04-25-2017, 11:29 PM
Harry Potter floated a few feet above the waters of The Vasty Deep on his surfboard, trying to clear his head. All morning he could hear a familiar whisper in the back of his mind, but it was not until mid-afternoon that he heard the telepathic voice of Tom Riddle.
"Hello, Harry," said Tom, somewhere in the Pale Moors. "We have a problem."
***
Jeremy the Blue Melee Minion was alone in his dark apartment in Costa Del Sol, drinking. His bright blue hair was pulled back behind his ears, and he held a bloody rag to his swollen face.
He did not notice his door creak open, or the shadowy figure that stepped inside.
***
"I investigated some rumors," continued Tom. "That a grave had been defiled." Tom hesitated. "My muggle father's grave."
Harry's blood went cold.
"When I arrived," Tom said, his voice dull. "I was ambushed."
***
Jeremy snored lightly in his chair as the figure crept closer and produced a wand.
***
"We dueled," said Tom. "She was amazing. I was better, but she was...amazing. Better than anything I had ever heard about her."
A surge of righteous anger from Harry. Tom seemed to humble somewhat.
"I won, but she got a piece of me. Literally; she took a few fingers, grabbed them, and fled," said Tom neutrally.
***
Jeremy opened his eyes.
"Imperio," said a voice lazily.
Jeremy straightened up.
***
"It must have been her, Harry," Tom said earnestly. "I've never met her, but I've heard of her. It MUST have been."
Harry nodded. It must have been her. And it must have been Harry who created her, subconsciously.
"She only needs one more thing now, Harry, and she knows how to get it."
***
"Hello little soldier," said the husky voice. "Get up and get your weapon."
Jeremy rose jerkily to his feet and grabbed his sword form his scabbard. He had a glassy look to his blue eyes.
"I need you to find someone for me," the voice urged.
***
"Bloody right she does," said Harry, his bright green eyes narrowed. He sits on his surfboard, and begins to Summon something.
"Harry," echoed Tom's telepathic voice. "Harry, don't do this. I'm warning you so you DON'T fall into her trap. The risk is too high; your blood is all she needs to complete the ritual and unleash Voldemort upon the Omniverse."
A Firebolt coalesced out of OM into Harry's hands, the racing broom as light and aerodynamic as he remembered. He jumped on angrily, abandoning the comfortable yet slow surfboard.
"The risk is high enough with HER loose in the Omniverse!" Harry says and he pushes Tom from his mind and takes off.
***
"Yeah, no problem," came the slurred response from the Jeremy the Blue Melee Minion. "Who you looking for?"
Bellatrix Lestrange smiled.
"Marla."
"Hello, Harry," said Tom, somewhere in the Pale Moors. "We have a problem."
***
Jeremy the Blue Melee Minion was alone in his dark apartment in Costa Del Sol, drinking. His bright blue hair was pulled back behind his ears, and he held a bloody rag to his swollen face.
He did not notice his door creak open, or the shadowy figure that stepped inside.
***
"I investigated some rumors," continued Tom. "That a grave had been defiled." Tom hesitated. "My muggle father's grave."
Harry's blood went cold.
"When I arrived," Tom said, his voice dull. "I was ambushed."
***
Jeremy snored lightly in his chair as the figure crept closer and produced a wand.
***
"We dueled," said Tom. "She was amazing. I was better, but she was...amazing. Better than anything I had ever heard about her."
A surge of righteous anger from Harry. Tom seemed to humble somewhat.
"I won, but she got a piece of me. Literally; she took a few fingers, grabbed them, and fled," said Tom neutrally.
***
Jeremy opened his eyes.
"Imperio," said a voice lazily.
Jeremy straightened up.
***
"It must have been her, Harry," Tom said earnestly. "I've never met her, but I've heard of her. It MUST have been."
Harry nodded. It must have been her. And it must have been Harry who created her, subconsciously.
"She only needs one more thing now, Harry, and she knows how to get it."
***
"Hello little soldier," said the husky voice. "Get up and get your weapon."
Jeremy rose jerkily to his feet and grabbed his sword form his scabbard. He had a glassy look to his blue eyes.
"I need you to find someone for me," the voice urged.
***
"Bloody right she does," said Harry, his bright green eyes narrowed. He sits on his surfboard, and begins to Summon something.
"Harry," echoed Tom's telepathic voice. "Harry, don't do this. I'm warning you so you DON'T fall into her trap. The risk is too high; your blood is all she needs to complete the ritual and unleash Voldemort upon the Omniverse."
A Firebolt coalesced out of OM into Harry's hands, the racing broom as light and aerodynamic as he remembered. He jumped on angrily, abandoning the comfortable yet slow surfboard.
"The risk is high enough with HER loose in the Omniverse!" Harry says and he pushes Tom from his mind and takes off.
***
"Yeah, no problem," came the slurred response from the Jeremy the Blue Melee Minion. "Who you looking for?"
Bellatrix Lestrange smiled.
"Marla."
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