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CHAPTER ONE! DON'T READ UNLESS YOU'VE READ HP BOOK7! |
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Chapter One: The Iridescent Solar Eclipse
A woman was sitting in a large, black velvet, throne-like chair in front of a fireplace cackling with emerald flames. The emotion flaring behind her deep brown eyes could be nothing short of hatred and those who stood in her wake had been seeing it for years. The woman tossed her long, heavily braided, midnight black hair over one shoulder and stood making the three men behind her shudder and cower even though her slender form was obviously smaller with much less muscle then these men.
One of the men stepped forward and bowed low to the ground holding his arm out to her showing what had once been the heavily feared Dark Mark. She glared at him and stepped on it with her stiletto heeled boots leaving a deep imprint of it in his already scared arm. He cried out feeling the metal in her heel hit the bones in his wrist and had the very natural urge to run but could do nothing of the sort. She paused, smiling at his scream like an old friend before turning back to her chair and clicking her heel feet over to it as to sit down.
Another of the men pushed it forward for her to sit down on, “M-my q-queen are you s-still an-angry with us?” The man, though older than the woman and the man on the floor, had a very soft voice and it was sort of sluggish as though he had just woken up even though he was scared out of his mind, “We—we tried! W-we really did!”
“Enough Crabbe!” The woman said just loud enough for it to be considered rude in a normal conversation, though this was sadly not one, “She flicked her wand over her shoulder and though all three men flinched at it all the wand had did was turned on the radio to some rather fast and angry-seeming violin music, “I thought I had told you: no more mistakes. I did, did I not?”
“Y-yes m-ma’am you d-did.” The man called Crabbe said back not stepping away from where he was, “B-but the ch-children see-seem to be more p-powerful th-than we th-thought!” he was crying now trying to cover up for himself and his partners.
The woman they called their queen seemed to get angrier at this, “They are only children my dear Vincent.” She had gotten a sweet tone into her voice, something she had picked up from her new favorite, “And you are a fully grown wizard.”
“B-but M-my queen—Artemis—I beg you!” Crabbe had finally gotten to the point where stuttering was no longer a problem because it had moved down to shaking his entire body, “They’re strong! Like their father was!”
“Their father was nothing more than a mediocre seventeen year old wizard with both a chance for luck and for better skilled friends when he did what he did. I’m surprised you do not remember that, Crabbe, after he saved your friends and not you.” Artemis said with, although she said it with extreme distaste, not a fraction of anger showing, “And yet even the most important things my father learned were from a traitor.”
“Our late lord was a great wizard though.” The last man stated his voice low and his head hanged low in the memory of the man who had ruled over them last.
“My father was no great wizard!” Artemis finally snapped at them in brisk, cut from glacier, icey tones, “He was a blundering idiot who searched blindly for power, found it but not in a form he could possess, and died because the power he found had been the luck of a godforsaken creature by the name of Harry—James—Potter!” With each of the last three words she killed the three men then raised a toast to the nearly complete solar eclipse outside her room and down the blood red liquid to the vibrant colors that shown there dying.
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Back in a cottage in Godric’s Hollow a young boy shot awake in his bed and sat straight up. He breathed in the scent he knew as home for a few seconds in the total darkness with the only noise being the deep gulps of air he kept swallowing trying to calm himself down. He reached over to his bed stand where he kept his glasses and shoved them onto his face. He blinked his emerald eyes a few times to make sure he was seeing alright and that nothing awaited him in the darkness before creeping across the hall to his elder brother’s room, “James!” he whispered as he reached his sibling’s bed, “James! Jamie!” he glared and punched his sibling in the shoulder which got responded with the slightly older boy sitting up to glare at him.
“Whad’ya want its like,” James looked at his watch, “Al, Its freakin’ 1 o’clock in the morning. What in the bloody name of Merlin’s saggy left—”
“I had a nightmare and you wouldn’t wake up I had to hit you.” The boy said quickly, “I didn’t want to tell dad. You know how worried he got the first time I told him I had a bad dream.”
“Yeah, he made you stay awake with him all night and practically truth-serumed you into telling him everything in it. And then Mum made sure we could remember everything we’d done and hadn’t come into contact with anything strange.” James paused then patted the space on the bed next to him for his brother to join, “Well, my dear brother Albus, tell me all about it?”
