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* Happening's In The Dark *
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~~~ Chapter 2 ~~~
~ Enter The Tormentor ~
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A darkness stretching out farther then the eye can see, everywhere one looks pitch-black. Eerie tendrils of coldness whipping across the face and around the body, almost like a torturers flail, without the physical pain to accompany it. A person could almost mistake this for the dead of space, what with the freezing air and endless sightlessness, if but for the one hard truth that he was breathing.
If ever there was a time that he took a calm spring's tranquil climate for granted, now he was cursing his frivolous nature with natural wholesome fresh air. There was sweat glistening his forehead and his lungs gasped for air as if they had just endured a ten mile hike, not simply walking in a nothingness.
What's going on here... one minute I'm trying to fall asleep after aunt Petunia's slave driving, err I mean chores... Aw heck I may as well admit it at least to myself, it is most DEFINITELY slave driving. That lazy woman has barely lifted a finger since I've been brought home.. unless it to point at me or lift the living room curtain to sneak at the neighbors.
Summoning up his voice, Harry Potter spoke out " Hello, is there anyone out there? ". Boy, that was a real trite way to start this out .... whatever this is. As soon as his words were spoke it was as the very air sucked the life out of them before it could travel an ordinary distance. Blinking several times to make sure what just happened truly did, Harry gave an annoyed sigh. What the hell? What's up with that... The way this huge area is almost cavernous I expected to at least get an echo. Not some imitation of a two-bit silencing charm.
Several suspenseful moments later an impossible scene unfolded itself before the eyes of the amazed adolescent wizard. The very atmosphere crackled with unseen and unknown energy, virtually pulsing with an aura of impending imminent danger. A few yards in front of Harry, in a darkness previously thought to be full, a flare of the purest black erupted in a wave of hellfire with a resounding shockwave that sent him to the floor. The black hellfire slowly began changing color from that of ebony to crimson, and with it the void lifted ever so little so that Harry could now see himself once again.
Out of the conflagration stepped the very embodiment of nightmares, to the wizarding world at least. Billowing black robes flowing by a nonexistent wind cover this creatures body from foot to head. Emblazoned along the sleeves are dark green serpents thrashing about as if they were alive and would like nothing more then to attack everything in sight. Vermillion slits peer from underneath the hood of the towering demon, with a look that could kill through the densest fog. The imposing lummox exuding an aura of evil and destructiveness that could bring a dementor to a puddle of oozing dread.
There he stood in all his vile glory, the dark lord, you-know-who, the great moldy voldy himself, Tom Riddle Aka Voldemort. Oh well isn't this just great... Harry rolled his eyes another exciting night of torture and pain courtesy of my damn nightmares. Needless to say he was very sick and tired of his suffering each night, and being trapped in the nether was not helping things. Although... now that I think about it.. this has never happened before... that must mean this isn't one of my normal nightmares... and he is.. . . SHIT! He has gone and caught me off guard again.
Voldemort took several casual steps foward casting a wide sweeping glance throughout the mists, seemingly satisfied with what he saw he returned his attention to the boy. Once his red slits were set upon his foe, Voldemort's mouth curved slowly into a malicious grin as he spoke in a cold smooth voice " Harry Potter, what an interesting coincidence to run into you here. You are in luck you insipid worm, I'm granting you the gift of the truth. All those pathetic weaklings that you so foolishly fight for to protect, you actually believe that they care one shred of who you are but a weapon of that muggle loving fool! Power is all that matters and if you don't assert it then you are more worthless then then a mudblood.
When Voldemort started up his tirade it took Harry several moments to figure out that he was actually being talked to instead of tortured. Once the shock wore off he guardedly listened as his most hated enemy stood in front of him and lectured him as almost a student. Then suddenly he realized another shocking thing, perhaps even more startling then the first, his scar was not hurting as it would usually. Which could only mean that Voldemort wasn't feeling hateful?... No way, that can't be right... Can it? This only served to further confuse Harry and lessen his resolves to susceptibility, not a good combination when in the presence of a mastermind at manipulation and control.
Still Harry did retain much more nerves, will and control then most would. Perhaps due to his intense hate and mistrust of his enemy, or maybe just he is a very powerful wizard. Man, does this ever sound so contrite. Sneering, Harry finally gave voice to his thoughts " Oh, so you're going to fabricate some illusions to try and make me switch sides or surrender eh? FAT CHANCE TOM. " He may not have always been one of such an attitude, but after the events of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and there after, he was a changed person. I am soooo not looking foward to where this is heading.
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