Harry Potter Fanfiction- Chapter 1, Part 2
Continued
Harry shook with poorly disguised, silent remorse. Guiltily, he stole a glance at Hermione. He had never told her of the events that happened during his last night in the Room of Requirement. Voice cracking, he began his story:
He had been pacing the halls of the 7th floor corridor, asking for a room to be alone for a bit, where he could release his rage without harming anyone - out of the way of anyone who couldn’t understand his rage. ‘Which would be nobody!’ He added vehemently, but a pale set of doors that blended in with the castle walls had already appeared. Roughly pulling one open, he stormed into the room.
Throwing himself inside with all the dignity and grace of an irritated lion, he tore down the facade over his face that concealed his emotions. His eyes flashed with the violent snarl on his lips. The Room of Requirement quietly summoned a few pieces of elegant furnishing bidden by his unspoken desire to vent his anger. A lovely couch of dark leather adorned by elegant fastenings was quickly set to flames with a wandless Incendio. Hexes and curses flew from his mouth, all of which wandless, most of which wordless. Harry exploded several desks into tiny bits, set several things on fire, froze a few things before shattering them into smaller pieces, even levitated a king sized bed and threw it across the room, where it smashed into splintered pieces of wood. He never used the same spell twice, as a personal rule. When fighting Death Eaters, one had to be as varied and creative with the hexes as possible.
Harry’s fury faded and disappeared with the evidence of his rendezvous with the furniture. The splinters of wood and tufts of stuffing vanished without a trace. A moment later, a long couch appeared, but instead of destroying it, The Boy Who Lived fell into the deep cushions and curled onto his side, energy and magical resources effectively spent. In a similar situation in which he was currently in with ‘Mione, he let loose heartbreaking sobs of grief. He missed Sirius. He wanted the parents had never had, and would never get. He hurt for Cedric's unnecessary death. He repeatedly apologized to Cho, who wasn't even here. Harry cried for anyone and everyone who had lost someone in this merciless war, and for everyone who had risked their lives defending him, a helpless boy who stumbled into traps and bad situations because his lack of foresight and caution. He couldn’t believe how anyone would remain his friend, much less follow him into battle, after everything everyone had gone through to protect him.
A pair of warm, pale arms wrapped around him. He jumped slightly, but did not defend himself. What did it matter if it was an enemy anyway? He was a useless cause to this war. Eyes closed, Harry relinquished himself to whims of a complete stranger, feeling empty and broken. Normally, he would have defended himself, or identified the stranger, but today... He felt as if it didn’t matter. Much to his surprise, the cold tears of the stranger mingled with his own. Quiet and undisturbed, they released their pain together, uncaring if the other would judge or ridicule them in their moment of weakness.
Much later, Harry woke from a slumber he didn’t remember falling into. Groggily, he became aware of his surroundings. Pale arms were wrapped around his waist, firmly holding him to a hard body laying behind. He nearly jumped off of the couch he was lounging on in shock, but managed to contain himself, if only barely. The reason he was here, sleeping on a couch with someone whose identity was currently unknown in what appeared to be the Room of Requirement with the smell of smoke in the air and trails of salt on his cheeks slammed into him harder than a speeding broom. It would be a good idea to know the stranger who was made aware the secret inhibitions and self doubts of the famous Harry Potter, the Golden Boy Who Lived.
Harry braced himself for a nasty surprise- fate always found a way to screw him over- and tried to wring his hands in anxiety, finding them intertwined with someone else’s. He looked down. Slender fingers were knotted with his own, belonging to the man whose arms were around his waist. He thought it was a man, at least, the body on his back seemed to square and hard to be a female. Something shiny glinted at him, and Harry squinted to take another look, realizing that his glasses were crooked on his face. There was a ring was in the shape of a snake swallowing its own tail, with small emeralds dotting the snake’s eyes. Slytherin, then. Harry nearly groaned out loud. His eyes traveled along the pale limbs snaked around him. Hair covered the arm thickly, but was nearly unnoticeable due to its extremely pale nature. ‘A patriotic, pale haired slytherin... Oh!’
Draco Malfoy pulled Harry closer to him in his sleep. Harry nearly recoiled in shock. ‘Merlin’s beard, what deity have I royally pissed off this time?’ Once he woke, Malfoy would probably tell him all about how he could use this as blackmail and force something out of him. Or he wouldn’t even do that, he could just tell the entire Slytherin house that he caught Harry Potter bawling like a baby in the Room of Requirement. Harry could already feel the burn of stares of contempt into his back, and the humiliation that would follow.
The self-proclaimed future death eater muttered something in his sleep. Harry stopped his mental rant to listen, “bloody guilt complex... poor innocent chair... idiot Gryffindor...” The raven haired boy stopped for a moment and softened. Perhaps, this time, Malfoy wasn’t out to get him. ‘Malfoy didn’t say a word to me in... my moment of weakness - neither did he throw jibes, or make himself known to bask in my humiliation. ’ Harry had hardly been the only one crying, either. Malfoy had also witnessed the wide variety of spells that might be turned on him instead of innocent chairs if he dare cross Harry. He turned to gaze at the pale boy. Thin golden locks framed a face that had lost its usual sneer like a shining halo, accentuated by the pale skin,made somewhat rosy with the memory of tears.
Draco began to stir, eyes fluttering slightly. Quickly, Harry pretended to sleep, closing his eyes and washing his face of emotion while the other came to terms with his predicament in a similar way Harry had. He felt him tense for a long moment, then finally relax, clearly coming to the same conclusion.
