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Awakening

Falling…………

He was continuously falling through water. It seemed to go on forever. He could feel the pull of the ice cold water as it dragged him further and further into deep. As he descended, the crystal blue water faded into darker tones as less and less light was able to reach him. He was desperate to do something he yearned to fight back, to resist the force that was dragging him down. He struggled to brake free with all his might, but the unknown force fought back just as hard, keeping him locked in his decent into the darkness. As his body started to give in from lack of oxygen, he turned to see the last of the fading light through the water before accepting his fate…

Suddenly the pressure of the water was lifted. His green snapped eyes opened, but dazed and dizzy from the lack of oxygen he could only make out a blur green and grey. Slowly an image materialised, impossible though it may be he knew where he was.

"Hogwarts…?"

His stared in disbelieve at his new surroundings. The water had vanished, leaving him standing in the grounds of Hogwarts. How could he suddenly be here? He thought to himself. Regardless of how he had come to be here, It lifted his spirit to see the familiar environment. He stared at his surrounding grounds and felt a small flame of hope begin to burn within him as he glanced over the many rooftops and battlements that made up the wonderful castle called home.

But he still couldn't work out how he had been able escaped drowning so suddenly, and what's more how he ended up at Hogwarts. But there was something different about the castle. Hogwarts was the first place he actually felt like he fit in, but something seemed to be different about the place. He couldn't quite place it, but it was almost as if although he belonged here, but nothing else did. The castle was exactly identical to Hogwarts, right down to the last infinite detail and yet he just couldn't believe that he was home. The castle stood silent and motionless, no sound of its many residents could be detected. It seemed to be completely devoid of life.

His doubts vanished however when he turned to see one of his closest friends, Ron, standing waist deep in the great lake. Ron hadn't noticed him as he was standing with is back to him, staring out over the water to the horizon. Harry smiled happily at this latest development relived to see a friendly face among what has up till now been a very confusing day. He ran towards him shouting to get his attention, but strangely getting no response. As he got closer to him, he suddenly realised that his feet were still dry, yet he should have reached the water by now. He looked down in shocked bewilderment to see the last of the water receding away form him and past Ron, who seemed not to have noticed or simply didn't care. Ron, now standing on the exposed sand bed, turned to face him as the water some 200 feet behind him reared up to form a towering tidal wave. As the enormous wave raced towards him, Ron turned calmly to Harry reached out his hand offering it to Harry.

Harry gapped at Ron. He began to frantically shout at him telling him to run, but he either didn't hear him or he didn't listen as he just stood there holding out his hand for him to take. Harry sprinted the towards him, hoping to reach him before the wave did, but just as he reached out to grab his hand the wave broke and came crashing down on top of them. Harry was thrown backwards falling head over heals as the water pushed him back with tremendous force. He winced in pain as he finally stopped spinning and looked up seeing Ron standing completely unaffected by the water with one hand still held out for him to take. Harry fought against the currents trying to reach his friend but the closer he got the harder the water resisted him. When he was just a few feet away from Ron the current suddenly surged sending him flying backwards. Harry could only watch as the image of his friend faded into the water.

He wondered what was happening to him and why Ron wasn't helping him. The same the burning sensation in his lungs that he had experienced at the end of the second event of the Triwizard Tournament began to overtake him. He knew that he didn't have much time left before he lost consciousness. As everything began to go dark. His final thought were if the was how he was going to die. Suddenly, the pressure from the water that was crushing him seconds before lifted and next thing he knew he had broken the surface and was taking in deep gulps of air. He looked around quickly for any sign of Ron, but he was nowhere to be found. Whilst he was searching, he heard someone shouting his name. He looked towards the edge of the lake, squinted through the blur of his burning eyes to see a figure standing on the shoreline a few hundred feet away weaving at him.

"Hermione" he shouted back weakly, and began to swim towards her, as fast as is exhausted body would allow.

He reached the shore and pulled him self out of the water, to stand in front of his other best friend. He was about to tell her about Ron when something behind Harry caught Hermione's attention causing her to stair open mouthed in to the air. He followed her gaze and turned to watched as something fell form the sky at great speed. He focussed on the falling object and gasped as he recognised his own body with unmistakable wild black hair and wire rimmed glasses. He turned to ask a still open mouthed Hermione what was happening when he suddenly he lurched backwards falling strait through the floor, as if it had been removed.

