Author's Note: Blah, I know it's been a long time. But here it is!
The scene is now taken over by Harry.
Good day,
Viper Maiden
Harry felt his eyes grow wet as he past the dew covered flowers of what seemed like a manor. The garden was rather large. The gates had been rusted, but the garden didn't seem to have aged at all.
Of course, Harry knew that many wizards and witches had them magically taken care of. These flowers, as Harry picked a nearby rose, were unmatched in beauty as compared to the muggle gardens.
He felt a bit strange exploring the manor like this, for all he knew the residents were already dead. He was sure this place belonged to a wizard.
He walked on the marble steps that lead to huge dark doors. They seemed enchanted, but not cursed. He cautiously touched the door knob, which was heavy with rust.
"Hello?" he called out as he knocked hard on the wood.
No reply.
"Hello…" he said then noticed the door opening. There was no one behind them. "The door's open."
He stepped in almost fearing to meet someone or something. The mere hallway was vast. The floor was enchanted to change shades under his feet. The ceiling was enchanted in the same way as it was in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. He was stunned to notice the silver and ruby studded snake statues.
He walked past this vast hall and into a more dungeon like room. A large tapestry of a dragon was cast up for everyone to see.
"Hello?" he called out again only to be greeted by his own echo.
Harry felt vigor run through his mind as he noticed the many paintings on the wall…then rage.
"Malfoy!" he hissed.
He was facing a sly faced handsome young man no older than his twenties in a set of dark green robes. His hair now looked much like his fathers the slight golden shine gone and the eyes that used to hold youthful mischief was replaced by hard earned glory.
Harry wanted to tear that painting up. He wanted to rip the painting of his nemesis to tiny pieces until he felt like it was actually him. Then it terrified him. He drew out his wand and felt too scared to even breathe. Something was coming his way. Something not right...
The air choked him now. Tendrils of unfamiliar thoughts pulled him into a sea of unknown. His feet moved without his will. His lips parted almost as if in a trance. It was almost dream-like as he climbed up the stairs that made a wide spiral upwards almost as if reaching an elevated hell. Harry's eyes glazed over and his vision blurred. His hand reached out towards another hand.
The spell broke away immediately when he saw who figure was up close. The same demon from the other day was standing there with a wide smile and dressed in virtually nothing.
Harry blinked and snapped his hand away from the woman. She looked a tad surprised then shrieked in wild agony.
Her figure burst in flames then as the smoke cleared another figure appeared. Dressed in black robes that were slightly open to reveal a silk red shirt and tight leather pants.
"Well met, Potter," he hissed his wand snapped to life and he yelled. "Avada Kedavra!"