The Shadow Of Laurel
Summary: A not so ordinary girl is living with her family in a small villages, where there are no secrets but the most dark ones. What happens when the Nightmare Lord decides to raide the village, and take prisoners with him? What when these just happen to be the family of the not so ordinary girl?
Pairings: Harry X OC
Warning: gore, violence, probably sex too. Death, a lot of death. Child abuse, rape, torture, mass murder. Evil!Harry, twisted!Harry, evil!OC, twisted!OC, and probably snuff or something like that.
Disclaimer: This is like a double disclaimer because I own neither the Nightmare Man by Tiro ( ), which this story is a fanfiction of, nor Harry Potter, which The Nightmare Man is a fanfiction of. And I dont make any money with this either, btw!
Prologue
An ordinary looking, about 35 year old woman was running through her town, panting heavily as her shoulder-long hair flew behind her with every hurried step she took in the dark evening.
She had a desperate look on her face, her eyesdarting around the few open shops and she stepped into a puddle on the rough street, but barely noticed it. From time to time she would trip, but hastily regain her step and continue to run, until she finally reached the townhall. She slided to a stop in front of the door and caught her breath for a moment before bursting into the room without knocking.
Her eyes searched through the room, scanning the four surprised faces of the family that lived there, but not finding the one she was searching for.
"Jane, what-"
"Where is Lara?! Where is she?!", she interrupted the mother who had started to speak. Surprised and slightly offended by the normally weet womans´ lack of manners she pointed upstairs silently, and said even as Jane was already running upstairs:
"She was being impossibly disrespectful again..." she trailed off as she saw her taking three steps at a time. At the same moment, the faint crying of a baby started. The mother looked at her husband and shook her head in pity.
"I bet that´s the boys again. I feel bad for these guys, they surely aren´t getting any sleep at the moment, what with their kids starting to grow teeth and all."
The father didn´t show any sign that she had even heard her, but the mother continued to talk while eating, scolding both of the children for their table manners, their bankering or other things from time to time.
Meawhile, the woman named Jane ran against the locked door and hastily opened the lock and burst through the door, halting for a moment as the girl she was searching for turned around to her, an object falling onto the bed behind her.
As always, Lara was breathtakingly beautiful. She looked like a fire goddess, with her fiery red and black hair, fading red eyes and a beauty surpassing Helena of Troia herself. Her body was perfect, a petite figure but full with curves, a impossibly small waist and legs that never seem to end, yet looked perfectly fitting in comparison to her body. Her face looked soft, but her cheekbones were sharp as knifes, eyes curved like the moon and as big as well, with an ocean caught in her now blue eyes, framed by the longest, darkest eyelashes. Then her hair suddenly changed back to a golden blond mane, looking as if woven out of gold. Her lips were lush and red, as if bruised, with her small nose twitching slightly in annoyance at the woman in front of her before a pleasant smile appeared on her perfect lips.
"Jane! What are you doing here? And why is your dress dripping onto my floor?"
Jane shook out of her stupor at that, and ran to her, gripping her tightly by the shoulders. Her eyes rolled into the back of her had and she shuddered as she said in a monotone voice:
"The laurel shall only be brought to death by blood, for her blood brings pain, and pain brings death... she with the power to vanquish the nightmare... he with the power to vanquish the dark lord... they share past and future, but are alone in the present... the day the Nightmare arrives will be the start of freedom, or the end of prisonment for the shadow... the laurel will choose either blood or nightmare... she with the laurel will be free!"
After the last word, she shuddered one last time and fell to the ground. Lara looked at her, her face not showing any emotion, but her eyes darting to something invisible to everyone else, and fading off, as if she was deep in thought or listening to something.
That was interrupted by the sudden smell of burnt flesh near by, and screams, loud screams echoing throughout the village.
As Lara turned around to look outside, Jane stirred. She weakly grasped at Laras dress and whispered: "He... is coming..."
As she felt the tugging, Lara knelt down and moved her ear so she could hear her better. Her voice rang out raw, raspy and quietly, as if she had been screaming loudly or not talked in a long time.
"Who?" She whispered to the weak woman.
The woman gasped for breath and had tears running down her face as she looked into the beautiful, but stone cold face, and said desperately, knowing she was not gonna survive the evening:
"The Nightmare Lord. He is coming."