Silent Year
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16
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Chapter Fourteen: A Small Kindness
Hey Everyone! Guess what? I've got up to Chapter 18 written; do you know what that means? MEGA UPDATES!! Huzzah!! So...anyway...No questions? All right. Let's get this started!
And remember, reviews are always welcome. ^_^.
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Chapter Fourteen: A Small Kindness
Hazelton was walking with Harry Potter and co, talking about Durmstrang. Some words were hard to say from behind his accent. It was strange, Quiari had seemed to understand him perfectly. He fingered the blood stone around his neck. He’d charmed it to a silver chain so it could hang around his neck. It was a strange stone, and at first he’d not worn it around his neck, but kept it in his pocket. And then he’d found its use. He’d felt cold for a few days now, and tired and sick. A few days after Quiari left the bullies caught up to him and gave him the beating of a life time. And then they’d left him to die, warning him never to go near Quiari again. He’d lost consciousness on the library floor, and he found himself in a dream. But this was no dream he’d ever had before.
He was on a snowy mountain, on the very tip, and Quiari was standing beside him, smiling gently. She’d accepted him into her arms silently and had healed his wounds. When he awoke, he found himself to be in his own bed, healed up and feeling better than ever. The stone was glowing on the bedside table next to him, radiating the warmth he had felt in Quiari’s silent embrace. His thoughts about her had changed after that. No longer was she the quiet librarian his heart ached for but could never have. No, now she was a friend, and she was warm and loving. He could see why that other guy—Radu—had wanted her so much. He’d seen a side of Quiari precious few had seen, she had seemed…happy and at peace. “Hey, Quiari!” Hermione called out, and Hazelton looked up. There was the memory from his thoughts, stepping out of the Forbidden Forest. Her eyes moved behind the glasses, focusing on them, and she turned to them and bowed.
Hermione ran up to Quiari smiling. “You survived! I can’t believe it!” she exclaimed, and Quiari looked up in confusion. “That’s the Forbidden Forest, there’re so many creatures in there!” exclaimed Hermione, and Quiari looked to the ground before lifting her gaze to Hazelton. She moved to the side and stood before him, reaching beneath her shirt and pulling out her own blood stone, Hazelton showed his. She smiled slightly and nodded. “Quiari!” shouted Madame Pomfrey suddenly, and Quiari’s head snapped hard right.
“May I speak with you in private?” It didn’t sound like a request. Quiari turned to the four others, bowed, and hurried across the snow top over to Madame Pomfrey. She bowed as soon as she arrived and then straightened, standing perfectly still on top of the snow. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I was wrong to question your reasons.” Said Pomfrey rather quietly, and Quiari looked at her in shock for a moment before reaching forward and hesitantly putting her hand on Pomfrey’s shoulder. Madame Pomfrey looked up at the gentle touch and Quiari let a light smile grace her features. Dumbledore stepped out of the doors and Quiari stepped quietly around Madame Pomfrey and up to Dumbledore. “I take it you’re ready to go back to Durmstrang?” asked Dumbledore, and Quiari nodded and bowed slightly. Dumbledore smiled. “Then I wish you the best of luck. I will loan you two brooms.” Said Dumbledore, and Quiari shook her head.
“I see, you walk here, you walk back, eh?” asked Dumbledore, and Quiari nodded. “In that case…” Dumbledore waved his wand. “Accio Cloak!” A dark green cloak came from the topmost tower and Dumbledore caught it. The cloak was rather ragged, but Quiari stared at it in wonder. “This is the best I can give you under these…circumstances.” Quiari stared at the cloak in shock and then picked it gently out of Dumbledore’s hands.
Though the cloak was full of holes and ripped at the hem and stained with more things than could be counted, Quiari smiled happily as she swung it around her circles and clasped the moon and sun brooches together. She pulled the hood up and then embraced Dumbledore before walking down the snow, bowing to Pomfrey, and then going over to Hazelton. She brushed his cheek gently with her long fingers and then swept off into the Forbidden Forest without a sound. She walked quickly, moving through the trees as a phantom would, and she soon came to a cliff face. The abyss below was shrouded in mist, the bottom could not be made out. A perilous trail, but she’d climbed the cliff while holding the box on the back, without the extra weight, it would be no hard task. “Are you ready, little one?” she asked the dragon peering out of her shirt quietly. It squeaked in response and she started the slow descent into the mist.
It was as if time slowed. She moved along the rock wall, sometimes finding no trail and having to cling to the cliff face itself until her foot touched another ledge. It was in this way that she reached the bottom of the ravine. Here the sun barely pierced the fog, an all consuming fog in which one could get lost easily. Who knew what creatures lurked here, waiting for Quiari to drop her guard, waiting for the right moment to strike. She stepped lightly on the ice covered stones of this ravine, and then she heard the stones drop from the cliff face. She continued walking, holding the cloak tighter to her body, and the dragon squeaked.
