Edge Of Gravity
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
34
Views:
4,568
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Finale Prediction
The long gray frizz atop her head loaned itself to the mystical power surrounding her body, her eyes never quite seeing the present. Her hands constantly moving about her in a wild disorientated manner was enough to make the young woman ill with watching her. It was below her to be watching the old hag when she could surely help the Dark Lord with her power. Her ability to betray her Draco should have surely proved her strength but instead they persisted in making her watch crazed mystic.
Pansy Parkinson gently tapped her wand against the polished table, wrinkling her nose at the thick smog of incenses that burned at all hours. They had passed burning her eyes with their stench; instead, it left her feeling nauseated by the days end. Food even took on their strange smells, until all she could taste was myrrh, sandalwood, or lavender.
The Dark Lord must have known that her talents are squandered in these walls, even if her lover insisted the mystic power. \"Trelawney.\" Pansy snorted to herself, remembering the hours of class she had attended. The woman was more mad then mystic, her predictions false at every turn. \"Great Seer.\" The very thought was preposterous.
Pansy took in a deep breath of muggy air making her lungs ache as they filled. Trelawney on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to the disgusting room, snoring loudly on her thick featherbed. It was enough to make a sickness build in Miss. Parkinson stomach, which increased with the slack-jawed sleeper\'s drooling.
\"Bloody hell.\" That was all she could take, she needed to get out of the room. They would never know if she snuck out of the room for an hour. The old hag wouldn\'t stir, she never did. Pansy pushed herself up, uncaring of the loud thump it made slapping against the wall. Sibyll only grunted loudly before rolling over to lay haphazardly on the edge.
The hard faced young woman yanked open the door, enjoying the fresh gush of air hitting her from the hallway. Even with the musky odor, it felt wonderful to her lungs, instead of the thick oxygen of the room. Rushing out of the room trying to beat the hot air, she slammed it shut again. The cool wind of the hall felt heavenly slipping under her thin robes to chill her overheated skin. Perhaps two hours away from the room would be much more suitable. With a quick lock spell, she shuffled down the hall.
The soft glow of poorly kept embers lit the room, illuminating the smoke trailing off the three dozen incenses in the room. It trailed off in odd patterns around the soundly sleeping witch, to create a cocoon of warmth. \"Potter.\" She hissed softly her body twitching violently against her woolen blanket.
The deep orange of the fire died into nothing almost at the same moment the incenses died into dead gray ash. Icy air flowed off the witch causing the room temperature to drop rapidly until her breath came out in puffy clouds of white.
Trelawney body shook violently against the bed, her eyes twitching behind her eyelids faster with every passing second until finally they flew open. Her eyes milky white as if blinded before she jutted to sit up. Moonlight lit her gray hair, creating a halo of silver around her saggy face. Her skin drained all color until she glowed against moonlight.
\"THE GREEN EYED WARRIOR HAS RISEN.\" Her voice harsh and echoing as if a dozen people spoke at once. It reverberated against the wall growing in strength until it died before touching Sibyll ears. \"THE WAR OF HEAVEN AND HELL WILL RAGE WITHIN MAGIC…ONLY IN THE MOONLIGHT WILL THE SHADOWS BE REVEALED…ONLY THE LIGHT CAN CALL THEM OUT…\"
Small icicles formed on the stone of the fireplace, dripping down to hiss against the still hot insides where the embers had glowed. \"THE DARK LORD WILL MET HIS MATCH ON THE GROUNDS RAINING BLOOD OF THE MAGICAL...THE LIFE OF AN INNOCENT SHALL BE SCARFICED…THE END WILL COME… \"The saggy body slumped against the bed, its last breath coming out in a puff of smoke before falling to a heap on the ground.
The chill of the air fill Trelawney\'s lifeless body allowing the stifling heat to re-emerge into the room. Nothing seeming out of the ordinary when the young witch would came back, who would silently rejoice before alerting anyone of the old Seers condition.
Pansy Parkinson gently tapped her wand against the polished table, wrinkling her nose at the thick smog of incenses that burned at all hours. They had passed burning her eyes with their stench; instead, it left her feeling nauseated by the days end. Food even took on their strange smells, until all she could taste was myrrh, sandalwood, or lavender.
The Dark Lord must have known that her talents are squandered in these walls, even if her lover insisted the mystic power. \"Trelawney.\" Pansy snorted to herself, remembering the hours of class she had attended. The woman was more mad then mystic, her predictions false at every turn. \"Great Seer.\" The very thought was preposterous.
Pansy took in a deep breath of muggy air making her lungs ache as they filled. Trelawney on the other hand seemed completely oblivious to the disgusting room, snoring loudly on her thick featherbed. It was enough to make a sickness build in Miss. Parkinson stomach, which increased with the slack-jawed sleeper\'s drooling.
\"Bloody hell.\" That was all she could take, she needed to get out of the room. They would never know if she snuck out of the room for an hour. The old hag wouldn\'t stir, she never did. Pansy pushed herself up, uncaring of the loud thump it made slapping against the wall. Sibyll only grunted loudly before rolling over to lay haphazardly on the edge.
The hard faced young woman yanked open the door, enjoying the fresh gush of air hitting her from the hallway. Even with the musky odor, it felt wonderful to her lungs, instead of the thick oxygen of the room. Rushing out of the room trying to beat the hot air, she slammed it shut again. The cool wind of the hall felt heavenly slipping under her thin robes to chill her overheated skin. Perhaps two hours away from the room would be much more suitable. With a quick lock spell, she shuffled down the hall.
The soft glow of poorly kept embers lit the room, illuminating the smoke trailing off the three dozen incenses in the room. It trailed off in odd patterns around the soundly sleeping witch, to create a cocoon of warmth. \"Potter.\" She hissed softly her body twitching violently against her woolen blanket.
The deep orange of the fire died into nothing almost at the same moment the incenses died into dead gray ash. Icy air flowed off the witch causing the room temperature to drop rapidly until her breath came out in puffy clouds of white.
Trelawney body shook violently against the bed, her eyes twitching behind her eyelids faster with every passing second until finally they flew open. Her eyes milky white as if blinded before she jutted to sit up. Moonlight lit her gray hair, creating a halo of silver around her saggy face. Her skin drained all color until she glowed against moonlight.
\"THE GREEN EYED WARRIOR HAS RISEN.\" Her voice harsh and echoing as if a dozen people spoke at once. It reverberated against the wall growing in strength until it died before touching Sibyll ears. \"THE WAR OF HEAVEN AND HELL WILL RAGE WITHIN MAGIC…ONLY IN THE MOONLIGHT WILL THE SHADOWS BE REVEALED…ONLY THE LIGHT CAN CALL THEM OUT…\"
Small icicles formed on the stone of the fireplace, dripping down to hiss against the still hot insides where the embers had glowed. \"THE DARK LORD WILL MET HIS MATCH ON THE GROUNDS RAINING BLOOD OF THE MAGICAL...THE LIFE OF AN INNOCENT SHALL BE SCARFICED…THE END WILL COME… \"The saggy body slumped against the bed, its last breath coming out in a puff of smoke before falling to a heap on the ground.
The chill of the air fill Trelawney\'s lifeless body allowing the stifling heat to re-emerge into the room. Nothing seeming out of the ordinary when the young witch would came back, who would silently rejoice before alerting anyone of the old Seers condition.