Alexis: "Hey all! I'm back and writing!"
Luke: "However sad for your faithful reader, as you haven't updated your other story"
Alexis: "Shut up Lukas!"
Luke: [grins "Writer's block's a bi—"
Alexis: "Luke, no cursing, just give them a disclaimer while I start this thing."
Luke: "Okay, okay. Everyone, Alex here doesn't own Harry Potter, or this idea. It's purely inspired by a Harry Potter Music Video that her friend made. Here's the link to said video. fun, and enjoy."
The wind was rushing past his ears. He was getting closer, so much closer. He had to know. He just had to know. The desire to actually have something against the Perfect Albus Dumbledore was just too inviting. And who better to get it from that Albus's old friend, Gellert Grindelwald?
Soon, very soon, he would have the information to rid himself of that old goon forever. He would be free to kill Potter without any distractions or blocks. This was the night he found out how.
A cold, white hand pushed up against the door. He was here, Gellert was here. Lord Voldemort pushed the door open with a creek and peered inside the dark room.
"Gellert Grindelwald?" He questioned the dark room, his silky voice ringing in the silence. There was quiet movement and the rustling of robes.
"You called?" An equally, if not smoother, more deadly voice responded, its owner melting out of the shadows. Voldemort grinned.
"You said you had the information I needed, Grindelwald?" The blond wizard nodded. "Then if you wouldn't mind?" He gestured for the man to begin. Again, Gellert nodded.
The former Dark Wizard explained how he had befriended Albus, how he and Dumbledore had strived for what they had called "The Greater Good" and for their search for the Deathly Hallows. Voldemort could only smile. Albus Dumbledore, wishing to destroy the muggles? This was just too good. The Light Mage, Albus, dark, evil, manipulative? He laughed as he left the room and slipped back into the night, finally, something against the man he hated under his belt.
Harry Potter jet up in bed, panting. Cold sweat ran down his back and face. He looked around the room, his heart pounding in his chest. The moon shone through the red curtains, causing an eerie red glow to fill the dorm room. What had he just seen? It was almost too much for his mind to take in.
Was it true? Was Dumbledore's past dark? It just didn't seem right. It couldn't be right. He was sure that it was a lie. Another trick from Voldemort, just like he had done with Sirius.
Harry gave a light gasp of pain as he hand touched his left forearm. He pushed up his pajama sleeve and peered at his bright red arm. His eyes widened as he noticed the skull and snake tattooed there. It pushed up out of his skin slightly. The Dark Mark throbbed and burned, causing tears of pain to well up in Harry's eyes. What the bloody hell was happening to him? He tried to shake off the foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach as he turned over onto his side and fell asleep.
X-x-X
Morning came far too quickly for Harry. He had no desire to get up, nor did he have any desire to head off to Potions. An hour with Snape was just not an appealing thought. After the night he had just been through, he was definitely not in the mood to deal with the bloody overgrown bat.
That's when he remembered the Dark Mark. Harry's entire body seemed to shudder at the thought as he slipped into a quite passageway. Pushing up his robe's sleeve, Harry was amazed to see that said mark was nowhere to be found. He ran his hand over the spot it had been over and over. Nothing. He pulled up the other sleeve and did this same. Still, he found nothing. His mind began to race with possibilities of what may or may not be happening to him. Was he going insane? Was this just another trick of Voldemort's? Or was he just seeing things? Had the Mark really been there? It was just all too strange.
Harry ran a hand through his unkempt raven hair and sighed. Sometimes being the Boy Who Lived wasn't all it was cracked up to be, especially when this kind of thing happened to the young mage.
X-x-X
Harry soon found himself in the back of Snape's classroom, his chin resting on his folded arms upon the cold wooden table. Today was just as dull as the others: Snape fawning over his beloved Slytherins and glowering at the Gryffindors. Harry could have fallen asleep, and was just about to when he heard the greasy-haired Potions Master address him.
"Potter," he inclined his head slightly, looking Harry in the eye. "Care to tell the class what exactly they're supposed to do next?"
"Sorry?" Harry cocked his head to the side, slightly, in confusion. Snape sneered.
"The potion we're brewing, Potter. What is the next step, as you seem to be bored to death, I would assume that you would know?" His voice was silky and almost mocking. Harry could have kicked the man.
"Erm…" He looked up at the board, praying that it would give him some kind of clue. No such luck. An almost evil smirk crossed Snape's paled features.
"Well, Mr. Potter? We're waiting on you?" His smirk only grew as Harry remained silent. "You don't know?" He asked, obvious fake shock in his voice. "I see. Well then," he turned his back on Harry and faced the board. "Best start paying attention, Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor."
X-x-X
Harry found himself looking down at the Mark throughout the day. Sometimes it was there, red and pulsing, others his skin was smooth and unmarked. He was starting to become uneasy about this entire ordeal. He couldn't concentrate at all, during any of his classes.
Minerva McGonagall watched the young raven haired Gryffindor during his Transfiguration class. He seemed far more stressed that he should have. It was true, yes, that Harry wasn't always totally there in classes. Daydreaming, planning out the next Quidditch game, figuring out how he could possibly cheat on his next test. But no, today was different. Harry almost seemed scared to her.
"Potter," she addressed him as she stopped to survey his work. The cup he was meant to be transfiguring into a bird wasn't going well. So far, he hand managed to give the silver cup a green finish and silver wings. Harry looked up at her, a tired expression across his face. "Potter, I would like you to see the Headmaster after class." Harry opened his mouth to protest, when Professor McGonagall shook her head. "Please, Potter. I'm sure Professor Dumbledore can help you with whatever is troubling you."
Harry blinked several times before nodding. Maybe she was right. Maybe Dumbledore could help him. After all, it was worth a shot, and Dumbledore was always there for Harry if the boy needed him.
Harry sighed as he stood slowly at the end of class. What was he going to tell Dumbledore? That he thought he was losing his mind? He glanced at his arm again and ran a hand gently over the surface. It was back again. He swallowed hard. Fear rose in his chest and wrapped around his lungs, making it hard to breath. What was he going to tell Dumbledore?
Alexis: "Well, glad that's over!" [Dusts off hands
Luke: "You didn't like writing it?"
Alexis: "Of course I did, but it was just such a boring chapter to write."
Luke:"Aren't all first chapters that way?"
Alexis:"Good point…" [pokes fingers together
Hey all, I'm sorry I haven't been writing. I suppose I owe you all an apology, even though only one or two people have even bothered to read my stuff. I guess my excuse for not being on is well, I've been rewriting the first few chapters of Ember to Flame, I've had writers block, there've been family issues, and, well, my inspiration's gone. I had to put my cat down during the summer, so writing's just been hard for me. I hope you can understand.
Please don't forget about me just yet, guys.
--Alexis