He shouted out in panic and watched as Hermione looked down at him in horror through the now transparent floor as he fell, before her image rippled away as if it had only been a reflection on water. Harry now found himself falling through same cloudy sky that he the other version of himself had fallen through a few seconds ago. He fell further and further at an ever-increasing speed, until he once again felt himself falling through water. He felt himself being dragged downwards in a fast spiral, the water getting darker and darker until it seemed to have vanished, and he was left falling through a black abyss. Eventual he felt himself land on something firm yet invisible.

He opened his eyes and stared at his new surroundings. There was nothing at all to be seen, only endless darkness in all directions. He waited, holding his breath for something to happen. When nothing happened he stepped forward gingerly hoping to find more invisible ground, not wanting to find himself falling again. As soon as his foot touched the ground, he was forced to leap backwards when the dark floor that he was standing on illuminated its self without warning. He shielded his eyes from the now brilliant white light, until it shattered like glass into thousands of pieces. Each piece turning into a white dove and flying away into the darkness leaving Harry standing at the edge of a large circular stained glass platform. He looked down in surprise at the platform to see that it depicted a boy of around 16, around Harry's age. He had spiky brown hair, blue eyes, wore black cloths and held a sword that look an awful lot like an oversized key. There were also portraits of four other people, a boy, a girl and to creatures that looked like a duck and some sort of dog. Harry got the impression that together they told some sort of story, but didn't get long to contemplate its meaning as from somewhere in the darkness came a deep, slow mysterious voice.

"So much to do, so little time…"

Harry whirled around. No one was there. He was one his own. He reached into his right pocket for his wand but found that it wasn't there. He wasn't surprised that it was gone, he'd been through a lot of strange events today and anyone could have caused him to lose his wand. The voice spoke again, its gentle tone reassuring him a little, it didn't sound like it meant him harm at least.

"Take your time. Don't be afraid … The door is still shut."

Harry rolled his eyes in confusion, "what door?" He asked the voice but got no answer.

"Now, step forward. Can you do it"

This really confused Harry, of course he could. But when went to move, he was suddenly filled with doubtful thoughts completely alien to him. He began to feel as if the darkness had condensed and warped it's self himself around him, rooting him to the spot. He went to move only to have some voice at the back of his mind telling him to stay still. The more he tried to walk forwards, the louder the voice became to the point that it was screaming at him not to move. It was a great deal like trying to fight Imperious curse, only no feeling of complete serenity. With a final burst of will, Harry stepped forwards and the voice inside is head immediately fell silent, the feeling of doubt vanishing. Feeling him self return to normal, he stepped forward to explore the platform. He stopped as a beam of light hit the middle of the platform and the Mysterious Voice spoke once more.

"A secret power lays hidden within you,"

As the mysterious voice spoke him as a grey stone pedestal appeared to the side of him. On the pedestal was a large black metal shield with a red boarder and red logo of three circles, two of which were smaller then the third making them look like ears.

"If you help to give it form…"

Another pedestal appeared this time holding a staff like weapon with the three-circle logo attached to the top of it in a sky blue colour.

"It will give you strength."

A third and final pedestal appeared in front of him, this time baring a shining silver sword with the three-circle logo printed on its golden hilt.

"Choose well."

He paused and looked at the weapons in front of him. He stepped up to the staff and carefully lifted it off the pedestal. As his hands gripped the staff he instantly felt something inside him strengthen and grow stronger. He was so lost in the feeling that he almost dropped the staff as the Mysterious Voice spoke once more.

"The power of the mystic. Inner strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you seek?"

He put the staff back down on the pedestal. As it left his hands, the feeling of power that it had given him quickly faded. He liked the idea of having 'inner strength' but the idea of having the 'power of the mystic' didn't interest him. He already had his magic so he didn't need any more. Plus it sounded too much like divination for his liking. Next, he went to the shield. Again, he felt an energy surge through him and strengthening a different part of his body.

"The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you seek?"

Again he put back the shield. Harry liked the shield far better then the staff. He liked the idea of the shield being able to 'repel all', but he knew that when he faced Voldemort, he didn't just want to defend, he wanted to be able to fight back. A Shield didn't seem likely to be able to do that very well. He walked up to the third pedestal and grinned as he felt a third energy surge through him as he picked up the sword.

"The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction. Is this the power you seek?"

