Just Coincidental
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Shadowkeeper113: Yup yup, I mean someone has to have life threatening situation to keep the story going :can't write and needed filler: Here's an update!
Sirenic Griffin: Heh, Cool? I'm still a horrible writer, there's so much writers on that have god like writing skills :jealous:
4cherryblossoms: Aww, thanks for thinking so :blushes: Heh, I use to describe people's clothing in long paragraphs but then I got some advice that it was too long and boring. So I tend to not describe them too long and only when I can fit it in naturally. I'm sure you can write things too. I use to be a HPCCS fanfic stalker, now I write one! Maybe one day you would too. Here's an update, happy to be of service.
dani: Nah, she's just putting herself down. You know Sakura, she tries to do everything and doesn't let anyone know when something's wrong, tries to take too much responsibility. And the guy is supposed to be a mystery :smiles: Enjoy this chapter!
womp lover: Ten out of ten? Surely you jest. Maybe on the main plotline idea but not the writing skills. No. I'm such a n00b writer…:sighs:jealous of the godlike fanfic writers:
Car, Avatar for the DCG: Oh you go on DA too? Am I right to assume you mean DevArt? I go there too 8D, lovely artists, I'm a n00b writer and a n00b artist. Psst, Syaoran and the cards aren't really lost…I guess you can say temporarily decapitated. Here's a chapter!
Purple Lurker: I guess it looks that way but Syaoran's not reaaaaaaally dead. But shhh that's another plot device :winks:
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A/N: Yay, I wrote stuff! Whoa Seven whole reviews!
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There was the muffled sound of birds whistling shrilly outside. Sunlight shone down in yellow heat beams that offered both warmth and the possibility of combustion. Sakura groaned and shuffled uncomfortably. No matter what she did, she couldn't get into a comfortable enough spot to settle back into sleep. With another shifting, she promptly fell off the armchair.
"Oof!"
Rubbing her sore back, she sat up, her eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight. The common room of their private dorms was devoid off anyone. Distressed, she looked down at her appearance; a crumpled, disheveled, blue nightdress and matching shorts underneath.
She stood up, stretched lazily, and yawned from her effort. The creaking of door hinges announced the awakening of another. A frizzle haired Tomoyo yawned politely and greeted her with a sweet smile.
"Good Morning, Sakura-chan," she said. Sakura smiled back weakly with a little wave. She plopped down on the red armchair and watched some sparrows soar pass the tall window.
Soon after, the others had awoken. She knew she should go and get dressed, but she couldn't help but realize how happy and bright it was outside today.
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Right after a quick breakfast, Sakura zipped up to the library to do some research. She wandered around aimlessly, following Dumbledore's absurd instruction. At last, she reached the library, as said in faded letters on a plaque attached to the double doors.
She turned the doorknob and pulled it open.
Inside the library everything was brown, gray, or any other colour combination of brown and gray. Right at the entrance, clear in the middle of the library, was a clear area, packed full of tables, each accompanied by a set of wooden fine polished chairs. Everywhere else were looming bookshelves that were, from what she could guess, about 12 feet high. Each other were packed with old and new textbooks, but mostly old ones. Sturdy, dusty, long ladders were leaning against them for access to the higher shelves. To the immediate left of the double doors stood a lone oak desk stacked with a couple books, many ink bottles and quills laid neatly on it, and a massive black leather bound book with yellowing pages sitting open. Sakura could read the fine spidery handwriting that spelled out the date, book titles, and names of assumed students.
However, after about four rows of bookshelves, there were tall black bars, much like a prison gate, installed from the wall to wall, ceiling to floor. The other side seemed gloomy and dark but maybe it was just the black bar she had to peer through to see that side. A loud sound of throat clearing startled her, and she looked into the stern and frowning face of who she believed to be the librarian.
"What are you doing here, girl? No students are allowed in Hogwarts on the vacation date," she hissed, thin rectangle framed glasses hung around her neck by an oddly shiny black strap. Sakura recovered from the startle and bowed politely.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm Sakura Kinomoto. Mr. Dumbledore is allowing me the access of the Hogwarts libraries for my studies...you must be Madam Pince, right?" The librarian nodded sharply. " I don't suppose if Mr. Dumbledore has informed you of my arrival."
"He…may have mentioned it to me," she said, snappishly. Madam Pince looked Sakura up and down as if evaluating her appearance. The drooping of her shoulders was the only sign that she deemed Sakura an acceptable person. Before she allowed the Japanese girl to go, however, she thrust a small leather bound book into her hands. Sakura blinked confused.
"That is the official guidebook of the rules of this library, read it, and abide to it by all means," she said, leaving to flick her wand at a cart of books which wheeled away after her. Before she left her sight, she spoke up again. "Dumbledore is allowing you access to the Restricted section; be careful in there."