Later, when they were both honestly awake, they talked. Apologies were exchanged, conclusions reached, and explanations spoken. Draco had simply been walking down the corridor, taking the long way from the Astronomy tower to the dungeons, when the Room of Requirement had simply appeared. He didn’t remember asking for anything, but curiosity, the git, had shoved him inside, only to find Harry Potter throwing hexes and curses like someone had stepped on his tail. Draco had run back to the door (not out of fear, just self preservation, of course) but it had vanished, trapping him inside. Harry didn’t even notice the presence, but luckily, most of the furniture ended up on the other half of the room. No hexes went Draco’s way, so neither did the other boy’s gaze. When The Boy Who Won’t Fucking Die stopped his tirade, and collapsed to the couch, the names murmured under cries of distress stopped him in his tracks. The heir to the Malfoy family and to Voldemort’s reign did something very unusual that day; he risked being cursed to comfort Harry Potter, his school and war rival.
END OF FLASHBACK
Harry’s tears slowed and eventually stopped. Hermione was looking at him as if he’d grown a second head and it had started singing Celestina Warbek’s latest album off key.
“Harry... you trusted that lout? How can you forget six years of torture and betrayal in one evening?” She actually looked worried for his safety.
“‘Mione, it wasn’t like I was telling him the secrets of the Light side or anything, it was just a tender moment. It wasn’t exactly my best day on the job, either.” He scowled.
“You need to be more careful,” She thought for a moment before continuing, “That’s why you’re so upset? He went back to his selfish, cockroach self even after you two came to a sort of truce?” He merely nodded. Voices from outside the door started to rise in protest. They were probably angry that they couldn’t enter their dorms yet. It had been a while, after all.
Hermione quickly turned to Harry and uttered a few quick cleaning spells. When she was satisfied that he looked presentable, she turned from his bed and canceled the hexes on the door.
“Finite Incantatem.” The girl strode from the dorm with confidence, and answered the boy’s bewildering looks with, “What? Haven’t had a quick shag before?” and sauntered off, leaving whoops in her wake. Harry was quickly bombarded by congratulations and slaps on the back. In truth, he was worried about he would say to Ron.
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Draco was a slytherin, a pureblood, and above all else, a Malfoy. None of those qualifications constituted any form of sentimental behavior or public display of emotion or distress of any kind, ever. Yet when Pansy altered the course of his paper ball, thinking she was helping him, to smack Harry in the forehead, his grin faltered. Even more so, when Harry shot back a death glare worthy of You-Know-Who himself, all color faded from his already pale face and dread hovered beyond the edges of his consciousness.
After the achingly long feast was over and students had begun to take their leave, Draco walked with his usual swagger to erase suspicious to the Gryffindor table. Hardly any had were left, mostly people outside of Harry’s year. Picking up the paper ball from where it had ended up on the table. Uncrumpling it, he reread the words he had written earlier in his neatest scrawl;
Room of Requirement. 8 o’clock. See you there.
~DM
‘The bloody gryffindor didn’t have the foresight to even take a closer look at the paper ball, or at my expression, which I’m sure betrayed enough emotion at that moment in time... Dammit! It’s going to take forever to win back his trust.’ He entertained a few different ways of getting back at Pansy, but he knew he couldn’t actually reciprocate. Pansy would recognize his revenge, and know something was wrong and easily trace it back to the only moment he seemed uncomfortable this year. ‘I could, of course, wait an appropriate amount of time, then she probably would have forgotten or wouldn’t see the connection...'
Draco plotted a nasty retaliation for Pansy as he went down the Hall to the Slytherin dorms in the dungeons.
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Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction ever. For once, I wholly and completely welcome- no, encourage- constructive criticism, suggestions, and/or input regarding spelling errors, better syntax, character development, storyline, etc.
I do not own Harry Potter as in the book series, the movie series, the characters, or the backstory. I am not making any money off of this, and mean no disrespect to the proper owners and/or JK Rowling.
A conversation I had today with my best friend.
BEWARE: Uncomfortable content regarding female periods and what results from them! Also, repetitive, explicit language usage You have been warned.
Sure2HerWord: How the hell do we still manage to be on the same time schedule for our periods? If I am correct, You, -Omitted Name- and I are all on our periods at the same time.
Sent at 9:38 PM on Sunday
Sure2HerWord: URGH.
me: WHAT
I blame the moon
I've heard that our periods follow the moon cycle
Sure2HerWord: Not every females'.
me: XD
It's a near new moon tonight
^u^
Chocolate
Ilovechocolatesomuch
Sure2HerWord: MY VAGINA HATES ME
I can't have artifical sweetners any more because the reaction is a fucking UTI.
me: Is it possible to feel stabs of pain in 6 places at once, in time with each other, in the same region of the body.
?
It shouldn't be.
Its just not fair.
I'm sorry.
Sure2HerWord: sigh I just needed to rant that to someone.
You were the nearest victim that wouldn't mind too much of this oversharing...
me: I spologize
Oh, its okay
I dont mind
Sure2HerWord: Oh.
HEY
Odd question time.
me: WAIT
Sure2HerWord: MMKAY
me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkSdh5kGxEA
Sure2HerWord: LOL, I've seen that.
me: It's amazing.
Sure2HerWord: YUS.
me: I think I'm going to post it and tag every male I know
Wait
I should wait on that important decision untul my period is finished
I might have porr judgement today
Sure2HerWord: Poor judgement? Explain.
me: I do stupid stuff on my period.
