Prophecies 10:  Strange Days

 

 

He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he stared at the words written on the old faded paper. He glanced briefly at his watch…her other last gift she gave him…1:32 am. He looked across the table at his cousin whose eyes moved quickly from left to right, then turned a page.

 

“Have you found anything on this pendent yet?” Harry asked dejectedly as he ran his hand threw his messy hair.

 

“Hell, are you kidding me, there are over 100,000 books in this library and only ten have anything to say about that friggin thing…all the same…very rare, very precious and only two known in existence, We need a bigger library…” Dudley mumbled as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

 

“You sounded just like her…That’s what Mione would say…” Harry said softly with a reminiscing smile on his lips.

 

“What would she do then?” Dudley asked with a grin.

 

“Probably not what I’m thinking that’s for sure….I can hear her now… “Harry, are you’re mad, how do expect to leave with out getting caught” Harry said in a shrill high- pitched voice very much like his former best friend. Dudley laughed hysterically before choking out

 

“Road Trip?” He questioned with raised brows.

 

“Yes, we’ll leave Ron a note to cover for us...Knockturn Alley?” Harry asked quickly as he stood up and gathered his books and shoved them unceremoniously into his bag.

 

“Ya, Devin’s and Derrick’s…If any store will have books on that necklace that’ll be it.” Dudley said as he shouldered his bag and pushed his chair in at the table. The common room was quiet, littered with parchment and quills. Harry knew as soon as the coast was clear Dobby would be here to clean the mess made by the students. They got upstairs Harry scribbled a quick note to his friend. Grabbed his broom and stole quietly out of the room. He checked his pockets to make sure he had the map and his wand and followed his cousin back down to the common room. They both turned and rapped each other on the head…the cracked egg feeling flowing threw him. They slipped quietly out of the common room and into the darken hall. Harry pulled out the map and checked it…Peeves was in the 3^rd floor corridor doing god knew what. Snape was in the dudgeon and Filch was in the Astronomy tower presumably yelling at Terry Boot and Amanda Hugandkiss as he saw their names as well.

 

“Guess who Filch is busting….Terry Boot and Amanda Hugandkiss…Isn’t he going with Susan Bones?” Harry said with a snicker as they made there way down the halls to the front doors.

 

“If they were a doubt they will anymore…Idiot if you ask me…Susan’s too good for him anyway…” Dudley said scantily.

“Which reminds me…What’s up with you not hooking up with anyone? Girls talk about you all the time…I know they ask you out yet you always say no. There’s not something you keeping from me?” Harry said as the reached the front doors and stood in front of them.

 

“Ya, I’m a fag, haven’t you figured it out yet…everyone else has…” Dudley said he open the door quickly and slipped out quietly. Harry following suit before say in stunned amazement

 

“You’re shitting me right…you’re not really?” Harry stopped not sure how to continue.

 

“Sorry cous, but Ya I am…have been for awhile now…” Dudley said casual as they rounded the greenhouses and stopped putting his camouflaged finger to his lips.

 

“Well, that’s…” Harry trailed off a look of stunned awe on his angular face. Dudley tapped him on the head took one look at his face and busted out in tearful laughter that he held in so the sound would not carrying threw out the quiet grounds. The moon hidden; the air cold and their breaths steamed lightly, the stars not visible because of the dark clouds that moved silently in the night sky.

 

“I’m kidding, but it was worth seeing the look on your face, absolutely priceless…” Dudley grinned as he tapped his head again swung a leg over his broom and before Harry could, respond kicked off the hard ground and began to fly…

 

It would be four long hours later, before Harry could get his answer. They landed softly on the roof of the Leaky Cauldron.

 

“So who is she then…” Harry asked picking up the conversation they had left off earlier.

 

“You’ll think I’m crazy…” Dudley mumbled as he tapped his head and reappeared again, Harry doing the same.

 

“I already know your crazy…So who is it…some Hufflepuff 1^st year?” Harry said as he pulled a vile out of his cloak pocket before downing it in one gulp. He at once felt as if he were melting. Then suddenly the feeling stopped.

 

“Regina…” Dudley said quietly as he stooped to retie his already laced boot.

 

“My god…why…?” Harry asked incredulously eyes wide, the earlier statement much easier to handle.

 

“I don’t know, I think about her all the time. I just feel this driving need to help her, be there for her, I felt this since the moment I saw her. I keep listening to you talking about Hermione, and Ron about Luna and I think why couldn’t I have fallen for a nice girl like that, why her, The Queen of Darkness…” Dudley said as he shook his head and looked up at him with eyes filled with hope and pain.

 

“Well…um…Good luck I guess. Maybe there a really nice person underneath all that vicious sarcasm.”  Harry said genially with a smile.

 

“I don’t think so…” Dudley said with a grin as he shook his head and downed a vile of light blue potion as well…His appearance changing as well. Dudley’s pale blue were now black the hair shorter and darker blonde-haired person, the body fuller, muscular. Harry as well, hair lighter more like light-brown, the scar gone, glasses unneeded, and body fuller and taller. They walked quietly down the fire escape and around the front of the build. Both pulling the hoods over there head as they walked threw the empty bar and to the door in the back. Harry pulled out his wand and tapped the third brick from the left and the entrance appeared seconds later. The sun was just beginning to raise, the black of the night turning pale blue.  They walked quietly down the empty streets Dudley then making a sharp right after Flourish and Blotts into the dark alley, Harry following closely behind. They walked past empty shops filled with daggers and shriveled skulls, past Borgins and Burkes where Harry had the pleasure of spying on Malfoy in his 2^nd year. They walked further in till finally they came to a small shop with a widow display filled with book with titles like The Unforgivables and How to use them and Dark Arts Revealed a rusty sign with silver letter Devin and Derrick next to the wooden door. Dudley pulled the silver snake shaped handle and walked into the shop. They walked into the dusty shop that smelled of old leather, Like Flourish and Blotts books of every color, shape and size lined the walls, but unlike guides to transfiguration and potions brewing, these books dedicated to dark arts and how to use them. Without bother to go the shelves, Dudley walked right to the counter in the back of the store and tapped a silver bell sitting on the counter.  The door behind the counter opened immediately and out walked a man. Tall with faded brown hair and dark blue eyes the man smiled at Dudley and looked at Harry coolly.

