Ch 1 Elizabeth Bathory diary
Damn it all, why can't I just bring her back just like a dark magician? I would give even my fraying sanity and the lives of many just to have her even if she would spend eternity damning me for such! Yell Harry as he stared silently at an old Picture of them sitting by a tree in each other's arms. A Picture that showed a Happy couple on their first date. Daphne Why did you have to die for a fool such as I ? Harry soon made his way to the Slytherin book stash .That housed many taboo and somewhat forbidden books on topics that would make any Lasser man or woman sick to their stomach.That's where he found a diary? What is this? Elizabeth's bathory diary? So the blood countess was a Slytherin ? Let's see what's in this diary of hers ?
Is it cursed? I feel somewhat sick just by touching it? Harry thought as he felt a ghostly grasp of wind sail down behind him. Spinning around Harry saw what seemed to be a person in purple and dark Robes? While the face was concealed by a lack of light. Who are you? And what are you doing here? Harry asked calmly but inside cursing himself for his carelessness. I am but the diary key answered the now speaking female voice. What do you mean? Harry asked curiously. Only for the diary and the person in robes to turn into pools of blood soaking into Harry's body not even affecting his Clothes . Just his mind. Harry awoke in the same room wondering when he had black out? And what happened to the blood that pooled into him. Just when he started to think he had finally lost It?Harry, what's wrong? A female voice spoke. A voice Harry remembers very well . Daphne ?I've finally lost it. I am hallucinating a ghost of my dead girlfriend now. How pathetic am I ? Harry thought as he spun around only to meet her blue eyes and dark hair. Oh god what have I done? Have I somehow brought a ghost or some kind of Version of Daphne alive? If so, what's the price? Blood life death what's the key? Harry whispered to himself as Daphne stared in confusion. You did not figure this was for free did you? The somewhat lovely voice spoke with Daphne as a medium. Take the diary from Daphne's heart, said the voice. How? Harry spoke calmly without shivering. Well, call it boy? Call it! Call!
I call upon the blood the magician of the bathory the hanging witch. Soon Daphne's hair turned white as snow and her magnificent blue eyes red like blood. Hello, are you the summoner ? Using your girlfriend's manifested spirit as a medium huh how cute . The very thing you love now yours but only ha ha ha the ? So what's the price of this magic hanging witch? Harry asked nervously and notably worried. Harry dear, can I call you that? Just like your beloved Daphne ? Oh dear it seems the medium is trying to fight my possession. Will we talk later ? At Harry's nod the witches' notable white hair disappeared, vanishing into the void for the time being. Only leaving Daphne greengrass in its place.