Like all my inhibitions are released
I rant and rave and make out and accuse people with no evidence and act like an idiot overall
So I make a habit of putting off all important decisions until my period is finished
And my head is clear of pain and/or medication
Or chocolate induce happiness
I also talk alot
I;ve noticed
I think you have too
ARE YOU THERE
Sure2HerWord: YEEEES.
me: Oh look, she came back
I was wondering if you disapearededed
FUCK TOO MANY EDEDED
Sure2HerWord: Explain your last comment?
me: I have walls of text
WALLS
OF
TEXT
I talk too much..
Sure2HerWord: XD It is okay.
me: shame on me.
My fingers need muzzles
Do they invent that?
Muzzled fingers?
Sure2HerWord: I have an odd thing to tell you about that I found earlier...
me: OH
Sure2HerWord: AND HAH. NO
me: Yeah
What was that odd thing
You said
Earlier
Before i interrupted you
With youtub
Youtube is amazing
But the popups are ridiculous
They're like
POP
and Im like
FUCK OOOOF!
Are you there?
Oh no, shes disappeared again.
T.T
Sure2HerWord: Okay, so i was in the shower and I was rinsing off and I look down. Looks like there is a red beta in the tub with me. I lean down and scoop it up with a cup to find that it was my period blood and it was all clumpy and freaking big and fish shaped.
._.
me: Oh
You know youre period is you uterus lining
right?
Sure2HerWord: Yeah. It just freaked me out. XD
FREAKING FISH SHAPED
me: O.O
NO WONDER IT SMELLS LIKE FISH
FIIISH PERIIOOODDD
Fishy
Fishy
FISH FISH MCBITES
Sure2HerWord: AND THIS IS WHY I TALK TO YOU.
me: MCBITES
Sure2HerWord: YES
me: FISH FISH MCBITES
MICBITES
dun dun dun
FISHY FISHY
Oh, damn this medication
Sure2HerWord: You just made me laugh to hard.
me: I'm fucking high.
DAMN THE PAMPRIN
DOWN TO FISHY HEEELLLLL
Sure2HerWord: I would imagine so. I am high on UTI meds and other crap to keep me from being so pissed off.
me: I am so totally posting this convo.
Sure2HerWord: XD LOL OKAY
Sent at 9:51 PM on Sunday
me: I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO COPY AND PASTE
And later...
me: You know, my period was nearly 2 weeks late
xD
Sure2HerWord: As mine was. ._.
me: o.o
Sure2HerWord: O_O
Dream- July 18th- 19th, 2013
This is the first night I tried a dream catcher. They say that bad dreams are big enough to get caught in its web, but good dreams slip through easily. I don't know if I can consider this dream a 'nightmare', but it certainly wasn't a walk in the park.
Warning: Some graphic violence.
I belonged somewhere. There's a group of people, led by a wise old man, whom I belong to. Every day, we leave the cave to tend to something. We're always busy, you see. Before the incident, my thought process was slow, lulling, and contented. I'm faintly aware that we're traveling in the woods. I perk up slightly, when we reach what appears to be a witch's home. The entire build is leaning one way or another, and is made of dark purple wood with black trim. The door comes to a point. On the side, underneath a bit of roof extending from the side of the house, is a shrine. The entire thing is perfectly circular stone, light gray bricks touching each other in a circle, with what appears to be misty blue liquid in the center. It's slanted towards the entrance of the 'shrine', so as to give the viewer better access. Something about it draws me, and soon, I begin to hear whispers. They're only barely there, and just as I begin to concentrate on hearing one, it fades and is replaced by another in a different pitch. I don't even realize I'm approaching the shrine until someone calls out to me. I turn, but not quickly enough to avoid falling into it like a pensieve. Just before my everything fades to black for a moment, I see that the shrine has changed from misty blue to a shimmery mirror.
That is the incident. Emerging from blackness, my attention is on high alert. I seem to have landed in the courtyard of a castle. Well, I call it a courtyard, but it's a courtyard without the greenery. The grass has been replaced by dark purple and black stone, and there are gaps in the floor where you could fall into the misty blue-black abyss that surrounds us like a cloud. Ahead, I can see towers and large buildings, with huge geometrical chunks ripped out of it, and in the holes you can see the abyss beyond.
Something hisses and whizzes past the back of my head. I looked back to see an electrically charged orange cloud. It lands on the floor of the castle instead of my face, and leaves a blackened scorch mark. Instantly, I try to locate the source. As a green spell barely misses me, I'm fairly certain I found it. Ahead, a vague black shape darts to and fro, shooting off spells in my direction. Before I know it, I'm shooting off spells too, like it's second nature to me. The black shape and I enter a beautiful dance of blocking, dodging, firing and maneuvering. Eventually, my opponent makes himself scarce. I am unsure whether or not he ran or I took him down, finally. I don't even know what half the bright flashes of light I let loose were supposed to do.
More hissing a cackling of magic reaches my ears now that I'm no longer focused on our duel. Around me, my group of people have landed in various points around the castle as well, and are running for their lives. I flex my fingers, realizing that they didn't know how to shoot a spell like I was doing. The next moments are a blur of getting people to safety, fighting for my life, and saving others. Someone is whispering in my ear, and I turn to snap at them that I'm busy, but no one is next to me. No one on the other side either. I remember that what drew me here in the first place were whispers that I couldn't quite catch, and the notion catches my attention enough to distract me, causing a sharp spell to hit my left arm. Not long after that, I hear the whisper again. 'Come away!' The world blacks out once more.