This was definitely to his liking. He felt that when he faced Voldemort, this power would definitely give him an advantage. He looked down at the sword and then back at the other two weapons. A small part of him still wanted the shield, its defensive capability would definitely be useful, but he knew that it was the sword that he wanted most. He didn't really want the staff nor needed it for that matter, reminding him self that he already had a wand that he could perform magic with. There would simply be no need for him to choose the staff. He looked up and nodded to where he thought the voice came from. The sword shattered and disappeared from his hands in a flash of light. But unlike before when he put one of the weapons down, he could still fell it's power within him.

"Your path is set. Now, what will you give up in exchange?"

He frowned. Give up in exchange? He had to give one of the weapons up? The voice had not said anything about that. However, this time he wasn't facing a hard decision. He still liked the shield and the staff wouldn't make that much of a difference. Even if his magic power did drop a little it would not make it worth surrendering the shield. He sighed heavily as he made his decision and picked up the staff and listened to the mysterious voice remind him of the power that the staff had to offer.

"The power of the mystic. Inner strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. You give up this power?"

He nodded and watched as the staff disappeared in the same way as the sword had, but this time getting none off its strength.

"You have chosen the power of the warrior. You've given up the power of the mystic. Is this the form you choose?"

He nodded. Seconds latter he was forced to jump back as the pedestals suddenly collapsed and sank into the platform with flashes of light. The platform shuddered underneath his feet before it shattered in to thousands of pieces. Once again he was falling through the darkness. He had adjusted to the feeling now so it didn't bother him as much. Besides, the mysterious voice had gone to a lot of trouble to get him here, so he thought it unlikely that it would just let him die. At least he hoped so.

His feet landed hard as he hit another platform that held an image of thirteen men or women standing in front of a large white castle. It was hard to tell if they were men or women as they all wore identical long black coats with hoods that hid there faces completely, so no part any of them could actually bee seen. He gasped as a flash of light appeared and his sword materialised in his hand. He stared at it as the Mysterious Voice spoke above him.

"You've gained the power to fight."

Harry grinned. He liked the sound of that. He slashed the air the sword, like in the films Dudley would watch. He was surprised at how natural it felt to him. He studied his new sword. It reminded him of the time in his second year when he used the Gryffindor sword to kill the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. The two swords did look somewhat similar, with their long silver blades and golden handles. He was brought back to the present when the voice spoke to him once more.

"All right! You've got it!"

It cheered him, obviously pleased that he knew the basic's of using a sword.

"Use this power to protect yourself and others."

It advised him wisely. He nodded, smiling at his own accomplishments. Then something stopped him cold, when he caught a sudden movement in the corner of his eye. He turned and stared open mouthed as he saw what he could only describe as a small moving shadow that looked like a mutated black house-elf, with less defined features and two long antennas.

"There will be times you have to fight."

The Voice warned. Harry's dismay turned to fear as the strange shadow lifted its self up from the ground and twitched violently as it's head snapped up to face him. He shivered in fear as it's bright yellow eyes made contact with his own and two more shadows appeared beside it out of nowhere. Harry stepped backwards as they continued to twitch and slowly advanced towards him. He was thinking of running as fast as possible, when the mysterious voice spoke to him again.

"Keep your light burning strong."

One of the creatures near him jumped at him with the intention of tearing in to him with its sharp clawed hand. Encouraged by the mysterious voice, Harry raised his sword and brought it crashing down onto the shadow creature at the last moment. The creature evaporation when the sword made contact leaving a black vapour that hung in the air for a few seconds. The other two watched their comrade fall. They twitched again and turned their attention back to Harry. He jumped back as one tried to slash his arm with its claws while the other went for his head. With a quick action of the wrist, both met a similar fate to their comrade. Harry made a mental note to ask Hagrid about these shadow creatures when he got back to the real Hogwarts.

He smiled in triumph, but groaned as he turned to see a fourth creature standing in the middle of the platform. He eyed it wearily for a second before he tightened his grip on his sword and walked towards it. He stopped within striking distance of the creature when it suddenly dissolved back into the ground forming a hole in the platform, a hole that was quickly growing. He stumbled backwards as more gaping black holes appeared in the platform. This proved to be a mistake as he was soon trapped in one of the holes that had opened up behind him. He struggled while a dark purple smoke like energy attempted to drag him under. Harry panicked and struggled against the darkness until he opened his eyes seeing that the darkness had disappeared and he was now laying on yet another platform.