With a deep sigh and an audible cough, Sakura creaked the metal bar door open and allowed herself into the section known as the restricted section. It was dark and gloomy as she saw it, perhaps from the lack of good lighting from the non existent windows. The dark ash bookcases stood in solitude as she crept down the aisles. At long last she reached a chair and long narrow table set against a bookcase next to a grimy window.
Sprucing up the window by clearing most of the dust and dirt from it with a spare napkin, the area became considerably less gloomy. There was still an inch of dust blanketing the chair and table surface. She brushed them off. This will have to do.
Now the question was where to start?
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Snape gritted his teeth as he hastened his strides, his black robes billowing behind him as he walked. He turned veered left and continued taking sharp turns every now and then. The persistent stumbling of footsteps clattered on the stone floor behind as it followed him.
His patience reaching its end, he whirled around, with an expression akin to that of a very annoying dragon. The small, raven haired boy did not cower at his glare but flinched and twiddled his thumbs nervously.
"Leave me alone," Snape said firmly. The hate escaped and stirred into his voice. Harry did nothing but look a little down. He made no motion to leave or do anything in particular.
The potion master can't see why he didn't see the obvious likeliness of the child before him and the man he hated the most in the world. Even if that man is currently six feet under and the child had done nothing to him so far, that is, if you don't count the few times he, Snape, had been forced to act upon the safety of the younger Potter. It was all there and he didn't see it. The unruly raven black hair that was untamable, green eyes of that horrible muggleborn woman that was that man's wife, and the wooden framed spectacles were obvious signs. He also has the pale complexion that his parents both had. His thoughts derailed when there was a hesitant tug on the bottom of his robes.
"Are you okay, sir?"
Snape blinked.
Was this child About him? No it must be a trick. The boy is probably fooling with him. It was almost likely that the brat would inherit his father's delinquency and recklessness, the foolhardiness of a Gryffindor.
"I will be when you leave me be," he sneered, hoping that was enough to make the kid leave.
He didn't.
As there was nothing he can do, he went off on a randomly directed path through the castle, half hoping that the kid would get lost following him, half hoping that he'll run into someone that he could complain and give the child to.
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Pitter-pattering nimbly down the corridors, she went. Her senses told her that there was someone nearby. How she knew, she didn't know. That's just the way she's always been. The vibes told her it was not her master.
No. Her master's steps are much different. His was rickety and made uneven channels of sound. This pair, however, was soft, even footed, and leisurely. Perhaps - could it be? It may be that grey lavender, furred creature again.
Normally, she wouldn't like any other creature other than her master. This was probably because those…other creatures hated her as they did her master. However, this creature was different; this creature did not hate nor ignore. The creature was kind, like master.
She rounded the corner and was happy that she was right. The dark lavender, furred creature turned towards her at her call.
"Oh hello again," the creature said. The towering figure crouched down and gathered her in her arms. She enjoyed the fine fingers running through her scruffy fur. She nuzzled the creature's hand in appreciation.
"My, aren't you friendly?" the creature said, leaning against the open window sill. The beams of warmth battered down on her fur, heightening the humid temperature. She shifted in annoyance and voiced her irritation.
Smartly, the grey, lavender furred creature understood and stepped back from the sunlight to lean out the window opposite, unexposed to the beams. They loitered there in silence for a while.
"Mrs. Norris, is it?"
She mewed in affirmation. The creature smiled, rubbing her ears.
"Do you think you can help me find my friend, Mrs. Norris?"
She hissed. She hated those other creatures that didn't understand, the ones that treat her and her master like dirt when he has to put up with picking up after them. Nonetheless, she leaped from the cozy confides of the creature's arms and landing silently on the ground, leading the way to where she sensed the other creature, which accompanied her the other day, nimbly.
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Sakura yawned widely, stretching her sore arms. She was thankful that it was cool in the vast library that was shrouded in shadows from the dark bookcases. Regretfully tired, she flipped the yellowed page of an enormous volume of 'Mispells' by Lainne Rosburch. The volumes illustrated and wrote elaborate descriptions of different spells and their different uses and also side effects of them when used wrongly, and those that were theoretically possible. So far, Sakura has only gone through three volumes of these huge books. The complete set had fourteen.
She dropped her head on the book, groaning. She was careful she didn't make any loud noises that would rouse the attention of the strict librarian like she did before.
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Sakura skimmed over the titles of the bottom row of books, keeping an eye out for any that had to do with binding curses, spells and those alike. After perhaps about half an hour, she was stuck in an awkwardly small corner with stacks of books at her feet, surrounding her like a garrison wall of a fortress.
She flicked some of them open, weeding out the useless ones into another pile. Out of the twenty or so books, she managed to find seven that deemed worthy a look. Placing the books back, the auburn haired girl lifted the heavy books from the floor and made her way back to the working place.
