Brown Sun, Blue Moon, Black Star

[hanz_aka_ginny]

here's my new fic! it's about...well...i'm not gonna tell you!! You'll have to read it to find out!!

Brown Sun, Blue Moon, Black Star

CHAPTER 1



Silence.

It echoed around the room like a whisper in a cave. It bounced of the walls and rolled over the cold stone floor.

Silence.

It was deafening. There was nothing else. Just silence. Like a weed, it was everywhere and still growing.

Silence.

In the corner of the room was a tattered black curtain. It swayed slightly, revealing a black nothingness behind.

Silence.

Here were shelves with prophecies on them, rows upon rows of them. Cabinets full of time turners and other strange things in different shapes and sizes.

Silence.

Then there was movement.

In another room was somebody moving about. It wore dark blue robes and was moving steadily towards the room. Its wand was drawn, shaking slightly, but soon steadied.

The footsteps rang out, banishing the silence for a split second at every step, before it was overcome by the silence even more.

The robes billowed out, revealing the flat black shoes. As its arms swung, the sleeves flew up over the small hands. Delicate and skilled, they flexed and the fingers wriggled. It halted.

Silence.

Its head turned this way and that, trying to sense the surroundings.

Silence.

The person set off again, through the door it had come through. As the door shut behind the figure, the room that it went into span vigorously before stopping once again. Any stranger to this place would be completely lost, but whoever this person was, was no stranger. It walked straight ahead to another one of the many doors. Silently, it took a bunch of keys out of its robes. The key that was chosen was no ordinary key. It was in the shape of the moon and was coloured a dark blue. It was unique. You could copy the shape of the key, but the owner of that key was the only person who could enchant it to be able to unlock that door.

As it slotted into the crescent shaped slot, it shone a bright blue and the door disappeared with the strange figure. The light went, and all was dark.

Silence.

Nothing. No sign of life. Nothing to be seen. Nothing to be heard. The night was still once more.

Hours later, the light shone again. The figure reappeared in a halo of blue light, causing the room to spin once more.

Yet again, it walked to a door. No key was needed, it just swung open. It was the same room as before, the cabinets and shelves. But something was wrong.

The brisk footsteps stopped. The invisible eyes searched. The highly trained ears listened. The curtain was swaying more vigorously than before. The pictures hanging were walking around their frames, muttering to themselves, restless. For absolutely no reason at all, the time turners kept smashing and re-smashing. The figure turned around, worried.

Somebody was there.




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CHAPTER 2


Slowly, the figure walked towards the direction of the noise. Gliding softly across the cold stone floor, it made its way to where the scuffing was coming from.

The figure stood with its back to one of the prophecy shelves, ready to jump around the corner to ambush the intruder. It stood as still as a statue; as silent as screaming nothingness; as alert as a cat trying to stalk a mouse. A predator.

Silence.

Silence until the intruder took a footstep. A footstep that echoed throughout the entire room. It bounced off every surface and came rolling back to the silent figure.

It jumped around the corner, ready to attack. The mysteriously cloaked person was expecting a Death Eater or some other evil follower of Lord Voldemort; standing tall and ready to fight. But no, instead there was someone leaning against the shelves, muttering nonsense under his breath. It had black hair which was quite long. It was greasy and hung over his face like limp rat’s tails. His face, once handsome, was worn and rugged. His eyes were tired and pained. His breath was thin and rattling. He wore grey rags; a torn shirt and trousers. He was barefoot and his entire body was black from all the dirt. He had scratches all over his body; his arms and legs were bruised and his eye had a scar running down straight through the middle. Wherever he had come from, it had not been a pretty place. Another crucial thing it recognised as that he had no wand.

Was he a muggle that had just found its way in here? No, that was one thing it could be sure about. When he looked up, although his eyes were old and tired, there was a spark that could only come by using magic.

Was he dangerous? The figure used its powers to probe into the mind of the man. No, he had great power, power enough to wipe out the whole world. An immense power caused by a build of anger, betrayal and lost love. But this power was not intended for harm. He could be dangerous, but right now, could barely hurt a fly.

The figure stepped towards the man, putting its wand down. He shrank back from the approaching person. He whimpered from fright and pain. What was happening? How did he get here? Why was he here? ...what was here?