He got back up to his feet and looked around, noticing an image of a man of wearing a black clock like the ones on the last platform. In this case his hood was pulled down, revealing boy of around his age maybe a little older. This boy had long silver hair and for some reason he wore a black piece of fabric as a blindfold. He was tall and intimidating, brandishing a sword that looked a lot like a wing. Harry now turned his attention to his surroundings. In the middle of the platform there was a door that stood directly opposite to him. He walked towards it but stopped in front of it as he noticed that it was nearly completely transparent. He raised a hand and tried to pull the handle on the door, hoping that it was just a magic trick played on muggles, but his hand went straight through it, causing him to grown in frustration.

"How am I supposed to open this?" Harry asked, more to him self then to anyone, not that there was anyone to ask apart from the mysterious voice that is, but that seemed to be keeping quiet right now. Then, as if someone had read his mind, there was a loud thump behind him. He turned, sword raised in case it was another creature, but instead he was relived as he saw that a chest had appeared at the other end of the platform. He approached it apprehensively and opened it. As he did a flash of light was emitted from within the chest, before the chest and the light vanished. He turned to look at the door transparent door, to see it materialised before his eyes. He quickly dashed over to open it with a pull on one of the metal handles, it was but he could manage. Bright light flooded out through the doorway, making him wince and forcing him turn his head away to shield his eyes as stepped into the blinding light.

He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light, which faded to allow his eyes to focus and take in the familiar surroundings of the Gryffindor common room. Once again it was a perfect recreation, but Harry got the feeling that it wasn't the real Gryffindor common room. He glanced around the room as he looked over all of the tables and tapestries littering the room and smiled as he saw two of his dorm mates, Dean and Seamus, come down the stairs that lead to the dormitories. He also noticed Ginny, Ron's little sister, walking down behind them.

"Hold on,"

Harry jumped as the Mysterious Voice returned.

"The door won't open just yet. First, tell me more about yourself."

After the voice had stooped speaking, Dean stepped forward. "What are you afraid of?" he asked.

This question caught Harry off guard, especially coming from Dean. He frowned as he thought about what he could say. He thought about his fear of Dementors or Voldemort, but he didn't think that was the type of answer Dean was looking for. He thought back to all the times he was scared and what made him so. It seamed that most of the times when he was scared it had something to do with the feared being rejected by his friends or someone else.

"Being rejected." He answered truthfully.

"Being rejected? Is that really that scary?" Dean asked in return, before Seamus stepped forwards and took his place.

"What do you want out of life?" he asked.

What did he want out of life? He wanted many things. The main one being that he was never famous and that his parents were still alive but again that wasn't the answer he thought that Seamus was looking for. He stared into the fire while he mauled over the many possible answers. Then it came to him. He had said it so many times that heed lost count. "I want to live a normal life." He replied.

Seamus smiled. "To live a normal life, huh?" Then Ginny then stepped forward to take his place.

"What's most important to you?" she asked softly.

What was the most important thing to him? He grinned as memories of all the times Ron and Hermione stuck by him and helped him when he went off on one of his many dangerous adventures. His smiled as he answered. "Friendship."

Ginny grinned back. "Is friendship such a big deal?" She said mysteriously before stepping back. The Mysterious Voice returned, reminding Harry of his answers.

"You are afraid of being rejected… you want to lead a normal life… you want friendship… Your adventure begins at midday. Keep a steady pace and you'll come through fine… The day you will open the door is both far off and very near."

As the mysterious voice fell silent the common room, along with his friends, Dean, Seamus and Ginny, disappeared in a blinding light leaving him standing on another platform. This time the platform showed a man with long silver hair holding what looked lie two swords made of lasers, one in each hand. He was wearing a clock like all the rest, but this time it was a swirl of black and white. He looked to be fighting fiercely with the boy from the first platform and somebody else who he didn't recognise.

Another light beamed down from above on the other side of the platform. Harry slowly walked towards it but stopped when an odd scratching sound reached his ears. He turned and gulped as more shadow creatures surrounded him. He grasped the sword hilt tightly once again and waited for one of them to make a move. One of them suddenly lunged at him, but Harry avoided it by jumping to the side and bringing his sword up in time to cleave it in half. The other two creatures jumped at him together in retaliation. Leaping forwards and spinning round, Harry was able to cut a large ark with his sword, dispatching them both in mid air.

