Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I would do things that the human mind can't comprehend. The characters Firax and Xarif are of my own creation, so don't bitch at me!
Il Zhagra Nu Dalhinyat Fel Gritan
Chapter 5
Firax had quite the interesting dream that evening. He was standing alone in a black void, completely empty of everything.
"Hello!" he called
There was no response, not even an echo. He took a hesitant step forward, unsure if it was safe. A giant crack was born from his step. The crack grew, turning all of the black into what looked like glass. With a resounding shatter, the black disappeared. The room, if you could call it a room, turned a blinding white. But it was no longer empty. A mirror stood before him.
Firax walked towards the reflective glass, watching his copy mimic his every move. Stopping a few feet away, he looked at the mirror quizzically. Suddenly the copy lurched forward, and stepped out of the glass. But, the copy didn't look like Firax anymore, it was darker. Everything about it was shadowed. It smirked at him, at his startled look.
"You may wonder who I am," It said in a pristine British accent, "I am you opposite. The dark to your light. The Yin to your Yang. My name is Xarif, and you have something I want. Normally, opposite never see each other, but I decided to change this."
Firax, unsure of what to do, only stared.
"You see," said Xarif, now pacing ,"that ring, in the right hands, my hands, can do wonderful things. And if you happen to give me that ring, I will be pleased. You see if I possess that ring, the Council of 7 and 13, will have little choice but to concede to my demands. I recommend you hand it over." he held out his hand expectantly.
Firax stepped back, cradling the hand that wore the ring. Xarif sighed.
"Very well. Have it your way." the room started to fade. "But when we next meet, I'll be a little more, convincing. Farewell."
Firax awoke drenched in cold sweat. The lights in the dorm were on and its occupants were leaning over him.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked
"Yeah, usually Harry is the one with bad nightmares." Ron added
"Shut up, Ron. So, are you alright." Harry asked again
"Ummmmmmmmmm, hold on." Firax responded
Firax got up and found the standing mirror in the room. He then proceeded to inspect it for anything, although not quite sure what to look for. After examining , Firax stood in front of the mirror for a minute. Nothing happened so he replied, "Yeah, I'm fine." to raised eyebrows.
"What was with the mirror?" asked a black boy, who Firax remembered as Dean
"Oh, just making sure that no one was going to walk out of it."
Glances were exchanged between the boys, along with odd looks at Firax.
"Let's just go back to sleep." Harry suggested, knowing what dream are like.
Everyone agreed and climbed into their beds. Firax stared at the mirror for another moment, then went to his own bed. He was soon asleep, but beforehand failed to notice that half of his arm was wrapped in a green glow.
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