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I know you all are wondering what the hell is going on, but to put it bluntly this story was removed oh so nicely by So I must start all over again, again. You have no idea how many times I re-written this story and receive no reviews, so to post it this time and actually get a response like the one I had, was amazing. I can only hope that in time I will surpass the previous number of reviews I had. (150-Something.)
Broken Wings
Chapter 20: The Age of Darkness
By: Midnight Walker
Disclaimer: I don't own anything so fuck off.
Asyah shifted in the soft bed and sighed contentedly when a strong arm wrapped around her waist. She smiled into the dark green covers at the feeling of warmth that ran through her body at his touch. Asyah thought back to her to life, amazed at how she had got to this point. She never in a million years thought that she love Draco malfoy, although she like a hundred other girls, thought that he was ridiculously hot.
She had often thought about him in the middle of the night when she couldn't sleep. The way his silver eyes pierced her soul Everytime he looked at her, made her heart flutter widely. Although she masked her like for him with a hatred that her three friends shared, she still longed to be with him.
Asyah frowned when she came on the part in her life when her life crashed upon the sharp, jagged rocks of life. Earlier this year was her downfall, so to speak; from learning about the prophecy, to struggling with internal demons, to stopping the rise of an enemy that is said to be even stronger than Voldemort himself. Her life had fallen apart like a brittle cookie. To say that that brittle cookie was whole before, she would be lying herself; it was never whole and all asyah could hope for was that Draco could make it whole.
Asyah blinked when a rather mischievous ray of sunlight blinded her in her left eye. Grumbling she buried her head under the covers to escape the evil light. Soon more sunlight filled the room, rays touching everything in sight; they seemed to mocking her and forcing her to get up, even though she didn't want to.
After about five minutes of hiding from the sun, asyah kicked off the covers and sat up. She grabbed a large button down shirt that was hanging from the back of Draco's desk chair, and slipped it on. It came to her mid-thigh. She slipped from the soft bed and when her feet hit the floor, the sun shone brighter as if mocking her. "Bloody annoying fireball…" she grumbled as she made her way to the showers.
She opened the wooden door and walked along the stone corridor careful not to slip in the water left over from previous showers. Along the corridor were many other doors that lead to assigned showers. Everyone had their own showers. There were multiple other doors that asyah could only guess led from other dormitories, girls and boys. She also knew that the girls were allowed to bathe at a certain time as was the boys; this Professor McGonagall had explained first year was to prevent "Un orderly conduct." 'As if that stopped people from having sex in the showers…' she thought. She had overheard parvati and lavender telling the other girls in the dormitory about how you can break the charm McGonagall had put on to enforce this rule.
She walked along a little further until she reached Draco's door number 38. She pushed the door open and walked inside. The whole shower was done in blue and silver; his favorite colors. The shower was large enough to accommodate at least 8 people and still have enough room to move about freely.
All the knobs, and the frame of the shower door, were done in stainless steel, which glinted merrily up at her. Asyah shed the black button down shirt, turned the water on, and climbed in. the warm water flowed down her body and warmed her cold skin quickly, giving her goose bumps.
She washed her body with a honey smelling body wash that was edible. It had been a gift a while back from one of her friends she had attended elementary school with. She washed her hair with a shampoo and conditioner that smelled of honey too, but was not edible.
Asyah turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a blue towel around her body. She dragged Draco's brush through her hair to make sure there were no knots, before wrapping it in a big bun at the base of her neck.
She oiled down and cleansed her face. She stepped out into the corridor walking back the way she came. She felt a cool breeze blow across her neck and turned around. No one was there. Asyah brushed it off seeing as she was in a school that taught magic, and didn't worry too much about it; after all odd things that can't be explained happen a lot at Hogwarts.
Soon she was back in the sun lit room in Draco's dormitory. She saw him sitting up in bed running a hand through his hair while staring into space. He smiled when she walked in and she made her way to the bed. She leaned over the bed and kissed him. She pulled away and walked to his closet pulling out a pair of his dirty denim jeans. He raised an eyebrow at her digging through his clothes, but said nothing.
She then pulled on the red spaghetti strapped shirt she had on last night and took her hair out of its bun. It unraveled itself stooping just below her hips. Asyah then proceeded to dry until it was bone straight and brushed it till it shined.