Seeing that it was distressing the man, the figure took off its hood and a bright light filled the entire room. Blue flooded over everything, nothing was spared. As soon as it had come, it disappeared again.

The person who had taken off its hood blinked.

Without the hood, you could clearly see that ‘it’ was a woman.

She blinked again.

Her eyes were huge and were a pale but strong blue and hung like orbs in the middle. They had a very distinct black outline which brought a sense of mysteriosity to them. Her lips were blood red and quite plump. Her skin was pale, but not pale pink. It was a pale olive colour, a light tanned brown.

She reached up and flicked back her soft dark hair. It was a deep chocolate brown with a hint of black and an indigo sheen. It reflected in the light of her wand creating reflections all over the room, like a mirror.

“Who are you?” her voice was soft and calming, contrasting slightly with her unusual looks.

The man did not answer.

“Who are you?” she repeated soothingly.

“I-I don’t know,” he hung his head in shame.

“Don’t worry. Can you remember anything? Anything at all?”

He strained; his face screwed up in concentration, his nose wrinkled, his eyes closed. You could almost hear the cogs turning in his mind. Finally he shook his head and gave out a long moan.

“AAAARRGGHH,” he screamed and dropped to his knees.

The woman hurried over to him. She put her cloak around his shoulders and rocked him like a baby.

“Don’t worry, shush now,” she crooned on the cold stone floor. He just wailed harder. He cried harder and harder until his wailing was so loud that both he and she were in danger of being found.

Not knowing what else to do, she sang. She sang a lullaby taught to her at birth. The only thing she remembered from her mother. The song she swore she would never sing; the lullaby:


‘Hush now my baby,
Dry those tears,
With my help
We can banish your fears.

As the stars burn bright,
As the wind will blow,
We’ll cast our spell
And the devils will go.

Hush now my baby,
You, teddy and me,
We’ll fight those fears,
So they will all flee.’


As she sang, time went by. And as time went by, his crying started to waver. Soothed by her angelic voice, he started to concentrate less on weeping and more on her. Her voice was the song of an angel bird. It had so much depth and carried so much emotion. Its quality was pure and its tones could only soothe him. He began to notice where he was; in her arms, being cradled. As he gazed at her more and more, the wailing started to cease.


‘When you’re here,
Lying in my arms,
There’s one thing I can promise to you,
You’ll come to no harm.’


Silence.

The singing stopped. There was no longer any crying. The man broke out of her embrace in a daze.

“Are you ok now?” she asked, still nearly singing. He nodded his head, but catching sight of his scratched arm made him stop.

“What happened?” he asked in a voice quite unlike the one he had been murmuring in earlier. This voice was rich, but had a gruff edge.

“I was hoping you could tell me that!” she stood up and walked to the shelf opposite him. She turned her head, “you appear here seemingly from nowhere.”

He looked up at her and took in her awesome presence. It wasn’t her beauty that intrigued him, it was her aura. It was full of mystery; secrets that would never be revealed, stories that would never be told. He stood up and walked towards her.

She carried on. “There’s no way you could have found yourself here by accident; its impossible!”

He listened to what she had to say, at the same time, taking in his surroundings.

“For one thing, you have to have a wand, which you clearly don’t!”

‘Were they prophecies behind her?’

“And there are always guards!”

‘Were they time-turners over there?’

“It’s beyond me how you could ever get this far!”

‘Was that a veil flapping?’

“I should report you. Take you to see the minister, but something tells me that you don’t mean any harm. Something tells me that I’m going to need you. I'm right aren’t I?”

But he was not listening anymore. He was starting to remember…

[hanz_aka_ginny]

posted chapter twice

[hanz_aka_ginny]

here it is! finally!!...maybe you'll find out names...


CHAPTER 3


“Crucio!”

“AAARRRGGGHHH!” He dropped to his knees in pain.

“You should have known better than to cross me!” There stood a skeleton with skin stretched across the bone. He wore a black cloak which flowed behind him like a river of death. His bald head glinted in the green light from his wand. He opened his eyelash less eyes to reveal sparkling rubies. They were the eyes of a devil, the eyes of Lord Voldemort. “You cannot double-cross me and get away with it. You shall be punished! But…if you apologise now, if you complete the task I set for you…your pain shall be lessened."

The man on the floor pushed his weak body up of the floor, his dark hair hung limply over his dark eyes. Shakily he stood, breathing heavily and clutching his bloody arm, he spat, “Never!”

