See: Book I

by Cried Nevermore

At Hogwarts, dreams and reality are beginning to clash as the war progresses. Many voices will rise and will be silenced as time moves along. What do you do when you are no longer sure of reality, itself? PLEASE R & R, I know the summary isn't great

2. Parted Mist

My mask still firmly in place, I move far away from the frightening sight that continuously attempts to infiltrate my mind. I cannot accept the mask, for with it come realizations of constant betrayal by those I trust- and my own ethereal nature even deeper within my mind. Someday people will see beyond the mask deep into the eye sockets and find my reality. I cannot allow that event to ever exist, for it will ruin the world, and the peace of my forefathers. I lied, the anguish yet does exist

By the weaving roots I swear that the human does not understand the chaos he causes. Our great leader is insane enough to approve of him, river Styx preserve my honor. One day the Fates will weave a new tale of glory, one that will destroy this generation.

But I digress, an oft-fatal mistake during the more recent millennia. The great leader sees everything, except the danger posed by the human chaos being. Fools that my peers are, they will not understand until it is too late.

My spider children will support me, along with any other pawns I may find.

3. Power is a dangerous sensation to have occupying one's ectoplasmic form. It runs through my figurative veins instead of human blood. It changes one's face and warps the universe around your figure until you become pure darkness or pure light. Once either exists you fester in your long existence before petering out as the balance disappears from your form.

You are not always annihilated by a display like this one, though. I am the fourth creature to emerge from the shell of the earth, and all three of my predecessors were destroyed in a single burst of light, generation after generation. Such morbid contemplations would be behind me by now; if I only knew which direction I was moving in.

4.

Petty is the only name for me. I lack so many redeeming qualities and vent my anger by destroying those around me. Memories of the past have closed me into my own thoughts. I am very rarely this lucid nowadays. I look at my hands and shiver. I still cannot cut my throat or do some other relieving action. I owe so much and I must repay.