Instead of waking at the shrine like I would have expected, we landed at the cave at home. Quickly, we organize in a circle. The wise old man stands on a pedestal, and proceeds to insult me and declare that I'm evil. After all, why else did I drag them to the Shrine? And how did I start firing off spells, when they were previously an unknown magic? Evidently, I nearly killed all of them today. Sarcastic retorts make its way from my lips before I can stop them with rational thinking. Out loud, I say, "Alright, so next time some crazy being we've never seen before is attacking you with magic, I'll go ahead and leave you to your own devices, since I'm evil and all, and evil people are only out to save their own skin." Around me, some people shift uncomfortably, doubtlessly remembering that I saved their asses not ten minutes ago, but no one speaks in my defense. Quickly, I shut out the pain of being shunned and alone, in favor of sticking to my sarcasm, which were now restrained to my mind. Wordlessly, the group starts to head inside. I am last, and as I move to head into the door as well, the metal circle slams abruptly, nearly taking off my nose. Perhaps now, I should describe the scene for you. The cave we stay in it hidden under an overhang at the base of a mountain. The overhang forms a sort of rectangle a couple of feet above the ground, and if you slide into the gap, the dirt has been cleared away to accommodate much taller people. Straight ahead, there is a metal circle, like the ones you see on high-security vaults in the movies. That's the door. On either side, there is a messy roundish rectangle full of glass and lit by the warm light of a candle. Both windows show someone I 'nearly killed' today, laughing warmly. I turn away from the scene and face the clouds outside. I sleep out there, cold and wet from the rain. ((Here, I step out of the dream for a moment to pull on the blanket that's slipped off in my sleep. Too late, though. Even if I'm perfectly warm outside the dream, being freezing cold has already become a pattern within it.))
The next morning, it seems to be a typical day. Today, we take our two dogs hunting, a golden lab named Houston, and a chocolate lab named Molly. ((In actuality, these are my neighbor's dogs, who I spent the evening with. I don't know how they ended up in my dream.)) I listen to the wind as the group spreads out to check traps and shoot what they can. I don't help them hunt, since they probably wouldn't feed me anyway- I'm a terrible, evil, creature after all- but I do watch them, and observe my surroundings. The air is crisp, the sky clear, and the trees are all evergreen. I think that suggests a high elevation in a cold climate, but I'm not sure. At the moment, I'm sitting in a tree while someone checks their rabbit trap. They can't understand why they didn't catch anything. A few biting sarcastic jibes at his technique, and he's telling me to do it myself. His round face flushes in anger, and his mustache twitches downward with his frown. It's an amusing sight. I'm not exactly sure what I do, or how I do it, but I feel the tingle of energy in the air as I work my magic. Soon, a brown rabbit hops out of the nearby bushes and neatly steps into the trap. The spell releases with an irritable crackle, and I savor the electric feeling of magic in the air. The man who was doubting me earlier now looks on in wonder at the rabbit I brought him. Going for theatricality, I nimbly slide out of my spot high in the tree, and land on my feet gracefully. "You're welcome." is all I say, as I walk away and flip my hair behind my back.
The rest of the evening I spend with Molly the dog. We creep around in the bushes, watching everyone else's work, and subtly influencing it. A well timed snap at the air from Molly brings a rabbit out of the bushes, right at someone's feet. A subtle shift in the wind ensures that an arrow makes its mark. Small things, really, but it had its effect. Our group met again in a clearing, everyone marveling at their abundance of kill. People are in high spirits now, which means it's time to make my move.
As per usual, we roast our kill in large spits over several different fires. The largest in the center is currently holding a deer and two small rabbits. It's also the fire that the wise old man is seated. Nonchalantly, but directly in the old man's view, I move forward to collect some meat for myself. Just as I predicted, the old man barks at me to back away, loud enough for nearly everyone to at least glance in our direction. I raise both hands in a silent signal of defeat, and move back to sit away from the crowd. Molly gets up to follow me to my seclusion, which I hadn't counted on, but works well anyway. The others have gone from merry cheer to subdued murmurs. Several people, those who noticed my help today, glance towards me uneasily. The wise old man might think he's protecting his people, but his people wonder about his morality in the process. The seeds of doubt have been sown, and it will merely take some well placed action and reaction to get me back in the circle. The fact that Molly, a dog most distrustful of strangers, followed me when I left shall play in my favor as well. I sit against a tree looking slightly sorrowful and shameful, but I'm grinning on the inside.
We make our way home that night, and I'm still left outside in the cold, even if it isn't raining. This time, Molly sticks with me. I'm wondering if this is going to become a usual thing.
Our group moves out early the next morning. Mist hangs in the air without a sun to vanish it. We move through woods on a more southern route, with more leaves painting the ground. Eventually, we arrive at our destination. Two fences, fifteen feet tall at least, converge and leave only a thin pathway. Most worms through, but some simply climb over. Something catches my eye behind me, and I leave the group to check it out.
I move around a tree to see... only Molly. She's staring at me intently, deliberately. I shake off the uneasiness of having an animal stare lasers into your soul, and turn to leave, but just as I was leaving, Molly moves forward. Only a moment later, her legs and torso lengthen, fur fades, and her shoulders pull back and move upwards. Standing in front of me now, is Chewbacca, not my dog Molly. I stare for only a moment, before shaking my head a moving away. After all, I've seen stranger things happen. The crunching of leaves behind me says that she's- he's?- still following me, even after her 'metamorphosis.'