Three of the creatures suddenly jumped at him from behind, catching Harry of guard. He was stumbled forwards when one of the creature's razor sharp claws made contact with the soft skin on his back, leaving three deep parallel slits. He gasped in pain but quickly overcame it and spun around to face his attackers. He jumped back to avoid another strike, before swinging his sword forcefully, destroying shadows in three swift slices. Another one appeared from off to his side, but was quickly stopped when Harry's blade ran clean through its chest. It was defeated, but immediately more of the shadows raised them selves from the floor, Harry quickly found himself surrounded once more. He charged forwards, sword held above his head, before bringing it crashing down on the closest creature with a thud as it hit the floor. He spun around just in time to hit two in mid air before they were able to tare in to him. He jumped back to see three landing where he stood only seconds before, their claws hitting the platform hard. He lunged at them making a large sweeping cut, taking them all out before they had had chance to react.

Harry gripped hard at the hilt of his sword, searching for any signs of another attacker. When none came, he aloud him self to relax. He felt his back to feel the damage the claws had inflicted. His fingers were met with a thick, sticky liquid, that told harry the creature had got him good. He frowned at the thought of another scar, and about how he would explain it. At least unlike the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, he would be able to hide this one easily enough. He also began to notice a fair few other cuts and slits that he'd received in the fight, but none of them were that serious, and probably wouldn't scar.

While he was still determining the extent of the damage, another beam of light fell down onto the platform and a yellow and green glowing circle appeared, as the beam of light faded. He walked up to and circle inspected it carefully. He waved his sword over the edge of the circle, when nothing happened he bravely stepped inside. He took a sharp breath as he felt a strange energy surge up through him. He felt a sight tingling in his back, when he felt it he found that the slits had complete healed, he couldn't even feel a scar. He also noticed that the cuts on his hands were healed, even the spilt blood had vanished. Not only that, but he could feel his exhaustion ebbing away. Fully heeled and recharged he stepped back out onto the platform and turned to admire the wonderful entity. He watched the circle of light, wondering what kind of magic it contained, obviously it was powerful healing magic but he had never heard of anything like it before. He was suddenly surprised to see that it started to move towards the edge of the platform. As it fell over the edge it disappeared, only to be replaced by a set of multicoloured steppes leading to a new platform.

He walked carefully up the steps, not wanting to fall, and found himself studying the image on a new platform. This time it showed a battle between, two figures. One of them was an unusually tall man, not Hagrid tall but still a formidable size. He had long silver hair, a black leather coat with large silver shoulder guards. More noticeable though was the fact that he had an extremely long silver sword, which looked to long for anyone to ever use, and on top of that he had a single black feathered wing protruding from right shoulder. The man locked swords with another man dressed all in black. Compared to the other he looked relatively normal. He was off average height and build and had short spiky blond hair, although his eyes gave of a strange glow. He did however wield a sword that defied logic. It wasn't as long as the other man's but it was much wider and looked to be made up of many smaller swords intricately slotted together. It looked far to heavy to be used, but this man seemed to use it effortlessly.

A new beam of light shined down at the edge of the platform. Harry looked at it expectantly, waiting for something to happen and as expected the mysterious voice spoke up.

"The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes."

Harry looked at his shadow, but it looked the same as ever. He walked up to the light, but still nothing happened. He looked at it shadow again, but nothing had changed. Except that it had grown longer, in fact it was still growing despite the fact that Harry had stopped moving. He looked on in horror as his shadow continued to grow, until it reached all the way to the far side of the platform. It to turned to face him, then without warning it started to lift itself up like the other shadow creatures did. As it did so it also began to change shape. It no longer looked like Harry. It grew long black sharp clawed hands and sprouted small featherless wings from its back. Its eyes began to shine with the same unnatural yellow glow and its hair began to grow into large tentacle like strands, some rapping themselves around its face so that only it's eyes remained clearly visible.

"But don't be afraid."