 

“Mr. Deblake what a pleasant surprise…how may I be of service to you today?” The man said in a low chilling voice.

 

“I’m looking for a book on magical pendants…” Dudley said in a bored drawling voice, His face showing nothing.

 

“Right this way…may I ask…” The man said as he inclined his head towards Harry.

 

“This is Mr. Signet…Anton this is Lawrence Devin.” Dudley said without further explanation. 

 

“Here we are, is there any pendent in particular?” Lawrence asked coyly.

 

“No, thank you…” Dudley said with a nod as he turned and began leafing threw the book turning his back to shop owner.  Harry leaned over and looked at the book as well. Both stood there quietly reading for several minutes…Neither turning when the bell by the door rang and in walked six people. Five of them in black cloaks, hoods drawn, and the shortest in a cloak of red silk patterned gold dragons shooting flames, the hood drawn as well. However, once in the shop, small white delicate hands pulled the hood back to reveal a startling face. Skin as pale and white as milk; full lips red as blood; high cheek bones; eyes as Brown  framed with inky, curly black lashes and high arched brows; long curly waist length golden brown hair like a toffee. The others drew back hoods as well. Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Gregory Crabbe, were all faces that Harry knew well, but the last and tallest man was unfamiliar, It wasn’t till they spoke that Harry and Dudley turned and at once Harry’s scar began to burn.

 

“Good morning my Lord, how may I be of service to you?” Larry asked hurriedly with wide eyes at the group of people.

 

“None at all, however you can help Clara here find these books she needs…” Riddle said as he handed the awed man a list.

 

“Must you be so disrespectful to him…This is his shop.” Clara said in a chilling, malicious voice as she looked at him. Harry and Dudley edge close to a bookshelf hoping not too be seen, yet at once surprised by the voice both had heard before.

 

“You dare, speak to him about disrespect as you yourself condescend to show him none…how dare you, you filthy little mudblood…” Bella hissed venomously at the girl as she wiped out her wand and pointed it at her chest. Clara stood there defiantly brown eyes cool, lips pressed in a thin line, face quiet expressionless.

 

“Bella, don’t waste your time, There is not a person or being here that is a worthy opponent against her, Besides she’s a teenager, they’re suppose to be like that…”  Tom said casually as he looked at Clara with a faint smile.

 

“Oh I give up…” Bella said angrily as she shook her head. Tom smiled maliciously and when he spoke, it was in a voice filled with gleeful disdain.

 

“Bella never give up, Let me tell you all of you a story about this young witch that stands before you and speaks about disrespect for people. She is at once more powerful then anyone or anything imaginable. Yet she has willfully deceived everyone and anyone in her life. She has cast more memory charms in 16 years then all of us combine in our entire lives. She has willfully lied to the people she claims to love. Besides faking her own death, to let others believe that she was this great and wonderful person. She had relations with her true loves godfather and bore that man a child. She lied quiet casually before she left him and let him believe she would never see her parents again…and lastly she has just sent 25 of his friends’ souls into the eternal fires of the underworld to be replaced with souls of demons. Would you respect a person like that? Would you trust her, love her; want to spend the rest of your life with her?” Tom asked cruelly as he looked at the young witch.

 

“Hell, respect her; I’ll worship her if she did all that…” Bella laughed cruelly as did the others.

 

“We’ll if that’s the case then all of you can leave at once, or you can stay and be placed under the crucio curse…the chose is yours…” Clara said in a voice that chilled one to the bone. The laughter stopped abruptly.

 

“Master…” Bella asked inquiringly.

 

“You heard her…” Tom said softly. He leaned down, kissed her on the cheek, and with several loud cracks they disapperated. Harry and Dudley stood still as stone as they heard footsteps coming closer to them both watched as if in slow motion as she walked closer to them, then with a wave of her arm it was as if everything froze and before they could react she was standing before them.

 

“It your innocence that going to get you killed Harry, Don’t be a fool, join him or he will kill you…” Clara said evenly as she looked at him with those cold brown eyes. Before he could respond, she leaned up and kissed him on the lips. Then just as quickly, she was gone. Both looked down and saw a letter on the floor, with out thinking both bent to pick it up, and then felt a familiar jerk behind their navels as they where whisked away in a whirl of color and wind.

 

 

Three Days Grace - (I Hate) Everything about You

 

 

 

      every time we lie awake

      after every hit we take

      every feeling that I get

      but I haven't missed you yet

      every room-mate kept awake

      by every silent scream we make

      all the feelings that I get

      but I still don't miss you yet

 

      only when I stop to think about it

 

      I hate everything about you

      why do I love you

      I hate everything about you

      why do I love you

 

      every time we lie awake

      after every hit we take

      every feeling that I get

      but I haven't missed you yet

 

 

      only when I stop to think about it

 

      I hate everything about you

      why do I love you

      I hate everything about you

      why do I love you

 

      only when I stop to think about you,

      I know

      only when you stop to think about me,

      do you know

 

      I hate everything about you

      why do I love you

      you hate everything about me

      why do you love me

 

      I hate

      you hate

      I hate

      you love me

 

      I hate everything about you

      why do I love you