Ahead of me, it's... silent, almost. It seems like our feet on the leaves is the only quiver in the air. I don't even hear the woods or birds anymore. I tred carefully, walking forward between the two fences slowly. Just past my nose, and icy cold followed by a black shape flies past, and then I'm aware of why it's silent. All around, my people are held, wrapped in cloth from the people dressed in black behind them, pressing wandpoints into their throats. ((Anyone think this scene is familiar? Brownie points on who can guess where my subconscious picked this scene up from.)) I throw a spell into the air, and battle begins.
Just like the battle near the beginning of this dream, everything is a blur of protecting, defending, attacking, and capturing. I remember throwing someone out of the way of a bright flash. Blue eyes and dirty brown hair fly past and stares at me open mouthed as I duel the person who nearly killed him. A moment later, I'm flying past and shoved to the ground, as a dull spark of red flies near my left ear from behind. I can only spare the boy a glance to record his identity, and I'm off again. It had been the same one I saved earlier. Not long after that, the boy twisted his hand in just the right direction, and a cloud of purple flew from his palm and slammed bodily into an enemy. My eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, but I'm soon grinning. This is an exciting development. I get so distracted by it, in fact, that I narrowly dodge a curse flying just under my chin. Eventually, my opponents blast holes into the ground, leading to the abyss like the one surrounding the castle, and ever familiar shifting shape of black, purple, and blue, and flee through those holes. Slowly, the close up behind them, shining with gold around the edges until they close completely.
Everyone simply goes back to gardening like nothing happened. In front of me, a sort of cylinder sticks out of the ground. It's roughly eight or nine feet tall on one side, but brushes the ground on the other, descending and ascending smoothly. The ground around the stone circle raises to frame the crisp stone, but within the circle remains flat, and makes a place to observe the complex runes and symbols on inside of the the grey brick. Dotted everywhere are potted plants, well- trimmed bushes, carefully grooms trees and flowers, tastefully placed around the stone circle. Our group is watering, trimming, rearranging, weeding... At this point, my perspective shifts a bit. We aren't a random group of people living off the land, we're more like a group that tends to a reservation and keeps it usable for both humans and animals. I sit and watch on the side, and quickly grow bored. Gardening has never been my... strong suit.
Wordlessly and in unison, the group finishes their work, and moves out. I stay, on instinct. After the last of them have dissapeared behind the last fenceline, I hear something strange. A whispering voice in my head, smooth as silk and soft. Though I probably shouldn't trust voices in my head, I instantly trust hers. 'I have a task for you. The others, they have the right idea to tend to my shrine, but they are wrong. I look to the plants and trees in confusion. 'You must water the stone itself, not tend to the plants around it. The stone must grow roots into the soil if it is to work properly.' That was definately the strangest part of my dream, but I didn't even have second thoughts or slightest doubts as I did exactly as she asked and watered the stone. Below me, I could hear a great rumbling, as if it were really growing roots as she said. As I finish, my own thoughts whisper goddess to me, as if putting a name to a voice. And then I am on my way, leaving the watering can where I found it.
By running, I manage to catch up with the group before the reach our home. Their home, rather, since I sleep outside. They march in single file, and I feel like an outsider more than ever since Molly/ Chewbacca had disappeared earlier, and would not be joining me this night. I turn and sit down, facing away from the door even before it shuts in my face. I hear it slam, and jump a foot in the air when I hear someone settle beside me. Turning to look, I see a Hobbit with dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I've not had the chance to really observe myself or anyone else up close in this dream, and I wonder if we're all Hobbits. The hobbit smiles at me and extends his hand to shake. I shake it, but still eye him questioningly. He says, "They're all idiots. I'd prefer to be outside than stand by a bunch of morons." Now, I recognize him and slap a personality to his face. He's the troublemaker, prankster, and witty sarcasm man. I'm surprised, but I don't say anything beyond and heartfelt thank-you. We lay close to eachother, and I sense that this is how they keep warm even inside the house.
As I fall asleep in the dream, I wake in RL, to find myself completely wrapped and tangled in the blankets, and an arm stretched over the pillow beside me. It's still early, so I simply go back close my eyes again to catch some actual sleep.
Dream- July 25th- July 26th, 2013
This is what I get for reading Snarry before bed. Some mature content... Sort of. It's just a bit fluffy, really.
A large, ornate mansion sits on top of a green hill. The moon is a crescent, positioned high in the sky and lighting the castle of a home with pale, monochrome light. The star aren't out, so it's safe to assume that we aren't too far from a city. Around the estate, smaller, more urban homes fall in parallel lines on the street, but pale in comparison to the enormous home.
Inside, I, Omlyt (Previously known as Sure2HerWord), Doryu, and other roleplayers I had the honor of befriending before I knew the WTF universe existed, seem to be preparing for bed. I'm uneasy as I step into my room, to the point that I barely look around to register the cream colors. Omlyt steps in for a minute for a bit of conversation, but it soon becomes apparent that I'm not up to the menial social activity, and she leaves. Doryu pops her head in to say goodnight, before disappearing as well. All the while, I sit on the windowsill, scouring the sky for the familiar specs of light that bring me so much comfort by simply existing, and doing nothing more. Few things satisfy me more that stargazing.
Finally, I seem to make my mind about something. A moment later, the light turns off in my room, and I slip out of the window in search of the stars that are hiding from the blaring city lights. I slip among the shadows behind carefully trimmed bushes and groomed hedges. Finding shadows within shadows, hiding from a foreboding unknown, I slink down the street in search of darkness only penetrable by natural pinpoints of light that mark the night sky like mother nature's lovebites on father sky.
