Chapter Six: The second parting of ways

Thunder rolled over head echoing deep in the valley bellow. Rain pelted down from the heavens in unforgiving torrents upon the bare cliff and surrounding cliffs. The ocean slammed up against the cliff in the squall, has if trying to beat the rock into submission. Lightening spat down in the distance striking at every given chance in light purple spikes of power. And this is where he stood, his emerald eyes watching the fury of the waves below him with the patience's of a waiting cat of prey. His raven hair clamped to his head in the offending rain held several streaks of gray now. Both from the quick explosion of power he was subjected to and of his own accord. He wore no cloak has he stood in the storm, his bare chest gleaming from blood, sweat and rain alike. His stature was that of a waiting warrior, his blade resting in his sheath while his right hand rested over its hilt with ticking blaze.

And then they struck out of the shadows. Five black blurs raced towards him from all angles, one of which hummed a large steel claw at his torso. And with the same blinding speed he leapt back and unsheathed his blade with a lethal accuracy sending the claw to its left and into an attacking shadow.

"One." The boy counted under his breath has he swirled himself in a half circle with the grace of a dancer, his blade cutting another shadow from the left side of its neck clean through its torso before he finished the spin. And with the same motion of his landing he replaced his blade and launched himself into the air. "Two." He counted holding his right hand out in front of him, a purple beam rocketing out of it and into another shadow's head leaving only its feet left in the crater. "Three." He counted again beginning his decent when he felt the air behind him shift, another shadow was attacking from behind.

Grabbing his sword again with laser precession he used its momentum to spin himself fully ripping the shadow apart dead center. Removing his left hand from its resting place he tucked his right hand under it to enforce its impact has he aimed from a shadow under him. The accounted shadow thrusting its only blade skyward to parry his attack, resulting in a small but resounding clang has the blade's met, with one warrior still standing skyward and another knelt with him blade slicing into the ground.

And has the black mist erupted from the standing figure the boy stood placing his blade back into its holder. "Five." The boy finished standing up completely and flicking his blade to remove the lingering black liquid and placed his sword back in its holder. With another quick glance at the storm on the ocean the boy turn and walked back silently into the woods, he needed his rest. Tomorrow he would be returning to the real world, and he would bring it crashing to its knees.

The dusky light broke though the dark satin curtains dimly. The soft glow revealing a dark room furnished with a single grand piano pressed up against the right wall. Three figures with the piano, two young woman and a young man with soft notes drifting through the room. One woman sat next to the man on the bench her head bowed causing the raven locks to fall over her face. Tears glimmered down her checks has she cupped her hands in her dark robes. The other woman sat on the piano itself, her dark red hair falling down her back drifting towards the right has she rested her chin on a violin and tears washed over her face. Her slow gentle mournful strokes matching that of the pianist, who fingers flew with a sad masterfulness. The boy's blonde hair far from its normal slick shine played around his face has his finger's worked the keys, his eyes too shut but borne no tears. And slowly the woman with cupped hands began to sing, her tone has mournful has the music though deep and rich.

playground school bell rings again.
Rain clouds come to play again.

He bit back his tears has he played, forcing himself not to shed another tear. Pansy had asked him to play that morning because it was her favorite thing to do and it seemed to help lift her mood. Though he knew no matter how much singing she would do she could never place that of which was lost to her. But he played for her anyway, with all his will he played for her.

Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to.
Hello.

Why were they cursed to such a life? One of hatred and rejection because their beliefs did not match that of the public. They had lost so much and continued to lose more each passing day. So they fought or at least why they fought. Pansy fought for her father who had been given the kiss no more then a day ago because they believed him of serving the Dark Lord. And Blaise fought for Pansy who had cried for her when no one else would. And he fought for the both of them, and all they believed in. And for that they stood alone.

If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

He couldn't follow the dark lord if only because his blood wouldn't let him. His father only served him to protect them from the muggle loving fool Albus all those years ago when he hunted them. But now upon his resurrection he discarded his father without a second glance when he was sentenced to Azkaban. No, Draco could never side with someone with so little respect for his subjects, he was a Malfoy and he deserved respect. And certainly they couldn't side with Albus because he would turn on them soon has the Dark lord was clear. And for that, they stood alone.

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken
Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry

And so with each note Pansy's angelic voice sang his heart hardened a bit more. He would rid the world of Albus to free the practice of magic for those that study different. And he would destroy the Dark Lord for destroying his life and along with those he had cared so deeply for. He smiled sadly now looking up to Blaise and then to Pansy before drifting his head back down.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday

He let his hands fall limp has Pansy stopped singing and began to cry openly. He sighed heavily standing from the bench and walking over to the window's light. He vague heard Blaise get off the piano to comfort Pansy, as he sighed and pressed his head against the glass. A single tear free fell from his face has he vowed to himself. He would get his father back, and then they would pay.

"Every last one of them." His voice drawled has he turned back to the piano wiping his face. Smiling slightly he slide next to Pansy who rested her head on his shoulder. Wrapping a reassuring arm around her shoulder he looked down at her, steel silver to a soft brown. "One more time?"

Hello my dear readers.. sorry that took so long... got abit dishearted... My roommate kept telling me to give the whole writing thing up because I just too cold hearted... I think he maybe right.

But enough of that, the song Pansy sung was Evanescence "Hello" I wanted to test out my whole Slytherins bleed too deal and see how it worked. So just bare though it and don't send any flamers... I just got a new rug.

Leon