disclaimer: i dont own anything by jk rowling. i do own the spirits, though
an: sorry i havent written in such a long time. My computer broke down and it took a long time to get a new one!
"Hey, did we kill 'em, Nik?" asked an older boy's voice.
"Nah, the greaseball one is moving. Whiny brat. Needed to be taught a lesson," replied a more masculine voice with a slight British accent.
The younger voice spoke again. "Um, Nik?"
"What, Daniel?" The young man's was sounding irritated. He was hovering over the girl's body, staring in fascination as he spoke. Slowly, Nik reached out a smoky hand, only to snatch it back as it passed through the feminine form. He scowled in annoyance.
Well,I know you told me that why you are doing the blond boy, but...," he paused hesitantly. "I was wondering...why the girl?" Daniel glanced at his brother who was still watching Hermione. He pretended the pain behind his sibling's eyes wasn't there.
Nikolas yanked his gaze fromHermione."Because she reminds me of everything we lost,"he snapped angrily. "Now stop asking questions and slit the bloody rat's finger so we can complete the ritual!"
Daniel sighed and concentrated hard on Draco's hand as Nikolas studied Hermione. Daniel, being younger and weaker, began to sweat and groan as his head throbbed. His whole body ached and screamed. Nikolas had been one ofthe strongest mages before he was murded in jelousy, so he easily passed into the mortal world to lightly cut one of Hermione's slender fingers. Hunching over, he let a cut appear with a drop of blood on one of his fingers. He pressed their fingers together. This time, nothing merged in ghostly haze. Nikolas pulled back and turned to his struggling brother. He sent a current of energy to Daniel who then managed to preform the same ritual.
The younger sibling smiled sheepishly at his older brother. Though Nik had tried to hide the fact he had helped him, Daniel knew him too well. "Thanks, Nik. I'm working on it still. But it comes really hard for me." Nikolas shrugged, "You'll get it." He made a swift motion with his hands and a bright light covered all four of them. A few muttered words followed and he stood up. "Alright, let's go." He had a last lingering look before disappearing with his brother.
They passed through the wall, invisible, but definately there. The wall shuddered, allowing the forms through.Nikolas strode past a thinner, less important wall. he appeared in a ship covered insailors desperately trying to keep their ship from capsizing.Darkness enveloped the ship as if itwerealready lost. With a sigh, he spotted a shimmer, heading for it with a grim face. The glinting spirit turned and found Nikolas inches from him. He grinned nerveously, knowing Nikolas's reputation for being unpredictable. His concentration broken, the storm slowly lessened, then died as the form waited for an explination. No words were offered to him and tentatively asked, "You wanted something?"
Nikolas looked at him in disgust. "I could feel your energy in the Outside,Darmic." He waited and glared. The other form was smaller, and even in death less powerful. "Well," he began, "I wanted a little fun. We dead people never have fun!" the spirit's voice became whinny and Nikolas grit his teeth. "Your idea of fun is creating disasters to kill men and make it so they dont have fun, because they are dead. You have a sick mind." He scoffed, irritated andfurious. He leaned and whispered in Darmic's ear, "If I catch you tormenting mortals again,Iwill have your line cut." Darmic shuddered. Having a spirits' line cut meantno connection to the living, the spirit grounded into a white sheet for intertraveling, an empty world tobe lost in.Justas living persons can become insane, so can a spirit, only a ghost's dementation is eternal.
The sailors were steading the ship, attempting to regain lost time and direction. The skys were brightening, an annoyance to Darmic, who despised sunlight. He hurled a curse followed by a mutter: "Damn man. Thinks he is king of the fucking world. I doubt he even knows where his brother is."
Nikolas ignored him and disappeared, annoyed that he had actually forgotten his brother. He searched the white hills, in white forest, and inside white caves, before he found Daniel huddled inlarge, pure oak tree. Nikolas climed beside him, draping his arm around his sibling. His eyes shut, Daniel smiled weakly. "I am sorry I hinder you, but I don't think i can say I wish I would die."
Nikolas sighed,only squeezing hisshoulder,notamused. He lifted his head up to stareinto a shockingly brilliant sun. "No. Life is ahead. We just have to snatch it, an I know who to go to."