I find a forest. It takes me longer to navigate its lush terrain, but it's worth it as I reach a clearing and stare upwards. Unfortunately, the peace lasts only a moment before I hear a rustle out of the bushes somewhere. I turn and watch in surprise as Severus Snape steps out from behind some tree. His pale skin glows in the moonlight in stark contrast to his raven- dark hair and eyes. Eyes that are staring me down intensley. I balk in response to his mere presence, shiver when he speaks to me in a tone that simply radiates distaste and carefully hidden anger. "Mr. Potter. Surely you are aware that the Forbidden Forest is just that; Forbidden? Ten points from Gryffindor for being out after curfew. Thirty points for being in a forbidden region of Hogwarts grounds. He almost looks like he's finished for a moment, but he continues, "Being the oh- so worshipped Gryffindor Golden boy does not exempt you from the rules, and I implore you to keep the fame and attention of your adoring fans from going to your head." He sneers at me, before beckoning me to follow him- presumably back to Hogwarts. I don't even question the odd direction this dream has gone, or the odd fact of being referred to as a boy, while still feeling quite like a female.
When we finally arrive at 'Hogwarts'... It doesn't look very much like Hogwarts. The room I'm in right now somewhat resembles the Great Hall, with the Head Table and everything, but only if someone turned Hogwarts into a functional waterpark. No one even blinked twice at the tile and ceramic architecture, the pale blue water rushing and smoothly falling over everything in the room. The area where the Slytherin table would be is where I was guided to, but it wasn't a table at all. A huge slide, at least six or seven feet wide with sides that blocked the view of all the other tables, except for the Head table in front of us. A handful of students were sprinkled around me. They sneered at me like a proper Slytherin scolding one of its own for being late, then turned to the Head table. Every student was in a strange, crab-like position to avoid being swept along in the water on what appears to be, for all intents and purposes, a giant waterslide. Clearly, Proffessor McGonnagal is giving a speech, but I've practically tuned her out in favor of examining my surroundings.
Suddenly, like a flash flood, the waters begin rising. It becoms harder to stay in one place and not get lost among the moving, shifting mounds of chlorinated water. Ahead of me, students have already been swept away in the flood. Some appeared to be riding the current, while others dipped and splashed in the water, perhaps drowning. I've nearly drowned to death twice in my life, both times in a giant pool at a waterpark. I was terrified. Swiftly, a torrent of water swept me into the thrashing current below, and I'm off into my nightmare.
Gasping breaths taken when I feel my face break the water. Legs and arms making whirlwinds in the water. Desperate the get air. Lungs burning, nose stinging from the chemicals in the water, heart racing from the panic running 100 mph in my veins. When your adrenaline is pumping like that, you can focus on only keeping yourself alive. You're only aware of what happens between this moment and the next, brain kicked into hyper drive yet unable to think beyond right now, because right now could be your last moment to breathe. I don't know where I am, who I am, just where the next blast of water is going to hit, and my legs and arms desperately trying to keep my very un-buoyant body from sinking into the deep blue depths below me.
Just as quickly as it began, my battle with the elements is over. It takes me a moment to fall out of my near- death adrenaline high and take in my surroundings, but when I do, I'm being protectively cradled by Severus Snape. (He still thinks I'm Harry Potter. How I'm Harry Potter in SLYTHERIN, I have no idea, but that might be why he saved me instead of letting my -arrogant/ inconsiderate, famous/ just like his bloody father/ other insult worthy of the Half Blood Prince- ass drown.)
I stand unsteadily, leaning heavily on him for support. It's surreal, curled close to him and his batlike stance, watching the world wash away beneath me, like a God watching the happenings of the mortal world below. I begin to feel detached, slightly sorrowful, and very, very weary, watching the water wash away everything around me. Apathetic, indifferent, bored, the dream ends in a swirl of darkness like rising from a pensieve.
World of Virigo: Breakdown
World of Virigo: Breakdown.
Etymology: Latin root Vir, "man", and from Latin originalis, from originem (nominative origo) "beginning, source, birth."
Physical Status:
Combat: Strictly magical combat spells cannot be learned by everyone, (See: Law of Magical Alignment) and as a result, other magical fields are usually employed to achieve the same purpose. For example, Natural Magic can be used to divert the enemy spells away from oneself and turned towards the enemy. In another instance, as Earth elemental can block it by pulling up a sheet of earth. Magical fields are divided as such:
Conjuration- Summoning objects or energy out of nothing.
Alteration- Changing or altering what already exists physically, like the color, texture, or size.
Offense- Spells meant for offensive use only, like stopping someone's heart from a distance.
Defense- Shields, wards, and counterspells used to defend oneself.
Natural Magic- Manipulation of magic that already exists, like the magic within materials or animals.
Elemental
-Energy- Fire, electricity, kinetic and/or physical force.
-Gases- Gas forms of many different elements can be manipulated individually or as a whole, to push air, or combine volatile gases to ignite something, for example.
-Stone- All forms of solid rock, and rock only. Diamond, limestone, marble, etc. Used to create architecture.
-Water- Unlike the other elemental abilities, this form can manipulate all forms of H2O, gas, solid, and liquid. Can be used to manipulate blood in a living thing.
Alchemy- Combining precise ingredients sparked by a magical element to transform or create things, always using transmutation circles. Usually requires time and preparation beforehand, but can yield fantastic results.
Potions- Like cooking, but by adding together suspicious ingredients bound by a base to yield specific results when drunk or applied to skin, whether in battle or medicine.