“Pardon?” Lord Voldemort’s red eyes glinted dangerously.

“I would never do that for you. I’m not a traitor like my brother I could never do what you’re asking me to do.” He spat at Lord Voldemort’s feet and simultaneously blocked his mind to stop the waves of pain Voldemort was trying to send over.

“So you dare defy me? You would do well as a Death Eater, but we’d have to knock some of that spirit out of you.”

“Don’t say those words to me. Whatever house I was put in at school and whatever house anybody thinks I should be in, I am a Gryffindor through and through.”

“Aaahh, but don’t you see? This bravery you’re showing is not from my ancestor’s friend, Gryffindor, oh no! It’s from my ancestor Salazar. There is a slight difference between bravery and courage. I like to see courage as a very arrogant way of getting a job done; bravery however, is sneakier!”

“NO!” he shouted before calming down. “The power enabling me to stand here before you is from good not evil.”

“CRUCIO!” The wave of Lord Voldemort’s anger hit him with a blast. The man was flung backwards into one of the prophecy shelves.

With a sudden crash, all of the prophecies on the row he fell on, smashed and hundreds of shadowy figures rose up and started to chant the prophecies before wisping away in a non-existent wind.

The man got up again, the curse released. He rasped, “If you get angry, we’ll be found, and I think we both know who’ll come off worse from that.”

“Nonsense, this is the department of mysteries, no one will…”

“Wh-who’s there?” asked an unfamiliar woman’s voice. Her footsteps drew closer and closer until she was facing them.

“RUN!” the man shouted, but it was too late. Voldemort had found a way to her and was circling her like a vulture.

“Now?” he asked softly. “What’s your name?”

The woman flinched at the sight of him, and when she realised he was talking to her, she nearly broke down in tears. She mumbled something, frightened.

“Pardon?” Voldemort asked.

“V-v-vee,” she stuttered.

“Well Vee, if my dear friend here doesn’t do what he’s told,” he paused, “you will die.”

She let out a small scream, but was quickly muted by Voldemort's cruel hand.

“Why don’t you use magic?” the man asked in a hushed voice.

“It’s more fun not to,” he replied with an evil smile. Coming back to the situation at hand Lord Voldemort spoke again. “Well? What’s it going to be?”

“I’m sorry,” is all he said before apparating out of the room. Screaming in frustration, Lord Voldemort shot a blue jet at Vee, who froze in an ice casing before shattering into millions of pieces.

She was dead.
***

The man sat bolt upright, sweating. After the department of mysteries earlier that night, he had that vision twice more. The woman had taken him up here, to this bed and had promised to come and see him later.

He stood up, shaking slightly and went into the en-suite bathroom. He splashed his face with cold water before taking off his shirt. He stood in front of the full length mirror and examined his unfamiliar body.

All washed, his skin was pale pink and smooth in some places. However, in others, the skin was scarred brutally or cut deeply. There were very few places with untouched skin, in fact there was only one place: his shoulder. It was smooth like a piece of pale silk and was around the same size as a knut. It stuck out against the rest of his body.

He sighed and put his clean shirt back on and thought about that evening.

‘Who was he?’ A question that had been bothering him all evening. The only recollection he had of his old life was that one memory. Before he had explained to her, he had not even remembered who Lord Voldemort was, never mind what task he was supposed to perform in the department of mysteries. She had filled him in on everything that was going on in the wizarding world. It was nearly three years since Lord Voldemort had been reborn, and it had been 17 years since Lord Voldemort had died, all because of Harry Potter; the son of James and Lily Potter.

‘Potter’, the name sounded so familiar. He was sure he knew it well back in his old life. Was he a friend or an enemy? Had they been friends? Harry Potter, for some reason, the name brought up a huge well of emotion. He felt a lump in the back of his throat, there were tears welling in his eyes. Who was he? Why was he feeling like this because of a name he didn’t know?

‘How did you know Vee was killed?’ she had asked him when he had finished. He couldn’t answer that question. How had he known she was dead? He had not apparated…so how? Was he a seer like Professor Trelawny?...

Wait…how did he know that?

Who was Trelawny?

Who was he? Everything he remembered led to more questions and mystery…which all led back to the same thing. Who was he?

