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Post by Sylvester Salazar Gaunt on Jul 21, 2011 18:46:46 GMT -6
Alright. So I got this idea just outta the blue, and I wanted to type it up and post it, but I don't want to actually have this happen to my character or Lindz's in the storyline of the site, so I'm posting it here. The following events have no effect on any of the involved characters anywhere outside this thread. This includes IC Box, other threads, etc. It's simply a piece of creative writing that uses characters and other things from this site.
Alright. So I know the end there was kinda rushed, but I've been writing this for a while and wanted to get it finished. Again, this post DOES NOT effect any existing story lines, characters, threads, or anything else. Let me know what you think, though.
This dream was too real. He felt all the pain, all the anger that he knew he would feel should these events happen in real life. Sylvester was watching from above as his sister, the only thing he had left in this world, was tortured by means of the Cruciatus Curse, Sectumsempra, and other spells. Sylvester tried to scream out, to tell her attackers to stop, but he couldn't. He looked around desperately for his wand, but the weapon made from ash wood was no where to be found. He couldn't move, couldn't yell out, and couldn't wake up. Sylvester closed his eyes, unable to watch the nightmare. His vision still flooded by darkness from behind his eyelids, Sylvester heard an incantation."Petrificus Totalus"
But this one was different. This spell wasn't yelled out in anger like the spells of his sister's attackers. Nor was it whimpered like the attempts that Bella was making to fend them off. It was a completely calm voice. Sylvester opened his eyes to see that he was awake. His sister was no where in site, nor were the men that had been torturing her. Instead, Sylvester was staring straight up at the ceiling of his small room afforded to him for being an intern at Hogwarts. However, something was wrong. He still couldn't move. He still couldn't make a noise. A face came into his view as he stared, unmoving, at the ceiling.
"Oi! He's awake."
The face, which he didn't recognize, moved from view just as another came into sight. This one Sylvester did recognize. This man was a member of the Dark Hand, the group that Sylvester had been working with.
"Mornin, sunshine," the voice said in a voice so cold, it would send a chill down the spine of most weaker men. "You disobeyed orders. Now we have orders to bring you to camp."
Sylvester could do nothing more than stare directly ahead of him as the men picked him up and carried him noiselessly through the castle. His vision was blocked mostly by the back of the rather large man that had slung the intern's Petrified body over his shoulder, but Sylvester could see the bodies of prefects and even a teacher that these dark wizards had taken out on during their virtually undetected march to their target.
The men carried him out to the grounds and marched into the Forbidden Forest. Sylvester knew of a place where the trees were too thick to allow the gates to continue, making an opening for anyone to walk in or out of the protective enchantments of the school. After they were well into unclaimed territory, the men Disapperated, taking the still Petrified Sylvester with them.
Sylvester was slung onto the dirt ground of the tent. He was face-down, causing dirt and dust to fly into his nose and mouth. The feeling of having to sneeze came, but he was unable to, the spell still on him. Sylvester heard a small shuffling followed by a voice dismissing his ambush party before Finishing the spell on Sylvester. The sneeze finally made its way out before Sylvester pushed himself up and looked at the man infront of him.
The leader of the Dark Hand was there, looking down at Sylvester as if he was something disgusting.
"Where is his wand?" he asked, looking around at those left in the room with him.
"Here, sir." Sylvester looked over as another man he didn't recognize handed the leader his wand.
The leader held the former Slytherin's wand and expected it as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. "Imperio!" he said after a moment, forcing Sylvester to get to his feet and stand up straight. The curse still on him, the leader began. "I thought I told you to take out the whole town, Gaunt. I told you there were to be no survivors. Why then was the town hardly touched?" Sylvester, still Imperiused, was unable to answer, but that didn't matter, It was a rhetorical question. "I told you what would happen if you disobeyed orders again, Gaunt." The leader snapped his fingers and, in a flash of black smoke, another crony of the Dark Hand appeared, holding what appeared to be a badly beaten Isabella Gaunt.
