Darkest Crypt

Disclaimer: Our wonderful author, J.K. Rowling owns all the original Harry Potter characters. I assume you know which one is which, but if not I suggest you pick up one of the books and educate yourself before continuing on. I am in no way making any money off of this, unless you’re offering tips. I’ll be happy to accept them. [Just kidding!] This is merely for my enjoyment, I am just twisting around an incredible story with my own ideas for my own twisted pleasure. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. You all know the drill.

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x3--~Chapter One [Temptation Vents]


Moments ticked by, drops of condensation dropped from even the highest corner of the walls, off the stone beams, and fell with an echoing, ear splitting drop as it landed on the dark and musty stone floor. No other sounds could be heard over the dripping, and the foot steps that were lightly tapping across the dungeon’s floor as quick as they could.

The steps faltered, a door creaked open. A young girl, a fifth year Gryffindor student, tried to dodge behind a statue of armor to avoid getting into the line of sight of whoever was approaching the exit to the dungeons. A soft pant escaped her lips ever few minutes, adrenaline rushing back and forth between every dark cavity of her body.

“Adian Laszé…” slurred a short, drawn out voice that emerged from a black shadow behind a door. “What are you doing out of your common room at eleven thirty at night?” Even though it was dark, Adian could sense that her aproacher was smirking down at her. Feeling that hiding behind the armor statue was useless any longer, she pulled herself from her corner hiding space.

A corner of his lip twitched, and fell into an wicked smile. “I asked you a question, I require you to answer me. Or I will be forced to take some points from your house.”

“Professor Snape,” she gasped quietly, pulling her wand out from the pocket of her robes. She whispered “Lumos” and the of her wand lit up, emanating a pale bluish glow on both Professor Snape, and Adian. “You’re just the professor I needed to see at the moment.” She bit her lip, a touch of nervousness spreading from her stomach across her arms.

“Explain yourself.” He said calmly, but with entertainment dripping from his words and onto the floor just as the drops of water from the ceiling had been doing.

“A b-book…” she stuttered quietly, avoiding the urge to back away from her Potions Master. “I left a book in your classroom this afternoon, I had just remembered. I was wondering if I could have it back…” Adian whispered unsurely, her stomach flipping when Snape brought his fingers together menacingly.

His chin dipped downward, touched his collarbone, and returned back to it’s normal position. “Of course…” He uttered quietly, but Adian could easily understand every word he said. “I am, naturally going to have to give you a week’s worth of detention for being out after curfew.”

Sulkily, Adian followed Snape down the rest of the passage and into a room that was previously locked. Scurrying along past desk after desk, she collapsed beside the one at the back of the room, looking under it’s wooden top and between it’s legs. There, on the floor propped up against it’s frame, was the book she had left behind.

Following her into the room, Snape waited for her to turn and leave. “Are you done, or is there something else you are looking for? I am a very busy man with things I would like to finish and if you wouldn’t mind, you’re keeping me from doing so.” Adian shook her head, her light brunette hair shaking on her shoulders.

“I’ve got everything I-”

“You will serve your detentions with me right after dinner tomorrow, and until next Tuesday.”

Adian secretly hoped he had forgotten about her detentions, but nodded all the same and picked up her bag and dropped the heavy bound book inside, and shut it. “Right,” Adian replied dully, going back out of the classroom the same way she entered it.

“I shall see you precisely at five thirty tomorrow evening,” he told her, holding the door open so she could pass underneath his cloak worn arm.

Nodding, she ran down the dungeon towards the stairs as quickly as her feet could carry her, she pulled open the door, and left the dungeon, her heart racing straight out of her chest.

Past corridor after corridor after corridor she ran, running into no one else other than Peeves who attempted to trip her on the winding staircase just one floor under the Gryffindor tower. Avoiding a total fall, she stumbled but continued running along until she sped to a halt in front of a portrait of a slumbering fat woman in a pink cocktail dress.

“Reptus Populous,” she panted while holding her stomach. When the fat lady showed no response, Adian peered up and raised a fist to bang on the canvas.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said the password!” she snapped angrily, banging harder against the canvas after a continuous unresponsive state she give. The portrait hole’s fat lady opened her eyes, and gave them a roll. With a long, loud creak she opened up the portrait hole and Adian scrambled inside. The fire was oddly almost extinguished, only the faint orange embers glowed softly in the grate. They were the only source of light in the room, other than the pale moon glow that entered from the window. Fatigue was too great, Adian thought as the silently crossed to the couch and sat down on the soft plushy cushion.