He looked at himself in the mirror once more through sparkling eyes. His face was so tired. His eyes felt so old. His unknown nose protruded slightly from his face. His plump lips lay apart slightly. As he turned on the electric lamp beside him, he noticed colour begin to seep out from the shadows.

His eyes twinkled like stars from distant galaxy. They were sliver except for the pupil and a black ring that was creeping towards the center as the light flickered.

A sudden noise at the door made him turn quickly around.

There she stood, her hair blowing in the slight breeze, her eyes glowing blue and her hands on her hips. “Come with me.”

[hanz_aka_ginny]

ok i know...its nearly been two months and i swear i will write you all a full apology if you want...but one thing led to another....and you see what happened - nothing. And i'm afraid this post is a filler...but it is important....and ginger....this'll get ya thinking!


Who was he?

She walked with him.

What was he doing here?

She walked along the dank, dark corridor with him.

Where had he come from?

She walked along the dark, dank corridor to a place she knew better than the back of her hand, with him.

Why was he here?

She walked along the dank, dark twisting corridor, which turned more and more into a maze with every footstep, to a place she knew better than life itself, with him trailing reluctantly behind her.

How did he get here?

She paused. These questions kept running through her mind. Anything she asked him just made the puzzle more intricate, and instead of lessening the questions, the answers created more. But amidst all of this confusion, he seemed familiar.

“Why have we stopped?” he asked, snapping her back to reality.

“We’re here.” She replied softly and led him through the brass door in front.

***

Something growled from the shadows, a low grumbling noise that was growing louder and louder. It was so loud that the prophecies started to shake and the glass faces of time turners started smashing.

From beneath the prophecy shelves came fragments of a shadow. They drifted out slowly, like wisps of charcoal smoke. Almost lazily, they started to join, drifting towards each other and coming together with a simple, quick entwinement.

Quite soon, there were big clumps drifting slowly around un-purposefully. As they continued to join, they started to take shape. A small circle, a long thin rectangle with rounded corners. Each clump had its specific shape. There was one clump however, that couldn’t decide what to be. The growling came again, angrier than before, and urged the swirling smoke to form a distorted oval-it was nearly a skull shape.

However the ‘noise’ was still not happy. It let out a roar and each piece inflated and became 3-D. With one more grunt, all the pieces joined together, and a smoky figure emerged.

***

The man blinked a couple of times as he entered the warmly lit room. He looked around and saw a comfy living room with sofas and chairs in a semi-circle around a crackling fire. Around the edge of the room were desks piled high with books and papers, and on the floor there were numerous plush rugs. It all seemed rather ordinary, apart from one thing, which particularly caught his eye.

On one of the desks, he could see a book suspended in mid-air. Hanging off the desk were two small legs, which seemed to give off light.

He stepped onto one of the rugs to get a closer look at this strange creature. As if on cue, the book was magically placed aside and what he saw next intrigued him more than anything that had happened yet.

A small person sat there. Her skin was a beautiful tan colour. She had almond eyes, which were a chocolate brown colour and smiled with gleaming white pearls. Her hair was a deep brown, chocolate waterfall which tumbled down her back in silky curls. She wore a loose brown floaty dress that ended just above her knees. She had small beads around her neck and wrists; they were fiery colours, reds, oranges and yellows.

She stood up on the desk, and for the first time, he noticed the wings. They were beautiful butterfly wings and were a bright yellow. They had a thick brown outline like a frame. Inside the wings was a thinner brown line, also following the wing shape. On the bottom wings there was a dark red circle, which faded into black at the centre, acting as an eye. The top wings had brown streaks running down from the thick edge like paint drips, that also had orange and red flecks, looking like flames. The rest of the wings were just yellow with various white spots.

Her wings started to flutter, slowly at first, but then they sped up until her dainty feet lifted off the ground and she was flying. As she flew closer to him, he noticed that she was about the size of his two index fingers when the nail-tips were touching.

Without realising he whispered, “Who are you people?”

“You’ll find out in good time,” a rich voice filled the room. It was not the voice of the woman from earlier, but the smaller fairylike creature. It was not how he had thought her voice would be, he pictured it to be tinkly and high.

“Sit down,” the blue-eyed woman said, “and we’ll tell you what we know.”



Beta note:I like this story....keeps ya reading...but to be honest its kind of odd...but thats the part that keeps you reading...lol looking forward to the next chapter.



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