Shards of Isis
folder
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,652
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,652
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 Two: Birthright
DISCLAIMER: JK ROWLING OWNS THE POTTERVERSE. I know this is off to a slow start, but things need to simmer before they boil over.
"You fucking bitches!" I retorted--of course, in parseltongue. This served only to amuse the indecipherable entities, and they indulged in more vocal mirth at my expense, as I continued to bleed. My arm, I now noticed, was on fire, and blood welled from the scar there too. "Merlin's cock, what the fuck are you talking about? I came here for answers. I'm going to destroy Voldemort, at any cost. So tell me what I want to know, you cunts."
Molten ire roared in my veins, and I clenched my teeth against the intense lust to rip their secrets from them, flesh or no flesh. "You will tell me, I'll rip it from you!" I screamed. The scars were now numb, but my guts were twisted into a hydra of rage, seething and pulsing with the desire to smite these shadow beings, these will o' the wisps, with my wand (now vanished), or my cock, throbbing like a dark intestine, waiting to pierce my way out of this torment.
The shadows and fog became distinct shapes of womanhood, and I panted as three naked graces bent over me, hovering. The tallest one spoke first. "You," a knife was held to my scar, "Will pay the price Isis asks of you. You will pay what no man will pay, to know this secret. You will give yourself to lady Fortuna, that she may play with the strings of your existence. But you must shed your skin. This is the riddle of the pyramids. This is the secret of the Sphinx."
I hesitated a fraction of a second. "Or what? I'll die? It's already been tried."
A second knife very slightly jabbed against my jugular, as the second one spat, "Death is but a door for most. We will close that door shut, should you refuse."
"You fucking bitches!" I retorted--of course, in parseltongue. This served only to amuse the indecipherable entities, and they indulged in more vocal mirth at my expense, as I continued to bleed. My arm, I now noticed, was on fire, and blood welled from the scar there too. "Merlin's cock, what the fuck are you talking about? I came here for answers. I'm going to destroy Voldemort, at any cost. So tell me what I want to know, you cunts."
Molten ire roared in my veins, and I clenched my teeth against the intense lust to rip their secrets from them, flesh or no flesh. "You will tell me, I'll rip it from you!" I screamed. The scars were now numb, but my guts were twisted into a hydra of rage, seething and pulsing with the desire to smite these shadow beings, these will o' the wisps, with my wand (now vanished), or my cock, throbbing like a dark intestine, waiting to pierce my way out of this torment.
The shadows and fog became distinct shapes of womanhood, and I panted as three naked graces bent over me, hovering. The tallest one spoke first. "You," a knife was held to my scar, "Will pay the price Isis asks of you. You will pay what no man will pay, to know this secret. You will give yourself to lady Fortuna, that she may play with the strings of your existence. But you must shed your skin. This is the riddle of the pyramids. This is the secret of the Sphinx."
I hesitated a fraction of a second. "Or what? I'll die? It's already been tried."
A second knife very slightly jabbed against my jugular, as the second one spat, "Death is but a door for most. We will close that door shut, should you refuse."