Needless to say, she discovered why it's so hard to walk around with a stack of books that blocked half your view. Which also means that you won't be able to see the old ruined pocketbook wedged partly out of the bottom of the bookcase. With a loud and not so discreet THWUMP, she dropped to the floor.
She supposed she was lucky. She hasn't dropped any of the books, so none were damaged. In less than a split second, Madam Pince was towering over her. Despite the dark shadows that hide the woman's face, she could see it, the piercing stare and the thin lipped frown.
"What. Are. You. Doing!" she gritted, ripping the books from her hands. With precision and swiftness, Madam Pince gave each of the seven books a check over. Sakura got to her feet and dusted her skirt.
"I'm sorry, I guess I tripped," Sakura said dejectedly. Madam Pince gave an incredulous look. She thrust the volumes back into Sakura's arms and said, "Don't, and I mean it, don't damage these books in ANY way! And that goes for all the other ones."
Muttering angrily, she stalked away.
"Be careful," she scoffed.
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Sakura laughed nervously, recalling that. She lifted her head a little too fast causing a bit of dizziness. The dust stirred around her, threatening to cast a spell of sneezes. She held her breath. She didn't want Madam Pince after her head for sneezing snot all over the books.
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The road was getting fuzzy again.
Fuzzy. Dreary. Bright.
Bright?
He shielded his eyes, squinting.
Why is it so bright?
The light was generating warmth, making him feel cozier and safe. He shook his head frantically.
This light…it is tricking me…it is misleading me from the dark and my lord…
He gritted his teeth. He knew he has to go through this path. There was no other way.
But what if I don't make it? What if in the accursed light that I fall victim to those merciless murderers of my kin.
Anger fuelled within.
They…the blood traitors…the dirt…the unworthy…they who are all unworthy of my lord…they who has slain my fellow brothers and sisters that walked the rightful path of darkness…
He cowered at the exit. There was nothing he can see beyond it.
Pathetic mortals! Scum beyond scum! How dare they accuse us of going wrong…it is they who are wrong…it is they that are on the wrong side, on the wrong path…if only they can understand my lord's intentions, how great and wonderful they are…only through darkness can you find the true path…the light is misleading…it will swallow you…it will devour your soul of common sense…
He could hear distorted sounds from beyond now. The sound of many footsteps. The sound of insistent chattering.
Wait patiently…filthy half-breeds…we will purge the land of the wrongful light and those that oppose us soon…soon…soon
He lifted himself unsteadily to his feet, bracing against the grim covered wall. His breath coming out in gasps. It was time. He stepped forward.
Images flooded into his eyes all at once. So bright they were, everywhere, crowding and pushing into his mind. The pure white building that reflected all light off of it gleamed with an unnatural cleanness. The cheery ice cream Shoppe that stood across from it, with its bright multi-coloured umbrellas shading numerous small tables, was packed to the filling with people huddling under the shade.
Here and there, children laughed, running, screaming in delight. Parents shushing them and scolding them. Passer-bys carrying loaded bags of items. The sound and images were overwhelming.
Stop…stop…it hurts…it hurts…
He clamped his scratched hands to his eyes, finally pulling the black dirty shawl over his head. He wrapped it closer and took another step.
Slowly advancing into the square, children stopped and stared with wide eyes of fear. Others pointing and leaving with disgusted looks.
That's right…fear me…that is all you can do…surrender to the power of darkness…you have no right to criticize when you are of polluted origins…you do not deserve…the darkness…or of the light…those despicable hybrids that dare call themselves our equals…wait till I, and my lord, and kinsmen, are done with you…
He bared his blackened, chipped teeth at the children that remained causing them to disperse.
My lord will be so pleased…he will rewarded me…make me his most loyal servant…yes…my lord…I'm coming…I will be there for your raising…but first….first…to kill the opposition…he must die…
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A/N: Wow, I finished it! That's amazing. I'm surprised I did since I went totally blank for quite a while. Not that it's my fault exactly. My muse still hasn't come back and all I'm running on is a mix of caffeine, carbonated water, and various other chemicals. To prevent confusion, that guy up there is the same guy from the last chapter. Sorry for the late update, schools finally over and there's more time to go on the computer, play on a game station, go to the library, read books, read manga, watch anime, draw things, and oh yes, write fanfiction. Well, I'm off to play Final Fantasy Chronicles; I hate that stupid Dragon Zombie which killed me over 10 times. I had to retry about 4 times to beat it. The other 6 times was because I equipped phoenix downs. I ran out. Please review! That is after this is beta'd and you read it of course.
Yam (La femme de beta): Yo, I did this really slowly...tis hot in here...Summer 'as arrived and I actually have stuff arranged for once...volunteer stuff...but no vacation :cries: Ok, that was just so cute between Snape and Harry, awwwww. I find it silly that Harry has glasses at such a young age. I got mine when I was 9...ding dong, the wicked witch is dead. Ok, bye.
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