Ritual- Not a common practice today, Magical rituals use a combination of dates, sacrifices both willing and unwilling, religious elements, and magical objects to achieve goals that can often be misinterpreted, or glean information that may or may not come in a literal form. It's seen as unreliable and useless in some groups, and yet is revered as the peak of magical activity in other circles. Many laws have been passed to limit some elements of rituals like unwilling sacrifice, and interfering in the mortal world.
Emotional compulsion- By far the most volatile, yet powerful forms of magic. Emotional compulsion is the manipulation of of human emotions, and can often be used to help along mortals to conveniently 'forget' if they saw something unexplained, or to nudge along ideas a person would not have normally without the emotional compulsion. It can be used to calm a panicking crown, incite a riot, introduce telepathy to an inexperience mind, and bypass the Law of Magical alignment if performed by a master.
Medical: Virigo are designed to be immortal. Therefore, there are no diseases save basic colds and possible allergies. Any fatal wound that would kill a mortal will kill a fey, however, magical potions and certain forms of Alteration or Natural Magic can be used to speed he recovery process. A combination of mortal and magical machines and spells achieve maximum medical performance, or they should, anyhow/
Identifying Markings: According to the Law of Magical Alignment, the magic of every Virigo is different and reacts to different forms of magic in different ways. Every Virigo have tattooed anklets and bracelets, winding in different patterns depending on your magical alignment. Myths surrounding the origin of these tattoes are wide and varied, but nothing is for certain. One story claims that the tattoos are remains of the manacles that held the original Virigo Veronica in the prison chambers where she was first Changed.
Additional:
Social Structure (Gwydia):
University: The grounds are levitated permanently at exactly 800 feet above the ground below, fixed to a permanent path around the globe, which is repeated every 365 days. The giant mass is charmed to be invisible to the human eye, and to sometimes only appear to be a large cloud. Additional attention had to be paid the the path that was taken yearly when five thousand blackbirds ran into the invisible barrier and fell dead to Arkansas below. The university itself divides its classes by field, focusing primarily on the broader basics the first year, and delving into specific uses and practical application the second, dividing one course into multiple depending on the area of focus. For example: Defense is merely Defense for the first four years, but is divided into Shields, Counterspells, and Offensive uses of Defense for your next two. for the first three years, Potions covers a broad range of subjects in relation to potions, but is then divided into Offensive Elixirs, Medical Remedies, Advanced Potion Making I and II, and History of Potion Making and Potioneers. Other subjects are divided similarly.
Spread of Population:
Hierarchy:
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Social Structure (Macha):
University:
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Hierarchy:
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Magical Fauna:
Hooved:
Unicorn: Unicorns have built up a flawless reputation over the centuries, but remain elusive even in the World of Virigo. Some field researchers report sightings of unicorns changing appearance depending on who they were standing in front of, but they are unconfirmed.
Pegasus: Winged horses, but not with a horn. Bred for racing. Pack animals, friendly when tames, but possibly dangerous in the wild. Typically exist in the highlands, plains, and occasionally mountains.
Cartazonon: A flame unicorn, usually with golden skin, a tawny red mane of hair, a lion- like tail, and a curved golden horn. Some breeds reveal other colors seen in flame, like blue and white. Pack animals that gather around volcanoes or deserts, unfriendly to outsiders. Considerably more dangerous than a Pegasus, but not as elusive as a Unicorn.
Noggle: Small grayish- blue breed of horse, often confused with a Kelpie or a non magical breed of horse. These horses are very much sentient, and have developed their Emotional Compulsion alignment to mentally link with Virigo and the occasional mortal to convey thoughts and feelings. These proud creatures refuse to be held in stables, and prefer to wander forests of plains without restraints. Perhaps due to their sentience, these horses are not typically pack animals and live individually or in small groups to raise young. Noggles refuse to be bred like 'a common animal', do not race unless it is in jest with a fellow Noggle, and do not parade around with people on their backs to be used as transportation. They can, however, develop loyalty to a specific person and allow that person to ride them. if treated fairly, Noggles make fair companions, even best friends.
Centaur: Similar to Noggles, Centaurs refuse to be ridden like a common animal, bred like on, or treated like one. Nearly as elusive as Unicorns, Centaurs refuse to interact with people and most humanoid creatures, save Dryads, and quite verbally tell us so. Most Virigo respect their privacy, to avoid enticing their fury more than anything else. Centaurs are very well known for their fantastic battle strategies and formidable armies.
Winged:
See: Pegasus.
Gryffin: Griffins are in contract with Gwydia University, and act as protectors for the mobile block of land. As such, most around campus are quite familiar with them. Like Noggle, they do not talk, but communicate telepathically both with eachother and other creatures. They are generally secretive about their home land, but do describe a safe haven where all griffins grow and mature, before leaving the nest, so to speak. They refuse to disclose its location or describe it in further detail, but legendary Viriga Theodosia Alston was chosen by a Griffin to be an ambassador between this mysterious location and Gwydia University. She reportedly spends the majority of her time there, but is seen occasionally at annual meeting held to discuss the state of affairs in the world. Anyone who questions her, whether it be family, friends, or reporters, find themselves on the wrong end of a nasty curse.
Dragon: Enormous, vicious creatures, Dragons normally travel alone a live in the mountains, only leaving for food. Dragons have a permanent price on their head for simply killing too many people and animals in one area, unless on a reservation which is stocked with large animals. Breeding dragons, riding dragons, or murdering dragons within a reservation is illegal and punishable by death in some cases, if the lawbreaker was not already dead.