“Hush, little one…I know…” Quiari quickened her pace, and then stopped, looking through the fog for the right way. There came through the chill and fog the sound of panting, and of the pads of wolves against the ice. Quiari’s hands tightened on her cloak and she chose a path. She came to the stone wall and started climbing, her fingers nimbly found every hand hold, her feet every foothold and soon she had almost scaled the cliff face. Unfortunately, whatever it was climbing behind her was catching up.
“Don’t worry, little one…” she spoke softly. “I was born in the trees, it will not catch us.” She whispered, and then her hand slipped. She fell slightly, hanging onto the rock with one hand, and she looked down into the mist. There were bright yellow eyes there, right below her feet. The beast lunged, but she kicked back, hitting the beast right in the jaw. She swung her right arm up, grabbing onto another ledge, and she started scrambling up the rock wall.
The beast caught up and ripped its claws down her leg. She gritted her teeth and kept going. She reached the top and then took off running. She limped slightly as she flew between the trees. Her feet barely seemed to touch the ground, and a sharp wind followed her in her haste. The beast didn’t let her escape, it kept following her, ever at her heels, waiting for the right moment to strike. Waiting for her to slow, to make a wrong turn. Finally, after an hour, she did. Her leg was bleeding profusely and hampering her progress. She ran into the darkness, breathing raggedly, and a root caught her leg. She fell forward, falling harshly on her hands, and she scrambled forward, just as the creature chasing her outstretched its claws for her neck. She moved quickly, and was barely nicked by the creature’s claws.
Long, thin tears were now in her sweater vest, and she was still running. The little dragon was clinging to her chest with its talons for dear life as she ran. She came to a cliff face and jumped up, clinging to the stone, but she couldn’t climb fast enough with her bad leg to escape the beast’s clutches. Five claws ripped down her back again, yanking her off of the cliff wall, and she slid along the ground. The beast curled its legs, leaning back on its haunches, ready to pounce. Ready to sink its claws into Quiari’s flesh and feast upon her body. The beast sprang, claws outstretched, only too ready to rip into its quarry after that chase. Quiari slammed her eyes closed.
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So, what did you guys think? I know it's a cliff hanger...I'm quite fond of those. ~_^ Anyway, updates are coming soon! Chapter 15 is...unfortunately, rather short. But 16 is longer and 18 is...gloriously long. Have a happy Thanksgiving! ~Nezumi-kun~
And remember, reviews are always welcome. ^_^.
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Chapter Fourteen: A Small Kindness
Hazelton was walking with Harry Potter and co, talking about Durmstrang. Some words were hard to say from behind his accent. It was strange, Quiari had seemed to understand him perfectly. He fingered the blood stone around his neck. He’d charmed it to a silver chain so it could hang around his neck. It was a strange stone, and at first he’d not worn it around his neck, but kept it in his pocket. And then he’d found its use. He’d felt cold for a few days now, and tired and sick. A few days after Quiari left the bullies caught up to him and gave him the beating of a life time. And then they’d left him to die, warning him never to go near Quiari again. He’d lost consciousness on the library floor, and he found himself in a dream. But this was no dream he’d ever had before.
He was on a snowy mountain, on the very tip, and Quiari was standing beside him, smiling gently. She’d accepted him into her arms silently and had healed his wounds. When he awoke, he found himself to be in his own bed, healed up and feeling better than ever. The stone was glowing on the bedside table next to him, radiating the warmth he had felt in Quiari’s silent embrace. His thoughts about her had changed after that. No longer was she the quiet librarian his heart ached for but could never have. No, now she was a friend, and she was warm and loving. He could see why that other guy—Radu—had wanted her so much. He’d seen a side of Quiari precious few had seen, she had seemed…happy and at peace. “Hey, Quiari!” Hermione called out, and Hazelton looked up. There was the memory from his thoughts, stepping out of the Forbidden Forest. Her eyes moved behind the glasses, focusing on them, and she turned to them and bowed.
Hermione ran up to Quiari smiling. “You survived! I can’t believe it!” she exclaimed, and Quiari looked up in confusion. “That’s the Forbidden Forest, there’re so many creatures in there!” exclaimed Hermione, and Quiari looked to the ground before lifting her gaze to Hazelton. She moved to the side and stood before him, reaching beneath her shirt and pulling out her own blood stone, Hazelton showed his. She smiled slightly and nodded. “Quiari!” shouted Madame Pomfrey suddenly, and Quiari’s head snapped hard right.