Albus launched into a full description of the dream like he had been forced to with his father before James could stop him and unbeknownst to them their father was listening from behind the door. Their father took off his own glasses and rubbed them clean on his nightshirt not bothering to use magic on them then once they were clean he started rubbing his temples before walking back into the room his wife was sitting in.
The red-headed woman sitting on the bed looked worriedly up into her husband’s face, “Harry? Are the boys awake?”
“Yes Ginny, they are.” Harry trailed off before setting his glasses on his side table and slipping into the bed allowing her to start working out the tension in his shoulders, “Albus has had another nightmare.”
All at once Ginny froze and looked at Harry as if he had said he was some creature from another planet, “is it…?”
“Not Voldemort from his description but She seems to be like him from what I heard. I think we over killed it with Albus’s last dream, they don’t think they should tell us.” Harry paused staring off into space almost as though he could see through his wall into his son’s room, “Ginny…He’s seeing people killed while he sleeps. What he said…that night….the night I got rid of Voldemort…Crabbe was still alive when we left him in the flaming room of requirement. I don’t know how he got out…we were all certain he was dead…even Draco Malfoy thought he was…”
“It’s alright Harry. Maybe this was the way things were supposed to turn out. Besides, we’re sending him to Hogwarts soon its not ten days away. We can’t be babying him when we get to the train.”
“I know but if this turns out to be something like what I got into, Ginny I can’t have that happen to any of our children! It would be like…” Harry couldn’t finish his sentence as a little red-haired girl had just knocked on their door and as soon as their attention was caught, crawled into bed with them. Harry smiled at his nine-year-old daughter and scooped her up into a bear-hug while she screamed in protest and delight. Harry chuckled and let Ginny have her chance with her daughter then glared playfully at his daughter, “Why, Lily Dora Potter, are you out of bed in the middle of the night?”
“I couldn’t sleep ‘cause I was excited ‘bout the eclipse today! It was so pretty daddy! Did you see it?” Lily said excitedly.
“Yes I did. It was so pretty I was sure my daughter created it.” Harry smiled and Lily giggled before crawling back into her father’s lap, “I don’t know how I did it daddy.” She mumbled already tired with lack of sleep, “but it was pretty cool…”
Harry felt her go limp in his lap and when he looked down she was fast asleep, “Why is it she always falls asleep when I’m around?” He asked Ginny.
“I have no idea but you better not go off and get yourself killed or she won’t sleep ever again.” Ginny said back quite sternly.
“Yeah, yeah I understand.” Harry rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and laid back in bed having his daughter against his chest and stroking her hair, “I just hope Albus isn’t having what I think he’s having.”
“It can’t be what you used to have Harry; he doesn’t have any connection to this woman. Maybe it’s just a nightmare?” Ginny tried to reason with him as she lay back as well.
“It can’t just be a nightmare Ginny. How else would he know the name Crabbe? Vincent Crabbe?” Harry looked towards James’s room and wished he had one of George’s Extendable Ears, “But you’re right, he doesn’t have any connection with this woman, so how does he know this is happening?”
“Maybe he’s seeing it?” Ginny suggested hesitantly watching Harry’s face all the while, “You know, like an actual Seer?”
Harry made a noise similar to ‘harrumph’ and turned slightly not wanting to listen to the thought of what his son could be. It scared him slightly which Ginny seemed to realize before turning to click out the light.
Back in his room James was holding his younger brother close wondering what that dream could have meant. He seen the light go out in their parent’s room and shifted slightly, “Al, they’re going back to sleep. Why don’t you just sleep in here so you don’t wake them up again?”
Albus nodded into his elder brother’s chest and curled up against him then started drifting off into the sweet oblivion of sleep, “why do you think they’re so worried?”
James barely made out the sleepy mumble, “Maybe they think it’ll start another war like the one they had before we were born?”
“M-m-maybe.” Albus got out with a sleepy yawn before finally slipping off into dream land. James stayed awake for a little while longer until he was sure everyone in the house was asleep before slipping away and going into his father’s private study and picking up a little black journal that he knew the permanent hiding place of.
James started flipping through it and got towards the end and read allowed to himself in a whisper, “I can’t really believe Hermione, Ron, and I saved Malfoy and Goyle. It’s hard to believe Crabbe got lost in those flames in the Room of Requirement. I wonder if you can even get back in there after all of them. If you can’t it’s a horrible loss for Hogwarts. Dumbledore had even used that room. I feel responsible once again.”
 Kasen_Kurama · Mon Jul 23, 2007 @ 07:24pm · 1 Comments |
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