ton era uoy…
And then something happened. Something had to have happened or this story would have ended, Harry's mind ripped to shreds in the things claws.
Something else, forced its way into Harry's mind. It wasn't speaking, it was roaring. A sound like Harry had never heard before, fury and hate and pain, rage and strength, and focused, all focused past mortal bearing. It shot him through like an arrow, hitting the other force with paws of fire that burned the tendons of black. The creature roared back, and Harry shuddered at the sound, but the challenge was answered. And then the arrow moved further, going through him, stabbing the mind of the twisted coil of blackness. It gave a howl, but it retreated, pulling back, not fleeing, but waiting... the presence faded, the blackness dispersed.
(A Legilimen… a Legilimen of skill… that's the only thing that could have saved me… but who, who was…) but there his thoughts ended as his body cut the cords, and plunged him into the darkness of unconsciousness.
Authors note: this chapter nearly gave me a heart attack! I almost deleted the whole thing by accident, but it survived! Yay!
P.S. I will tell you soon what this "Creature" is, why it's there, and how to understand what it has said!