All the while Draco watched reveling in the fact that she looked so hot in his jeans. So hot he just wanted to rip them off and fuck her senseless…
But that would have to wait…for now.
Asyah suddenly stopped brushing her hair and laid her hands flat on the table that housed Draco's hair products and other things. Her eyes were tightly shut and her face was twisted into a pain filled grimace. She clenched her hands upon the wooden table, her nails digging into the wood leaving scratches upon the wood.
"Asyah what's wrong?" he rose up out of the bed and pulled on his boxers and a pair of black sweats. He stood behind her and went to touch her shoulder when he brought them back abruptly. He stared down at the palm of his hands; he had been burned. Suddenly black flames licked at her bare feet and the stone floor. The flames spiraled up her body until they engulfed her. She spread her arms out wide and tilted her head back, eyes closed. Draco was at a lost; he didn't know what to do.
If he touched her she would burn him, and she didn't look like she could hear him; if anything she looked in a trance of some sort.
Draco spotted his eagle-owl, artimis, and called her down from atop his bedpost. She fluttered down in his shoulder and he rushed over to his desk and wrote a hurried letter Professor Snape.
When he was done he hurriedly attached the letter to artimis's leg and told her to take it to professor Snape, and hurry. Draco turned back to asyah and saw that the flames where starting to dissipate. He hurried over to her as the last flame disappeared and held her as she collapsed. Her skin was searing hot but he tolerated the pain as her grabbed his wand to do a cooling spell.
Her skin seemed to cool, but was still to hot to be normal. Suddenly Snape came rushing in and ran over to where Draco held asyah on the floor in his arms. If it had not been for the rise and fall of her chest, one would think she was dead.
"What happened?" he questioned as he looked her over.
"I- I don't know. One minute she was standing over there," he pointed to the desk with his finger. "Then she looked to be in extreme pain and flames engulfed her whole body." He finished lamely. Even he did not believe what he said. However professor Snape did apparently as he stood and said,
"Come. We must take her to Madam Pomfrey; if this is what I think it is, then her condition will only worsen; this is just the beginning stages." He said worry and despair lacing his deep voice. Draco nodded and he picked her up off the floor and followed professor Snape out of the Slytherin boys' dormitory.
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Red eyes peered out over the barren landscape, seeing nothing but sand as far as the eye could see. He was dressed from head to toe in a black cloak that hid his eyes and face. He walked forward a few paces before stopping again. According to the book he held in his hands, this was his desired place. He took a dagger from his cloak and ran it across his palm allowing the blood to fall onto the sand. He chanted in an ancient language before the ground started to rumble.
Soon a stone structure rose up from the sand and dwarfed them. The stone door on the mysterious building slid back with a grinding noise and revealed total darkness.
Voldemort took out his wand and muttered, "Lumos," before stepping inside. He and his loyal followers, his death eaters, walked down winding hallways and staircases, slowly descending deeper into the earth. Finally they came to a stone door which had an ancient language carved into the stone, which had worn away slightly due to the many centuries that passed.
Voldemort once again cut open his palm and placed it upon the door allowing the crimson liquid to drip into a maze carved on the door. The blood flowed around in winding circles, before pooling in a circular center. Soon a grinding noise that indicated stone sliding against stone was heard.
Once the door fully slid out of the way, a black marble walkway was visible. It led to a platform accessible by marble stairs. On each side of the walkway was water that was pitch black and the depth of it was undetermined due to its color. Voldemort and his death eaters walked up to black marble stairs to the top; at the top stood two white statues sitting on what appeared to be a throne.
"Magnificent." He said coldly and he saw some of his death eaters' shudder at the sound of his voice. He walked up to the woman who sat upon the throne, staring straight ahead. He ran a paper white hand that rivaled the statues coloring, down her smooth face. He saw a blue vein appear underneath the white immobile skin. He smirked. He once again cut his palm open and let the blood drip on her lips, and into her slightly open mouth.
