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Shards of Isis
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,644
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Chapter 1: The Exchange
DISCLAIMER: This is just for fun. JK Rowling owns the Potterverse!
My head throbbed, and for once it wasn't that fucking scar. I had what felt like a large contusion on the side of my head, and I was struck with the urgent need to vomit. I barely pushed myself onto my elbows when I emptied my guts onto the ground beside me. I wanted to speak, but my voice eluded me, and, I belatedly realized as I felt in my pocket, so too did my wand. Anger outwitted common sense, and I croaked, "Where am I? And where the hell is my--"
I coughed abruptly and when my head rose from my chest, I saw them.
They were shadows, indistinct fogs, but they were female. Or had the form of females. They swirled and swam before my throbbing eyes; all the while laughing with the glee of the damned. I shook my head and said more clearly, "Enough of this trickery. Where am I?"
"Where you want to be." The voices, now indistinct, chattered over one another and echoed. "You sought us, you sought the secret no man knows, you sought that which brings wizards only death. You desecrate our catacombs, accursed one. You stink of manhood, and of darkness. Why should you not die, as so many have before you?"
My scar twitched and pounded as they spoke. An anxiety in my innards unfurled beyond my worst imaginings. Not even Voldemort had terrified me this way. "I--" I faltered. "What? Darkness?"
The odious beings danced and swam around me, this time cackling malevolently. "You bear these scars. The one on your face, you wear it in plain sight where others would hide theirs. Evil has marked you, claimed you, and you share its blood. Where does darkness go but within? You have swallowed a demon. You carry it within you, and you proclaim it to all who see you, snake charmer."
As they spoke, the scar burned my flesh, and blood fell into my eyes.
My head throbbed, and for once it wasn't that fucking scar. I had what felt like a large contusion on the side of my head, and I was struck with the urgent need to vomit. I barely pushed myself onto my elbows when I emptied my guts onto the ground beside me. I wanted to speak, but my voice eluded me, and, I belatedly realized as I felt in my pocket, so too did my wand. Anger outwitted common sense, and I croaked, "Where am I? And where the hell is my--"
I coughed abruptly and when my head rose from my chest, I saw them.
They were shadows, indistinct fogs, but they were female. Or had the form of females. They swirled and swam before my throbbing eyes; all the while laughing with the glee of the damned. I shook my head and said more clearly, "Enough of this trickery. Where am I?"
"Where you want to be." The voices, now indistinct, chattered over one another and echoed. "You sought us, you sought the secret no man knows, you sought that which brings wizards only death. You desecrate our catacombs, accursed one. You stink of manhood, and of darkness. Why should you not die, as so many have before you?"
My scar twitched and pounded as they spoke. An anxiety in my innards unfurled beyond my worst imaginings. Not even Voldemort had terrified me this way. "I--" I faltered. "What? Darkness?"
The odious beings danced and swam around me, this time cackling malevolently. "You bear these scars. The one on your face, you wear it in plain sight where others would hide theirs. Evil has marked you, claimed you, and you share its blood. Where does darkness go but within? You have swallowed a demon. You carry it within you, and you proclaim it to all who see you, snake charmer."
As they spoke, the scar burned my flesh, and blood fell into my eyes.