Chapter 13 – Doll Rooms have Dementor Properties
AN:
Oni: Hello everyone! I have been away for a while I know…
Harry: Why.
Garry: How could you do this to us?
Oni: I know, I KNOW. Anyways, I have been away and I am terribly sorry. Please accept my apologies and this truckload of virtual cookies *summons cookies from the Cookie God*
Sebastian: Well at least you're back for another chapter, you procrastinating pterodactyl, you.
Harry: What is that insult even supposed to mean?
Lent: Hey try pranking Garry a couple of times, he's worse.
Oni: Anyways, back on track… I have been asked if this story will still be slash. And my answer is, I have no idea. So I shall do this, review and tell me if you would prefer if this story stayed Garry/Harry, or if not, I want to know what pairings YOU people have in mind, just so I can consider it. Now then…
Mary: Oni does not own Harry Potter or Ib or this story up to chapter ten. The story after is all her's though.
Harry: On with the story!
Garry sighed as he once again stared toward the door that held the distinct feeling of coldness of doom. 'Do I have any choice BUT to go in there?' he thought as he ran his hand through his hair for around the fifth time. 'I might as well get this over with, Harry is counting on me… and maybe…maybe Mary might be to…' The purple haired teen sighed.
'I wonder… what Seb would think of all the stuff I'm going through now… things might have been easier if he came with me…' Garry stopped.
'Where did THAT thought come from?'
Looking back at the door, the purple haired teen strengthened his resolve. 'I HAVE to get out of here soon, or I might just go completely mad… there's nothing else I can do…'
With that, the teen placed his hand on the doorknob, once again noting how it seemed to suck the heat away, leaving only a piercing cold to meet his skin. 'Just like when a Dementor is near…' Garry thought darkly, before turning the knob and entering the dreaded room.
His eyes scanned the nightmare-inducing room. The first thing that had registered in his mind was that there were creepy dolls EVERYWHERE. Small dolls with various colored dresses littered the floor, while larger dolls where propped on huge desks off to both sides. Garry absentmindedly noticed how the right side of the room only housed large dolls with pink dresses, while the left side of the room held large dolls with only yellow dresses. 'Huh, just like one of our school's house colors…' he mused. Straight ahead of his was a large dark pink painting frame. However the painting inside seemed to be missing, as there was only blank canvas within the frame.
Garry shivered. The entire room was cold. Very, very cold. Taking a tentative step forward, the 16 year old felt the door slam shut behind him. Panicking, Garry wrenched it open again, and ran out of the room, breathing heavily.
'Dammit, get it together!' he thought, 'Now is NOT the time to freak out!'
He stared back at the door, before getting a small hope. 'Well, if the room has Dementor properties…' The teen fished out his lighter and concentrated. There was a soft glow, but it quickly dissipated.
"DAMMIT!" He shouted out loud.
'Well that sucks… I still can't get it to change back yet… seriously what is wrong with this place? It took away my abilities and are using them against me…' he fumed in his mind. He looked back at his lighter. 'I don't even have my wand on me.., it's still stuck as a lighter… for now… Gah, how the hell am I going to cast a patronus now?'
With a defeated sigh, Garry headed back toward the Doll Room and tried again.
Instantly he was hit with the cold feeling of dread, the feeling that he would never be happy again. This time though, when Garry stepped forward into the room and the door once again slammed shut, he paid it no heed. Instead, he pressed on, getting the distinct feeling that all of the dolls were watching him. Looking ahead, Garry saw the object he had been searching for.
The white ball of paint.
It was sitting innocently in the middle of the end wall, right under the empty frame.
The purple haired teen sprinted to the ball of paint, and sighed in relief when his hand clasped around it and it disappeared in a swirl of white.
"That's seven of them…!" He said aloud, triumphantly. He walked back toward the door, happy with his accomplishment. 'Maybe this can help Harry and ….Mary… in some way…' he thought.
However, when he turned the knob of the door, the door did not budge from its place.
"Huh…?" Garry asked aloud.
He tried again. And again. But still the door would not move.
"No way… why?!"
Suddenly, paint smeared along the door. Writing in that familiar scrawl was smeared in front of him with a SQUELCH.
"…..?!" was Garry's only reply as he read the message in horror.
"Let's have another treasure hunt… Who? Who? Who has the key?"
'Nonononono…nonono…they stole the key…' he thought frantically to himself.
"What is..." he said aloud, before a bell resounded twice through out the room.
Garry walked further into the room and turned on his heel, trying to find the source of the noise.
"Wh-What?!" he said, exasperated and afraid, "What now?!"
The room shook, and filled with some sort of blue haze. The temperature dropped even more than before, and Garry was certain that a Dementor just HAD to be right beside him. The purple haired teen shivered as he fought the onslaught of bad memories with his limited occulmancy skills.
"This is bad…" he muttered, "Where… where's the key?!"
DONG!