Wyvern: Wyverns are held under the same protections and restrictions, because they are the same general size as dragons and can be just a ferocious. However, Wyverns are gentler creatures when unprovoked, and exist quietly among swamps and rain forests.
Simurgh: Simurgh are benevolent creatures, immortal like Virigo. With a wingspan of over fifteen feet, Simurgh are enormous birds, but have the heads of wolves. They always manage to appear near civilization before great historical moments, be the bad or good. These birds are invisible to most, and appear to only a select few.
Fins:
Hippocampus:
Deep ocean/lake monsters: More monsters exist beneath dark murky waters than most care to count. Many explorers have died searching for answers, and as such, the majority of he World of Virigo tend to stick to the skies.
Naiad: River spirits that protect channels and tributaries. All naiads and dryads are female, and trap young men to mate with and then kill, but some men escape out of reverence to their power.
Claws:
Chimera:
Raiju:
Spiritual:
Wraith:
Shaman:
Humanoid:
Brownie: Small creatures with pointed ears. They will clean your home if you leave out porridge and honey to feed them every night, and will lie in an unused part of the house. Many buildings have special fixtures at attached to the bottom half of the walls to feed such creatures, hidden doors, and small passageways in between the walls to assist them in moving around unseen, as well as their own rooms to live in. If provided for, brownies will work of their own accord to clean your home, mend your clothing, or repair things around the house. They are shy creatures that work at night to avoid being seen, and will leave if they feel threatened.
Dryad:
Mermaid:
Leprechaun:
Werecreatures: You might have heard of werewolves, but those aren't the only creatures that might actually be a Virigo. Wolves happen to be the most common, the most visible, and the least careful, so that's where the myth lies. As for the full moon, how else are you going to see an animal moving quickly at night? A crescent moon doesn't provide much light. Werewolves as the mortal myths go do not exist, however, experienced Virigo can manage to turn into a few different animals, depending on your magical alignment, but only two or three. If you remain in your animal transformation too long, you can forget who you really are and simply exist as that animal forever, if you're not careful to take breaks and stretch your human arms every once in a while.
Vampire: To start, I'll tell you a few things that separate mortal humans from apes. Three endogenous retroviruses, which are dormant disease that change your genetic code and are passed down through reproduction, without fail. These are not normal viruses(Virusi?). They don't make you sick like you would expect, but merely exist to live on our DNA. Endogenous means indigenous to the human body. Retrovirus is merely in reference to the shape of the virus. What separates humans and vampires is that a vampire has one extra endogenous retrovirus than a human, making them more evolved than a mortal. They drink blood to survive, get severe migraines in direct sunlight, have advanced night vision, and are generally capable of performing spells like a Virigo. Physically, they look no different than a human other than a paler shade of skin and a dark ring of color somewhere in the iris.
See Centaur, Naiad.
Beings related to Virigo
Mahisha: This is what a Seelie Virigo turns into when one of us does anything outside of our magical limits in relation to wrath, anger, or revenge. For example, losing your temper and slapping your wife across the room would turn you into a Mahisha, however, losing your temper and slapping anyone who has done injustice to you will not. Mahisha, representing their theme, typically have angry red skin, black horns that curl upwards, and weapons in place of hands and feet. Fairies and Imps do not turn into tiny Mahisha, and do not change Imp shape depending on their lapse in judgement. More will be explained when you reach fairies.
Mammon: This is what a Seelie Virigo turns into when one of us does anything outside of our magical limits in relation to greed, injustice, or gluttony. For example, if you cheated a stranger while playing poker, you would turn into a Mammon, however, if you cheated on someone who was cheating on you while playing poker, nothing would happen. A gamble within a gamble, that one. Fairies and Imps do not turn into tiny mammon, and do not change Imp shape depending on their lapse in judgement. More will be explained when you reach fairies.
Incubus/Succubus: This is what a Seelie Virigo turns into when one of us does anything outside of our magical limits in relation to lust or sex. For example, cheating in a spouse without cause would turn a virigo into a succubus. Cheating on a spouse for any perceived transgression, no matter how small, does not. Typically, their appearance reflects whatever they did to deserve their fate, and a succubus specifically is usually scantily clad with gray skin and over- exaggerated sexual features, because they are turned when their transgression is related to anything of a sexual nature. Fairies and Imps do not turn into tiny succubi, and do not change Imp shape depending on their lapse in judgement. More will be explained when you reach fairies.
Pixie: Pixies are a cousin to the fairy. They are alike in every way, except Pixies tend to be close to nature and have no wings. Fairies are below.
Fairy: These tiny creatures are our ancestors. They come in either Seelie or Unseelie like us, but are born, not made. That, and the obvious physical differences, separate us from them. They are about three inches tall, with tiny incandescent wings that physically shouldn't be able to hold them, but they do. Because they're related to us, it's illegal to kill one of them, but searching their naturally dead corpses for potions ingredients is still legal. Socially, most of us can hardly believe we're related. I mean, honestly, those tiny creatures are like a bunch of children, playing pranks and killing mortals for fun when they think they're not being watched. They can also be quite daft.
Imp: These are tiny, demonic y creatures are created when a Seelie Fairy or Pixie does something around their magical limits. For example, taking a life without cause would turn a fairy into an imp. Taking a life because of any perceived transgression, no matter how small, does not. They're about four or five inches tall, with lumpy noses and ragged clothing. Some, ones who turned from fairies, have inky black membranous wings.