Anger welled up inside Sylvester unlike he had felt in a very long time. His fury became too great, and he broke free of the Curse upon him. He charged at the leader in blind rage, but was blasted backwards off his feet and sent sprawling across the ground. He was picked up by two large men and forced to stand still and look towards his sister. "Let her go!" he demanded. "Leave Bella out of this! Let her go, dammit!"
The leader simply laughed and pointed his wand down at the barely conscious Bella. "Crucio." Sylvester cried out at the same time as his sister, unable to watch what was happening in front of him. She screamed in pain that was unbarable to most. After several seconds, the leader lifted the curse before turning his wand on Sylvester and casting a spell that put a long gash in his right thigh. A small scream came from him as he fell slightly, only to be pulled upright be the two men holding him. This routine happened several more times, each time Bella's screams becoming weaker as she came closer and closer to dying.
After the fifth cycle, the leader laughed slightly. "There's no need to be so upset Gaunt. She's not even dead.. yet." The leader handed Sylvester's wand (which he had been using the entire time) to another crony and muttered the words "finish it," before vanishing in a stream of black smoke. The man smiled widely and pointed the wand at Bella, his eyes on Sylvester as he said, "Say goodbye, Sylvie." A flash of green light struck Bella, and Sylvester cried out again as his sister moved for the last time.
Sylvester's whole body dropped, and the men holding him up allowed him to fall to the dirt floor. Sylvester stared at the ground beneath him, pain and disbelief and anger all welling up inside of him. Something cracked in him. The ounce of humanity he had left in him was broken. Gone. Killed along with his sister. His arms had been held tightly behind his back as he was held by the men, but he was free now. He reached an open palm towards the man who had his wand, and the Ash stick flew to him. Before anyone could react, both of the men that had previously been holding him were sent flying across the tent to land on the ground fifteen feet away and never move again.
All of the wiazrds in the tent had their wands out at this time and all of them cast various spells and curses at Sylvester in their pointless attempts to stop him. One wave of his wand and four large slabs of earth rose up to protect him from the incantations. The impact of the spells caused the boy's protection to explode, but Sylvester used the dirt and dust that was sent into the air to cast a series of spells and curses, taking down the half a dozen wizards in the tent.
Sylvester flew out of the tent in a flash of black smoke. He flew through the small campsite that was made of a dozen or so tents. Killing Curses and Igniting Spells flew from the smoke that was Sylvester, striking down several more wizards and setting several tents on fire. Flying into the largest tent, Sylvester instantly smited two wizards before turning his wand on the leader and shouting out "CRUCIO!"
The anger that was surging through Sylvester caused the Cruciatus Curse to be even more powerful than usual. The leader screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. The intern twisted his wand as he held the curse on him, causing the pain to intensify. When the pain became to much and the leader passed out, Sylvester lifted the curse and cast Rennervate to wake him up. Lifting the barely conscious leader into the air with magic, Sylvester walked up and stood right in the leader's face, staring him down. "You shouldn't have messed with me," was all that was said before jabbing him in the stomach at the same time he cast Sectumsempra. The leader began to bleed out slowly. Sylvester turned to walk away before turning back and, wand pointed at the barely living leader, shouted out "Avada Kedavra!" The leader was thrown backwards and broke through the canvas of the tent.
Sylvester took off again in a stream of smoke, flying around the camp. Wand pointed towards the tents, the boy cast Fiendfyre, engulfing the entire campsite in the demon flames. Dragons and serpents and dozens of firey beasts raced through the tents, setting all of them ablaze. Sylvester returned to the tent where his sister's body still laid, collapsing to his knees by her side as he did. The boy kneeled over her body, the first real tears for his sister's death running down his cheek and falling onto her face. He pressed his forehead to hers, the tears falling freely now, just as his cursed fire ignited the tent they were in. Sylvester didn't care, however. He had no desire to leave this tent. He would die here in the same place as Bella did. He pressed his lips to her forehead seconds before the fire engulfed them. Sylvester couldn't feel the pain, though. Not the physical pain. His body fell to the side, laying next to hers, as the tent collapsed around them.
Alright. So I know the end there was kinda rushed, but I've been writing this for a while and wanted to get it finished. Again, this post DOES NOT effect any existing story lines, characters, threads, or anything else. Let me know what you think, though.