Soon her white stone lips turned a light pink. Her body soon turned from white stone, to smooth caramel skin. Her wavy black hair fell to her waist and glistened in the torchlight. Her white Egyptian skirt was short, coming up to just above her knees, and was of the finest Egyptian cloth. The skirt sat low on hips was tight fitting, and had a gold trim along the top.
Her top, which strangely resembled a modern day bikini top, was made of the same material and also had the same gold trimming on it. It tied once around her neck which gold colored strings and under her shoulder blades with the same gold colored strings. The top half of her hair was twisted back into a low pony tail with gold strings entwined in her hair, indicating that she was royalty. The bottom half of her hair was left to flow down her back in gentle wave.
Around her neck were the most impressive jewels Voldemort had ever seen. Her necklace was made of pure gold, and hung loosely around her neck. In the middle was a golden pentagram that had diamonds embedded in it; it symbolized someone of high status in the vampiric world.
Around her ankles and wrists dangled many gold bands, each having a different design carved into them. Slowly she opened her eyes and Voldemort and his followers were startled; there were highly unusual. Her eyes were of the purest gold. Even though their color usually meant warmth and caring, these golden orbs emitted cold and detachment.
There was no emotion was so ever held in those golden eyes. She stood with a grace that would put water to shame, and stared Voldemort in the eye. Gaze never faltering; she spoke in a low seductive voice.
"I would like to know the name of the one who restored by body." Her Egyptian origins her prominent in her voice, making her if possible even more seductive. Voldemort stared at her as well, admiring her beauty. He was captivated to say the least.
"I am lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard to ever grace the wizarding world." He spoke his cold voice full of arrogance. Her eyes still held no emotion as she stared at him barely blinking.
"It is a pleasure to meet you lord Voldemort, I am the queen of shadows; Amunet Keket." She said coldly. The shadows about the room seemed to dance in delight at her announcing of her title. She smiled slightly but said nothing.
"Come. I have many things to show you." he spoke to her inclining his head to her status. He held out his pale hand to her and she placed her small delicate one in his. "Don't let go of my hand." He said to her. She nodded her head and he disappearated (sp?) to his castle in the Australian country side.
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Draco held asyah's hand as her breathing became shallow. Her skin was pale and sweat coated her forehead. She looked very sick and Draco was worried; how could a person go from perfectly healthy to deathly ill in a matter of minutes?
Draco rubbed his thumb over the back of asyah's hand; soon the door the opened and professor Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall came in.
"What's wrong with her?" Draco asked with concern in his deep voice. Professor Dumbledore sighed heavily.
"Mr. Malfoy, I am afraid we have to inform you of a few things concerning Ms. Granger…" he said gravely.
"Things like what?" he said narrowing his silver eyes at the old headmaster.
"Certain things like, there is a prophecy written about Ms. Granger." Draco was about to open his mouth to speak when the headmaster held up his hand silencing him. "She is to bear the dark lord's child; his heir. So far this has not happened as of yet, but fear it will be done soon. For as you know no prophecy can be stopped once it has already began." He spoke gravely. However he was not done.
"Also I believe that asyah is the reincarnation of Layla; the woman who defeated Amunet 546 years ago." Dumbledore paused to let this information sink in; he hadn't shared this part with his fellow colleagues.
"Asyah know is in a deep sleep. In this dream world much like the real world, she will have to face all problems that she didn't want to face before. She must go into this battle with no shadows of her past lingering in her mind, or Amunet will use them against her. She will wake when she has defeated all of the evil in her past and present that keeps her bound to eternal pain and misery." He said looking down at the pale girl lying on the white bed in front of him.
"And how long will it take her to do this?" professor McGonagall asked, turning to Albus.
"I don't know. It is up to her." He said before nodding his head at Draco to signify his dismissal. Draco nodded back at the headmaster, his heart heavy. On his way out Snape clutched his shoulder and told him silently not to give up hope, and he nodded. He swept of the hospital wing followed by professor McGonagall.
Draco crawled into the bed beside his girlfriend and closed his eyes. He felt sleep wash over him, and he hope that asyah would make it through this in one piece, but something was telling him she would not be the same person that he fell in love with.
A/n: So whadda think? I worked hard in this chapter so you better like it! Anywho, I know I got a little queen of the damny at the rise of Amunet, but I couldn't think of anything else! pouts Please review!