Disclaimer(Raci): Bloody hell! How many times do I have to type this! I don't own HP J.K.Rowling does!
"So he's been beaten again? And judging from what you've told me he's pretty messed up," said the dark haired woman firmly. She starred down at her spy in an emotionless way.
"Yes my Lord," said a fearful Artemis, "He suffers from a broken jaw, nose, and two ribs. He has also lost a lot of blood from the slits on his arms, and major internal bleeding in his stomach. An I.V. is pumping through him as we speak."
The dark haired woman played with one of the silver streaks that ran through her long hair. Her crimson eyes still showing no emotion. "Will he still be going to Hogwarts today?" she asked.
"Yes my Lord," answered Artemis nervously.
"Good…."
Charon starred bordly at the stone ceiling. He had been thrown into a cell in the basement. A straw mat serving as a bed. He gazed down weakly at the rusty needle sticking out of his arm. The skin around it was already turning brown and flaky. He groaned miserably. It was defiantly not going to be a peaceful night. But he needed sleep. He needed to be free. And in his dreams, he was….
Darkness. Blackness and Darkness surrounded him completely. But he wasn't in any danger. In fact he was welcomed. The ones in black loved him. They worshipped him. They bowed to him.
A young, beautiful woman with ankle length black hair lend over him. She seemed to be glowing. But Charon noticed it was only the dim light from the torches shinning off her silver streaks. She smiled lightly at Charon, and whispered happily, "My son…."
Charon woke up. Blood red tears streamed across his face. Loneliness filled his entire being. He quickly sat up, and wiped the crimson tears away. But not the pain. He looked around at his surroundings glumly, Trying to ignore the pain that was now tearing at his heart.
He was in a slow moving carriage. It was decorated with black leather, and softened walls. Their was candles on the walls, which were lite. And a crest hung on both passenger seats. On this crest was a serpent, lion, badger, and a crow in each of the four corners. In the middle was a giant, golden H.
"Hogwarts," Charon whispered. A sting of pain ran through his jaw. He grabbed it instantly. What he felt on his jaw shocked him. His jaw was fixed, and (judging by the bump) healing rapidly. He touched his ribs lightly. They too were fixed, and healing at, if not, a faster rate. The same was true for his nose. He looked around puzzlingly. Who would do such a thing for him? No one he knew. Everyone he knew hated him. Who would help him?
He looked out the carriage window inquiringly. But their was a heavy rain that night. The rain confused his supernatural vision, and left him almost blinded. He quickly turned around rubbing his eyes lightly. Charon looked around the carriage in despair. Then, with a heavy sigh, he sat back down. 'Oh well,' he thought, 'Nothing to do except wait for the ride to end. Charon closed his eyes, and lend back. Sleep came easier this time. But it was still the same dream that greeted him….
"Are you sure about this Albus?" asked Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore and her were both waiting patiently outside, under the foyer.
"Yes, Minerva dear, I am positively sure," Dumbledore replied, "He deserves a chance to learn just like everyone else."
"I guess, but he's Voldemort's son! Not only that, but I hear his mother is a vampire!" she exclaimed.
" But he is innocent. He has done nothing. If his only crime is being born to parents that he hasn't even seen since he was very young, then he's not guilty of any wrong doing," he said calmly.
"I hope your right…." She whispered. The carriage pulled up beside them…
A/n(Raci): Hey! This is just an out their question, but if Yoda, Gandalf, and Dumbledore got into a fight, who would win? And which one of them is the oldest?