The Mysterious Voice tried to calm him as the shadow started to grow tall thick muscled legs and arms. Harry simply watched in horror as the giant shadow drew it's self up to his full height and stared down at him. Harry couldn't help it, despite what the voice said he was terrified. He couldn't fight it. How could the voice expect him to fight this thing when he only just been able to fight off other shadows and they were tiny in comparison to this giant's monstrous size! He felt its shinning yellow eyes poor deep into his own green ones before he turned and ran for his life. He didn't get very far as he was forced to stop when he nearly ran off the edge of the platform. He looked around desperately for the bridge so he could escape back to the other platforms, but there was no sign of it. He turned pail as he realised that he had to fight this nightmarish creature.

"And don't forget…"

The Voice warned him as the creature took a step forward, shaking the platform slightly when his foot hit with its colossal weight behind it. Harry raised his sword into an attacking stance, his sword trembling slightly as he prepared himself for the fight of his life. The monster just stood there looming over him threateningly, looking down at him. Harry gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, weighting for it to make its first move. Harry glared at the monster trying to mask his fear, but it just stood there for what felt like an eternity but must only have been a few seconds. Eventually it broke the deadlock, and prepared its first attack.

The monster flexed its long clawed fingers before it clenched them tightly in a fist, forming a small swirling black and purple ball of energy. It drew back it's first for maximum force, before it slamming it into the ground, causing Harry to dive quickly to one side. Harry recovered to see a large swirling mass of dark energy covering the platform with the monsters huge fist stuck in the middle of it. With no better plan, he charged madly forward and began a rapid barrage of slashes on the giant's arm, forcing every last ounce of strength he could find into to each blow. Its arm flinched under the strain of such a heavy assault, until the dark energy underneath his feet disappeared and the monster lifted its battered arm out of his reach. Harry paused momentarily hoping that this was the end. The monster collapsed to its knees obviously in a lot pain. Harry's eyes widened as a new larger ball of purple energy suddenly appeared above the heart shaped hole in its torso. It began to spit out small balls of energy towards him. He jumped and dived out of the way but the energy blasts follow him, and just kept coming.

Harry found harder and harder to dodge the blasts as more and more zoomed towards him. Then quite by chance, he hit one with his sword sending it rocketing towards giant's head, causing it to bring it's hand over it's eyes to protect them. Without hesitation Harry began to bat as many of the energy balls as he could back towards the monster. It tried to block them, but enough made it through to bring it back down to its knees. Sensing an opportunity to end the fight, Harry charged at the creature. He leapt up on to one of its arms, running all the way up to its shoulder before jumping of at its head. With a cry of rage, Harry slammed his sword down onto the creature's face, cutting a deep fissure from above its eye to below its mouth. The creature howled in pain before it collapsed. Harry landed and smiled in triumph as he saw the creature fall on to the hard floor, which caused it to shake under the strain of the impact. He felt his heart race as the adrenaline-fuelled body shock with joy and pride over what he had accomplished. But this joyous feeling faded fast when the creature started to move again.

Harry jumped back in shock. This wasn't good, he was already exhausted and wouldn't be able to fight for much longer. He gasped as the monster drew back up to its full height, towering over him. To his further horror, he felt his sword disappear from his hand. Harry backed away in fear, the monster just stood their looking at him, it's cold glare penetrating down into Harry's soul. Though it showed no emotion, Harry could tell it was smirking at him. Suddenly he felt his foot sink a little through the platform. Looking down he saw that a swirling circle of darkness had formed beneath him, which he had begun to sink through. Unlike the last time, this hole had tentacles of dark purple smoke like energy that it raped around him, pulling him down into the darkness.

"But don't be afraid."

The Mysterious Voice urged him, as the dark swirling portal dragged his feet and legs down into its dark abyss.

"You have the mightiest weapon of all."

The monster simply watched Harry struggle wildly, as he sank deeper and deeper. He twisted and turned, desperately trying to find something that he could use to pull him out but his hands were soon covered and swallowed by dark hole.

"So don't forget"

He managed to turn around as the darkness crawled up and around his neck and pulled his head down, all but swallowing him. Just as the last of his head was about to be plunged into darkness, the voice spoke for one final time.

"You are the other that will open the door."

AN// First Fic, first chapter. What do you think?????? Before I forget, later on when I start world hopping, I'm probably going to run out of ideas of worlds to visit. Ive sorted out the ones that are key to the story line, but any recommendations for filler words are welcome. Just drop any ideas in a review. By the was I only got C's for English so my writing is not going to spelling and grammar perfect, but if you've read everything so far you've probably guessed that.