The cushion let out a loud grunt.

Adian let out a scream, and jumped off the couch and landed on the floor with a moan of ache. A tall figure sat up from the couch and waved it’s wand, both of them were illuminated.

“Adian-”

“Harry?”

Harry slid off the couch and sat beside Adian on the floor. “What are you doing down here so late?” he asked, trying to wave his wand once more so the fire in the grate would grew enough to light up the room. Sadly, nothing appeared other than a little stirred up dust.

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same exact thing.” Adian whispered breathlessly as she was indeed met with her best friend down in the Gryffindor common room. Suddenly, she felt his hand touch her cheek. “W-what are you doing?”

Harry let his hand drop down into his lap, embarrassed at his actions. His cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink, even though the darkness hid it stealthfully. “Nothing, nothing at all.” answered The-Boy-Who-Lived quietly, avoiding direct gazes into her eyes.

“Why were you sleeping down here alone, Harry?” Adian questioned quietly, sliding her body so her back rested up against the couch that Harry once had been sleeping on. Harry followed her and sat across from the petite silhouette of his friend.

He made no immediate answer, but in his head he was turning over different words trying to push together the perfect ones to describe what he was trying to say. Before he could even stop himself, he said absentmindedly, “I was waiting for you,” and he bit his lip, the moment he said that, he wished he hadn’t.

“Waiting for me…?” Adian repeated quietly, resting her chin in her hand. Harry nodded, not looking up while he stared into his lap, mesmerized by his hands that he vaguely saw. “That’s very sweet of you, Harry,” Adian whispered quietly, leaning over and looked him in the face. Without breaking her gape, she waved her own wand and gave the fireplace a proper fire. The room was flooded with an orange glow.

The fire brought a suitable light, and Harry took notice of the small freckles that dotted across her cheeks and nose. He saw all the familiar features that Harry had grown to love over the last year that he had know her.

Harry quietly inhaled all the breath he could, and leaned forward long enough to let his dry lips brush against her own for a few seconds before pulling away, and looking deeply into her own eyes.

“Adian I-” Harry started, but was stopped mid-sentence by Adian’s finger reaching over and pressing against his lips to silence him.

Without saying a single word, she leaned back over to him and kissed him passionately. She crawled across the floor and inched on top of him, and instinctively Harry laid back against the carpeted floor and wrapped his arms around her lower waist, holding up her light frame as she rested against his own. He felt her tongue flick against his lower lip, and she gently nibbled on it causing Harry to swoon even more for this girl.

Abruptly, she pushed herself away and hurried backwards, looking at Harry whose face was filled with confusion. She muttered a word of goodbye and apology, and ran up the stairs leaving Harry bewildered and miffed.

[…x3…]

The night slipped into morning, and many of Hogwart’s students found themselves surrounding their large table for breakfast. Harry, depressed and downtrodden, sat beside Ron, clueless and blinded, was digging into bacon and eggs. Hermione sat with concern plaguing her face, but tried not to show it as she flipped through a book she had been reading, occasionally glancing at Harry from over the top of the book.

Adian, dressed in the school robes as usual, entered the Great Hall with a dark cloud hovering over her, sending off depressed auras to anyone that would happen to glance her way. Shoulders hung, and head down she approached the section of the table where here friends were sitting. She sat beside Hermione, and casted a nervous and unsure glance to Harry, who caught her eye and tried to smile at her. She forced an unsure smile back.

The four ate their breakfast in solemn silence, and Hermione and Ron proceeded to leave the table to converse with a teacher over the group project that had done in the class. Harry sat across from Adian awkwardly, trying to come up with something creative to say.

“Adian, would you like to go on a walk with me tonight, after dinner?” he spouted off randomly, flushing pinkish red after he said it, “Like a date.”

Fearing the worst, Adian rested her head in her hands, muttering “I would, but I can’t…” Harry’s heart fell once more, and shifted nervously in his seat.

“May I ask why?” He questioned her, trying to catch a glimpse at her face from between her hands.

“I have detention tonight, with Snape.”

x3--~Author's Notes [Out of Story]

Hello again, Aeron here writing another twisted story from the darkest corner of my imagination. Once again, it's Harry Potter. [I love him.] And I thought I would like to let you know that I like to jump right into the story, rather than give history, and then get to the point. I let history ease itself in at random points.

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