Harry Potter A Hellish Imprint
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Firenze watched the crimson figure stand before the shade.
The stars had spoken, and he had listened to their guidance while choosing to observe a moment in history rather than merely viewing the results.
Tonight it was happening, the king, the warrior, and the keeper of the dead all hung high above, seeming to roar in challenge at this moment.
Eternal twilight spoken in only as a lord of death and blood could enunciate.
When the stars spoke, they did not hint and taunt as the lady trapping herself in the tower, running far and wide with her sanity challenged by the visions and Cassandras Curse while the mortal means to control the divine power did their own damage to a fragile mind. However, they sang in riddles that give hints and advice for what was to come and only the wisest could ever discern those truths declared from the heavens.
The death of an innocent called forth a confrontation of two predators, something the part of him that came from the runners of the wild plain knew and feared, while event he man could see the risks and dangers of these titans waiting for the other to give ground.
Risks and rewards, to break up the fight could cause them both to turn on him upon his appearance, one could spook and the other attack, or both could break from the intrusion.
The wraith of the serpent lord flinched, almost as if it had gazed into the abyss of death itself as the laugh of nightmares and the lunatics smile bore the fangs of the unknown.
Destiny and fate shuddered as the stars sang a nightmarish mix of a coronation march and dirge at the crowning of the one it called the No Life King.
The stars had spoken, and he had listened to their guidance while choosing to observe a moment in history rather than merely viewing the results.
Tonight it was happening, the king, the warrior, and the keeper of the dead all hung high above, seeming to roar in challenge at this moment.
Eternal twilight spoken in only as a lord of death and blood could enunciate.
When the stars spoke, they did not hint and taunt as the lady trapping herself in the tower, running far and wide with her sanity challenged by the visions and Cassandras Curse while the mortal means to control the divine power did their own damage to a fragile mind. However, they sang in riddles that give hints and advice for what was to come and only the wisest could ever discern those truths declared from the heavens.
The death of an innocent called forth a confrontation of two predators, something the part of him that came from the runners of the wild plain knew and feared, while event he man could see the risks and dangers of these titans waiting for the other to give ground.
Risks and rewards, to break up the fight could cause them both to turn on him upon his appearance, one could spook and the other attack, or both could break from the intrusion.
The wraith of the serpent lord flinched, almost as if it had gazed into the abyss of death itself as the laugh of nightmares and the lunatics smile bore the fangs of the unknown.
Destiny and fate shuddered as the stars sang a nightmarish mix of a coronation march and dirge at the crowning of the one it called the No Life King.
Severus Snape tried to force himself to relax while pouring himself another drink before tossing the glass bottle into the bin of shattered glass in the corner, nearly overflowing with similar debris.
His own plans for the years that the Potter boy would be in Hogwarts had ended up in the scrap heap since their first meeting when he caught a glimpse of just what kind of monster had entered the school.
Originally, the potions master had hoped that the brat would be more inclined to take after his mother and remain in the background until he could ensure that he wouldn't be in any more of the potions classes for his last few years, and then he'd never have to deal with him again.
The images glimpsed in that mind horrified him, and while his father, at least when combined with his friends, was a menace, the boy was a dangerous monster.
And now it became semi-public knowledge that the Boy-Who-Lived was capable of torture and cold blooded killings, though there was nothing that could legally be done about it.
The legality of the Tri-Wizard Tournament opened some nasty doors and several historical ones had ended with one contestant outright killing others. During each of the tasks nothing was forbidden, and they could do what they required to win.
He'd read the accounts of how the last one ended, and it wasn't a pretty thought.
Of the three tasks, the last one was always a labyrinth for all of the contestants at once, however Drago Malfoy, a distant ancestor of his godson, had used the killing curse on one of his opponents before raping the other before driving the poor girl to insanity letting him win by default.
Nothing could be done then, and even less could be done now.
Hell, until the cup was handed to the judges, the task wasn't over. The other contestants could still fight it out to take the cup on the way out and the portkey those fools had made just gave the demon more toys to play with.
At least the crimson clad beast had deigned to leave the other students be, something that he had apparently not even considered. Not that any of the other three would dare cross the devils path to begin with.
Snape downed the glass before rummaging through his desk for something stronger.
His own plans for the years that the Potter boy would be in Hogwarts had ended up in the scrap heap since their first meeting when he caught a glimpse of just what kind of monster had entered the school.
Originally, the potions master had hoped that the brat would be more inclined to take after his mother and remain in the background until he could ensure that he wouldn't be in any more of the potions classes for his last few years, and then he'd never have to deal with him again.
The images glimpsed in that mind horrified him, and while his father, at least when combined with his friends, was a menace, the boy was a dangerous monster.
And now it became semi-public knowledge that the Boy-Who-Lived was capable of torture and cold blooded killings, though there was nothing that could legally be done about it.
The legality of the Tri-Wizard Tournament opened some nasty doors and several historical ones had ended with one contestant outright killing others. During each of the tasks nothing was forbidden, and they could do what they required to win.
He'd read the accounts of how the last one ended, and it wasn't a pretty thought.
Of the three tasks, the last one was always a labyrinth for all of the contestants at once, however Drago Malfoy, a distant ancestor of his godson, had used the killing curse on one of his opponents before raping the other before driving the poor girl to insanity letting him win by default.
Nothing could be done then, and even less could be done now.
Hell, until the cup was handed to the judges, the task wasn't over. The other contestants could still fight it out to take the cup on the way out and the portkey those fools had made just gave the demon more toys to play with.
At least the crimson clad beast had deigned to leave the other students be, something that he had apparently not even considered. Not that any of the other three would dare cross the devils path to begin with.
Snape downed the glass before rummaging through his desk for something stronger.
Harry sat there watching the fire dance before him as he absentmindedly peeled a blood orange with one hand for Carmilla while tossing a glass like object in the other.
The bat sat there on the armrest, crouched and watching the fruit as its juices dribbled crimson droplets upon the carpet.
A pause to discard the husk and split the fruit, the smaller creature launched itself to nab the morsel in midair and take up position upon the end table.
Moving the remaining item into that hand, revealing not a drop of bloody red marred the glove while the item held something deep inside.
"My dear," he said softly, rising to his feet and gliding across the room with nary a motion, appearing almost ghostly as he flowed from place to place, "I believe that you may find this interesting."
Leaning down in what could almost be construed as a mock bow, he placed the item in the hand of the young blond he found so amusing.
A deeper glance at the material, a nearly transparent mix holding what was contained within in almost frozen time. A beetle with unusual facial markings reminiscent of glasses.
The bat sat there on the armrest, crouched and watching the fruit as its juices dribbled crimson droplets upon the carpet.
A pause to discard the husk and split the fruit, the smaller creature launched itself to nab the morsel in midair and take up position upon the end table.
Moving the remaining item into that hand, revealing not a drop of bloody red marred the glove while the item held something deep inside.
"My dear," he said softly, rising to his feet and gliding across the room with nary a motion, appearing almost ghostly as he flowed from place to place, "I believe that you may find this interesting."
Leaning down in what could almost be construed as a mock bow, he placed the item in the hand of the young blond he found so amusing.
A deeper glance at the material, a nearly transparent mix holding what was contained within in almost frozen time. A beetle with unusual facial markings reminiscent of glasses.