13/3/06
A/N: You've probably guessed that my big romance is Aiden/Vanessa but I just thought I'd ask what pairings you want? So any suggestions are welcome.
Disclaimer: The poem belongs to John Milton.
Chapter twenty-six MY BLOODY HEAD!
Extract from Paradise Lost, book 1 by John milton
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view
Nor the deep Tract of Hell, say first what cause
Mov'd our Grand Parents in that happy State,
Favour'd of Heav'n so highly, to fall off
From their Creator, and transgress his Will
For one restraint, Lords of the World besides?
The cold indescribable pain enveloped his head, a mixture of nausea and a feeling of slimy fish being smacked over his skull. Harry opened his eyes carefully, he checked himself over for injuries and sat up.
The scene before him swam into view, he was lying in his bed the curtains had bean drawn haphazardly so he had full view of the dormitory.
Seamus and a blond haired girl were lying across his bed, the girls dress was pulled up around her hips. Ron was smashed across the floor and Neville, well the last time Harry sore Neville was outside the portrait hole. Dean was also absent.
"Some party!' Harry groaned, he swung out of his bed and scrambled over to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror he tried desperately to remember who he got of with last night.
Ginny chewed her nails as she sat at the breakfast table, her porridge was untouched and her tea had gone stone cold. She was trying with all her might to remember who the fuck she had pulled at the party.
Her friends were no help as all of them had been sitting snorting Slytherin coke or smoking some of the local dealers dodgy weed.
Her red hair hung limply over her tired face and she looked gaunt. Kaiya was opposite her wolfing down a bacon sandwich like her life depended on it, as she red the morning paper.
The red head looked across the hall to see Hermione bent low over the same paper, she looked worried and as soon as Ron and Harry sat down started to converse anxiously with them.
Harry grabbed the paper out of his friends hands.The contents said quiet plainly that number 12 Grimmuld place had not only been found and barriers removed but it had been massacred.
"One thing has gone missing," Hermione said.
"What?" Asked Ron.
"That marble snake in the bathroom, that hung of the wall, it had powerful crystals in it's eyes."
"Fuck! That's my fucking house!" Harry yelled.
"Calm down mate what's the big deal?" Ron asked stupidly.
"The big deal is that someone knows about it.And they've taken a very powerful object!" Harry spat. For the rest of the dismal day Harry was in Dumbledores office, along with Snape.
It was a horrible end to a beautiful New Years Eve.
Back in Islington the clouds hung low, the shatters of yesterday evening laying beneath peoples feet. It had been a good night for all the occupants of the household but the reality had come back like a fanged frisbee.
"Waaa!" Buffy yelled throwing her book down and pouting. "There's nothing here on that stupid passage!"
"Just keep looking there has to be, it can't be made up," Willow said encouragingly.
"Easy for you to say you speak Latin. I flunked it!"
"Angel what do you have?" Giles asked wiping his glasses carefully.
Angel sulked out of the shadow sheepishly, "Oh nothing much just.."
He trailed of as Giles snatched the book out of his hands proceeding to read the cover, "The Watchers Diaries, Alexandra Troops, chapters 16-26 how she was killed by Angelus the unstoppable!' Giles raised an disapproving eyebrow.
"Hay! older than you I think I know a little more about researching!"
Angel said indignatly.Giles just glared him angrily.
"I'm sorry sir yes sir I'll get back to it right away," Angel said shrinking down about half an inch and fearfully backing away into the shadows. No one messes with Giles when he's in research mode.