Out of the corner of his eye, Garry saw a very large blue hand grab the bottom right side of the picture frame from the inside.
"Nonononono…." He whispered frantically. His mind's defenses were weakening, and as he put his hands to his ears to block out the noise, his eyes stood transfixed onto the picture frame.
DONG!
Two hands gripped the edges of the frame, and coarse black locks of hair were showing from behind them. Garry tried the door again and again, but to no avail. He fought the images that were flashing before him, images of his father, his mother, his brother, his friends, Harry…
DONG!
The forehead started rising. And this time, Garry could not stop the memory that erupted to the front of his brain.
Your mother was crying, she clutched a letter that presumably came from the father you've never met, well, you were only about a year old, but you could still understand that something bad must have happened to him. All of a sudden, your father appeared in front of you and your mother, startling the both of you. He was lying face down, shuddering, and clutching something in between his hands. Your father was gaunt, pale, and looked like he was about to die. Your mother's screams ring in your ears...
DONG!
Now the top half of the head was visible, showing humongous red eyes that were staring at him, black pupils bearing into his soul. His knees started to fail him, and soon he was crawling on the floor, trying to make the noise STOP…
Father was lying on the floor again, holding his left arm. On the arm was a tattoo of a snake that intertwined with a skull, and the skin around it seemed to be red and irritated. He shuddered, and is screams echo in the silent library. You were only two years old…
DONG!
The head had risen up, and the painting that could only be Red Eyes had its mouth wide open, showing square, white teeth dripping with blood. Its hands were outstretched, coming out of the portrait. Garry let out a scream as his mind was once again forced to bring up a bad memory…
The boy with the black eyes was unresponsive for a while, and even though he was cleaned up and the bruised healed, he still looked sickly and pale. His eyes just stared straight ahead, and every time you reached out to touch him, he flinched. Every time you said anything, he looked down and wanted to boy's raven hair had been cleaned, but it still fell limp at his shoulders. He looked so delicate, so fragile. It scared you to think that his blood relatives had done this to him. You were five…
DONG!
Red Eyes's lifted itself upwards to its fullest, arms dangling out of the frame, mouth hanging wide open, eyes staring at Garry hungrily while he crawled around the room, trying to fight off the memories.
He went through this every month, every full moon. You and your adopted brother could only stare in horror from you hiding place as Romulus (or Lent as he preferred to be called) grew fur and fangs as the full moon showed itself over the clouds. You both heard him howl in pain as he transformed. Clothes ripped, and what stood before you was no longer your friend, but a werewolf. Lent raised himself onto his hackles, and stretched, growling. He stalked over to you two slowly, and the two of you hoped that your brother's plan had worked. You were twelve years old…
DONG!
IT's head had come out of the frame, arms splayed out widely, mouth dripping with even more blood. IT seemed to be getting larger with every chime from the bell that came from nowhere. Garry had made it to the end of the room when he spotted it. A bloody doll's head that was rolling around.
You turn back as you hear a small THUD from behind you. Harry had collapsed onto the floor. Running towards him, you gently try to shake him awake, but the poor kid was out cold. After all that both of you had been through, it was no wonder something like this would happen, especially after the emerald eyed boy's reaction to the portrait of his parents. Thinking of nothing else you could do, you scoop him up bridal style and carry him a few steps when you spot an open door. Seeing no other choice you walk into what could only be called a Safe Room in this hellhole of a Gallery that you gently put him down at the far end of the room. You check the boy for any bruises, but you only come across scars that litter his body under the worn and overly large clothes that he wore. The image was all too familiar, as he thought back to when they first found his adopted brother. But it couldn't be. He couldn't be abused, could he? You decide that when he woke up, you wouldn't push the subject, seeing as how that went with Seb. You were sixteen years old…
DONG!
Red Eyes had its torso out of the frame now, mimicking the Ladies in Color as it started to crawl futher towards him. Garry had reached the doll head, and as he reached out to touch it, purple paint scribble had appeared on the wall.
"Welcome to our home!" it read, and he could have sworn that as he blacked out, the doll's head's smile became even broader as the world around him turned red.
Harry startled suddenly when the blue rose painting disappeared from beneath his feet. He stumbled to his feet, thoughts frantically appearing in his mind.
'The blue rose is Garry's rose… could it be that something's happened to him? Oh no oh no oh no no no…' he panicked to himself. Before he could panic any more about his friend's trouble, he was suddenly hit with a sudden urge to go back into the colorless room. As if in a trance, Harry walked past Mary, who was looking at "Tattletale", and made his way to the colorless room.
Only to find that it was no longer colorless.
The room now had the same brown walls and floor as the other rooms, and the painting of the rainbow now was in full color. The presence on the stool holding the brush seemed to give of a happier vibe than before when Harry stood near it. The bridge that used to be various shades of grey had become a rainbow bridge, with all the colors (including pink for some reason) striped along in order from red on the left to pink on the right.