“May I speak with you in private?” It didn’t sound like a request. Quiari turned to the four others, bowed, and hurried across the snow top over to Madame Pomfrey. She bowed as soon as she arrived and then straightened, standing perfectly still on top of the snow. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I was wrong to question your reasons.” Said Pomfrey rather quietly, and Quiari looked at her in shock for a moment before reaching forward and hesitantly putting her hand on Pomfrey’s shoulder. Madame Pomfrey looked up at the gentle touch and Quiari let a light smile grace her features. Dumbledore stepped out of the doors and Quiari stepped quietly around Madame Pomfrey and up to Dumbledore. “I take it you’re ready to go back to Durmstrang?” asked Dumbledore, and Quiari nodded and bowed slightly. Dumbledore smiled. “Then I wish you the best of luck. I will loan you two brooms.” Said Dumbledore, and Quiari shook her head.
“I see, you walk here, you walk back, eh?” asked Dumbledore, and Quiari nodded. “In that case…” Dumbledore waved his wand. “Accio Cloak!” A dark green cloak came from the topmost tower and Dumbledore caught it. The cloak was rather ragged, but Quiari stared at it in wonder. “This is the best I can give you under these…circumstances.” Quiari stared at the cloak in shock and then picked it gently out of Dumbledore’s hands.
Though the cloak was full of holes and ripped at the hem and stained with more things than could be counted, Quiari smiled happily as she swung it around her circles and clasped the moon and sun brooches together. She pulled the hood up and then embraced Dumbledore before walking down the snow, bowing to Pomfrey, and then going over to Hazelton. She brushed his cheek gently with her long fingers and then swept off into the Forbidden Forest without a sound. She walked quickly, moving through the trees as a phantom would, and she soon came to a cliff face. The abyss below was shrouded in mist, the bottom could not be made out. A perilous trail, but she’d climbed the cliff while holding the box on the back, without the extra weight, it would be no hard task. “Are you ready, little one?” she asked the dragon peering out of her shirt quietly. It squeaked in response and she started the slow descent into the mist.
It was as if time slowed. She moved along the rock wall, sometimes finding no trail and having to cling to the cliff face itself until her foot touched another ledge. It was in this way that she reached the bottom of the ravine. Here the sun barely pierced the fog, an all consuming fog in which one could get lost easily. Who knew what creatures lurked here, waiting for Quiari to drop her guard, waiting for the right moment to strike. She stepped lightly on the ice covered stones of this ravine, and then she heard the stones drop from the cliff face. She continued walking, holding the cloak tighter to her body, and the dragon squeaked.
“Hush, little one…I know…” Quiari quickened her pace, and then stopped, looking through the fog for the right way. There came through the chill and fog the sound of panting, and of the pads of wolves against the ice. Quiari’s hands tightened on her cloak and she chose a path. She came to the stone wall and started climbing, her fingers nimbly found every hand hold, her feet every foothold and soon she had almost scaled the cliff face. Unfortunately, whatever it was climbing behind her was catching up.
“Don’t worry, little one…” she spoke softly. “I was born in the trees, it will not catch us.” She whispered, and then her hand slipped. She fell slightly, hanging onto the rock with one hand, and she looked down into the mist. There were bright yellow eyes there, right below her feet. The beast lunged, but she kicked back, hitting the beast right in the jaw. She swung her right arm up, grabbing onto another ledge, and she started scrambling up the rock wall.
The beast caught up and ripped its claws down her leg. She gritted her teeth and kept going. She reached the top and then took off running. She limped slightly as she flew between the trees. Her feet barely seemed to touch the ground, and a sharp wind followed her in her haste. The beast didn’t let her escape, it kept following her, ever at her heels, waiting for the right moment to strike. Waiting for her to slow, to make a wrong turn. Finally, after an hour, she did. Her leg was bleeding profusely and hampering her progress. She ran into the darkness, breathing raggedly, and a root caught her leg. She fell forward, falling harshly on her hands, and she scrambled forward, just as the creature chasing her outstretched its claws for her neck. She moved quickly, and was barely nicked by the creature’s claws.
Long, thin tears were now in her sweater vest, and she was still running. The little dragon was clinging to her chest with its talons for dear life as she ran. She came to a cliff face and jumped up, clinging to the stone, but she couldn’t climb fast enough with her bad leg to escape the beast’s clutches. Five claws ripped down her back again, yanking her off of the cliff wall, and she slid along the ground. The beast curled its legs, leaning back on its haunches, ready to pounce. Ready to sink its claws into Quiari’s flesh and feast upon her body. The beast sprang, claws outstretched, only too ready to rip into its quarry after that chase. Quiari slammed her eyes closed.
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So, what did you guys think? I know it's a cliff hanger...I'm quite fond of those. ~_^ Anyway, updates are coming soon! Chapter 15 is...unfortunately, rather short. But 16 is longer and 18 is...gloriously long. Have a happy Thanksgiving! ~Nezumi-kun~