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It took a week for Harry's ankle to heal completely and now he was finally able to leave the room. He hadn't seen Voldemort or anyone else in that duration. His reckless side was threatening to burst out and he was itching for an adventure. Adventure…. yeah it seemed a reasonable enough word for his deadly explorations. He couldn't help but admit how right Voldemort had been when he had said that he enjoyed suffering. No, he didn't enjoy suffering. He was just wildly curious. This castle was so huge and it was so full of secrets. Harry just wanted to discover all of them. Maybe then he would understand why Voldemort was the way he was. He stood in the doorway of his room, the logical part of his brain, which was extremely tiny, kept screaming at him to go back inside and relax while everything else begged him to start walking and explore the castle. In the end, it wasn't a tough decision. His curiosity won over. He pulled out the map from inside his pocket and passed a glance over it. When he couldn't decide where to go, he just pushed the map back in his pocket and started walking.
He avoided the west wing because as much as he liked Bella, he didn't want them to find out who he was. His feet led him through long corridors and stone passageways until he found himself outside. It was unfamiliar to the orchards or gardens he had previously visited mainly because this part was rocky and barren. It looked like someone had abruptly stopped building the castle when they had reached this point. He carefully stepped over jagged rocks, but every irregular movement made his newly healed ankle ache. Why did he have no sense of self-preservation, whatsoever? He hated himself for it. Harry continued moving until he reached what seemed like a cave. His logical side started screaming again, trying fruitlessly to make him turn back but Harry ignored it.
Something inside was pulling at him and Harry allowed himself to be pulled. His footsteps echoed inside the cavern as he made his way to a wall. He felt disappointed. It wasn't supposed to be a dead end. He was about to turn back when he felt the pull again. He stepped closer to the wall and touched it. Instantly an arched outline appeared there, blazing white as though there was a powerful light behind the crack. Harry pulled his hand away immediately. The outline vanished, leaving the rock as bare and solid as ever. Harry tried to figure out how he was supposed to open it. He touched the cold wall again and the bright outline appeared once more. He moved his hand over the wall. He didn't know what he was looking for, maybe a keyhole, some loose rock, something.
Suddenly a hiss escaped his lips as a sharp, jagged rock cut into his palm. Harry instantly drew away his hand and cradled it close to his chest. His gaze took in the rock face that was peppered with dark, glistening drops of blood. Surprisingly The blazing silver outline of an arch did not fade away. The blood-spattered rock within it simply vanished, leaving an opening into what seemed total darkness.
The allure grew stronger and Harry stepped through the archway. An eerie sight met his eyes: he was standing on the edge of a great black lake, so vast that Harry could not make out the distant banks, in a cavern so high that the ceiling, too, was out of sight. A silvery white light shone far away in what looked like the middle of the lake; it was reflected in the completely still water below. The bright silvery glow was the only things that broke the otherwise velvety blackness.
Harry felt drawn it. It felt like an invisible force kept tugging him forward. Harry grew aware that he had stepped into the ice-cold water when he felt the chill run from his toes up to the rest of his body and he shuddered. With a noise like an explosion, something very large and pale erupted out of the dark water some twenty feet away; before Harry could see what it was, it had vanished again with a crashing splash that made great, deep ripples on the mirrored surface. Harry leapt backwards in shock and hit the wall. His heart was hammering in his chest. What was that? He should just turn back now while he was unharmed and still had the chance. His shoes and socks were soaked and the cold was making his teeth chatter.
The glow emanating from the centre of the lake caught his attention again and Harry groaned. There was no way he could leave this place without finding out what was causing that glow. But he needed to find a way to cross this lake without touching the water. He stared at the sinisterly smooth water and his thoughts were all of water-monsters, giant serpents and demons.
He set off around the edge of the lake. His footsteps made echoing, slapping sounds on the narrow rim of rock that surrounded the water. He stopped when he reached the end. He had no idea how he was going to cross the water unless he sprouted wings and flew across. Harry jumped when something emerged from the depths of the black water. He gasped as the ghostly prow of a tiny boat broke the surface and floated, with barely a ripple, towards the place on the bank where he stood. Guess he had found his way across.
Harry climbed carefully into the boat which began to move at once. There was no sound other than the silken rustle of the boat's prow cleaving the water; it moved without his help, as though an invisible rope were pulling it onwards towards the light in the centre. Soon he could no longer see the walls of the cavern. He felt like he had just crossed the point of no return. The boat was carving deep ripples upon the glassy surface, grooves in the dark mirror and then Harry saw it, marble-white, floating inches below the surface. There was a hand in the water – a human hand. He stared down into the water, looking for the vanished hand, and a sick feeling rose in his throat. That thing that had jumped out of the earlier…. that had been…His answer presented itself when the boat drifted past a dead man lying face up inches beneath the surface: his open eyes misted as though with cobwebs, his hair and his robes swirling around him like smoke.
Harry cursed internally. Why the hell was he not terrified out of his mind? There were corpses floating in the water…. actual corpses…. and he was sailing through it daintily without a care in the world. He should be turning around, he should be worrying about getting out of this place as soon as possible but the only thing he could focus on was the light in the centre of the lake. He was burning inside to know what was causing it. The silvery light seemed to be growing larger at last, and within minutes, the boat came to a halt, bumping gently into something that Harry could not see at first, but when the boat hit solid land, he saw that he had finally reached a small island of smooth rock in the centre of the lake.
Harry stepped off the boat. The island was an expanse of flat dark stone on which stood nothing but the source of that white glow, which looked much brighter when viewed close to. Harry squinted at it; at first, he thought it was a lamp of some kind, but then he saw that the light was coming from a shallow stone basin with odd carvings around the edge; runes and symbols that Harry didn't recognise. The silvery light was coming from the basin's contents, which were like nothing Harry had ever seen before. He couldn't tell whether the substance was liquid or gas. It was a bright, whitish silver, and it was moving ceaselessly; the surface of it became ruffled like water beneath wind, and then, like clouds, separated and swirled smoothly. It looked like light made liquid – or like wind made solid – Harry couldn't make up his mind.
He wanted to touch it, to find out what it felt like, but all his remaining senses told him that sticking his hand into a bowl full of some unknown substance was a very stupid thing to do but he threw caution to the wind and prodded the liquid with his finger anyway. The surface of the silvery stuff inside the basin began to swirl very fast. Harry bent closer, his head right over the basin. The silvery substance had become transparent; it looked like glass. He looked down into it, expecting to see the He looked down into it, expecting to see the stone bottom of the basin but what he saw instead stole his breath away.
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