The emerald eyed boy took a tentative step on the bridge to find that it was indeed solid now, and carefully crossed the bridge up to the other side where the brown key was sitting innocently in the middle of a thin, white table. A large painting with sparsely scattered thin stripes of the rainbow were held against a black background, which the plaque beneath claimed to be called "Illusion".
Harry grabbed the key and walked back down the rainbow bridge, looking down to watch as the bridge shimmered beneath his feet, small waves parting almost as if he were walking on colored water. Feeling happier than before he entered the room, the small wizard waved goodbye to the entity sitting on the stool as he left the room; and the paintbrush shook as if it was waving back.
Knowing the drill by now, Harry swiftly crossed the room to the locked door that was next to "Fisherman". He turned the key in the lock and heard a satisfying 'click' before he turned the handle.
In the new room he was met with a large painting with no name, with seemed to depict a large brown lizard head with a brown drop of something hanging from the center of its open mouth. At the right of the room was a stairway heading downwards, where Harry quickly headed off to.
However, as he was about to descend the flight of stairs, the door open to reveal Mary, who had an odd look on her face.
"Wait, Harry…" She walked forward, stooping a few feet away from him, "…There's stairs over here too… I'm going with you!"
Harry smiled. 'So she's snapped out of… whatever that was… then. Things are looking up!'
"Yeah, let's go!"
And with that, both children descended down the stairs.
'I'm coming for you, Garry, just hold on!'
Omake, but gives to some backstory sort of
Can also be titled 'What happens when you're still not asleep at four in the morning'
A boy sits on a chair, by his desk, in his room. His hair would be considered long and greas-
"IT'S SILKY DAMMIT."
Sorry, SILKY, and of a dark, obsidian shade. He is quite tall, and can be no more than sixteen. His skin is pale, and his eyes are as black as the void that spans time and space.
"What am I, a vampire? Oh, don't tell me, I sparkle in the sun as well don't I?"
Shut up, I'm TRYING to narrate here. Now where were we? Ah yes, his eyes. Legend says that if you stare into these pools of darkness, you will see the void itself, and be traumatized for the rest of your life. People have been driven INSAN-
"You are looking into my eyes. Right now."
And if he is angry, then his GLARE OF DEATH would surely kill you on the spot. Much more effective than the Magical Killing Curse if you ask me.
"Lent THAT WAS ONE TIME. ONE. FUCKING. TIME. And besides, you don't even know if it was me."
Admit it, you killed Mr. Norris with your glare. That dumb cat looked at you and fell to the ground. IT DIED SEB. YOU KILLED MR. NORRIS.
"No I did not."
Yes you did.
"No."
Yes.
"No."
Ye-
"WHAT IN ALL OF MARILYN MANSON'S MAKEUP KIT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!"
"Marilyn Manson's what?"
And suddenly, the door slammed open, and in glided the most beautiful creature on would set your eyes on.
"What."
"Excuse me?"
His hair was fluffy and purple-
"Lilac. My hair is LILAC."
Fine, LILAC, with black highlights coming from a central point, it kind of looks as if a spider is perched on his head-
"It most certainly does not!"
"I CAN'T UNSEE THAT NOW."
Oh look, it even reacts as he does.
"IT DOES NOT!"
"Holy shit, Garry, your hair-spider copies your movements…"
His eye change shades from stormy blue to blood orange.
"Hah! Gar's eye is twitching!"
So are his hair-spider's legs.
"Holy-"
"ENOUGH! Lent, why are you talking out loud as if you're narrating a story?"
Because I can.
"AND YOU!"
"What did I do?"
"Nothing yet, but I assure you that you WILL once I leave!"
Oh yeah, you gotta go to that Art Gallery today don't you?
"Yeah, you inherited from that one guy, Gwertina right?"
"Yes… why are you laughing?"
"Nothing, nothing… Oh yeah…"
What that paper for?
"It is PHASE TWO for The Plan."
"Oh right, The Plan."
Okay I'll just pretend to know what's going on here…
"Nah, it's fine, can't spoil anything right now, the readers need to be kept in the dark for a while…"
"The what?"
"ANYway, all I will reveal is that it involves… THIS!"
IS THAT A TIME TURNER?
"You stole that from the principal's office, didn't you? Oh, when she finds out we are dead…"
"Nope. She gave me permish to use it, it's a use-once thing, so she's got NOTHING to worry about!"
Or so she thinks.
"I agree with Lent, what are you planning?"
"Nothing much, let's just say when you meet your new friend at the Gallery, bring him with you."
What?
"What?"
"Now that we got THAT settled, ONWARDS Picto-"
"Don't call me that!"
"ONWARDS YOU POOR EXCUSE FOR A WIZARD, ONWARDS TO THE GALLERY. ONWARDS. TO. YOUR. DESTINY!"
Did you just throw him out the window?
"Yep. He'll be fine."
AN:
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Sebastian: Until next time, my pretties!
Oni: Hey! That's my line!