Afraid of the Dark
Written by LJP
Disclaimer: All characters contained in this story belong to J.K. Rowling, may she do with them what we all wish. I am merely borrowing them all for the sole purpose of allowing them to do what I want for once. I promise to return them fully intact upon completion. Thank you for your time and attention.
Summary: It’s time for the initation.
Date Began: September 25, 2002
Date Finished: Still a work in progress.
The Prologue
The girl looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her dress robes were deep blue, with matching cloak of the softest velour. The dress underneath was only a fraction of a shade lighter, and it was fitted to her every curve. The neckline was low, allowing for the show of the soft swells of the tops of her breasts above the silk. The dress swirled around her ankles in layers of fabric. Her cloak covered her, and she pulled the silver clasp together at her neck, hiding what was beneath. Now there was no way to tell where one color began and one ended.
Her long auburn locks fell in curly tendrils along her back.
She pursed her lips together, satisfied at the stark contrast between the paleness of her skin and the blood red on her lips. Her eyes sparkled, matching the shade of her apparel.
Moving quickly, she reached for the necklace and pendant laying on the wood next to her. It was a silver chain, with a large sapphire, practically identical to the color of her gown, hanging from it. She lifted the necklace and wrapped it around her neck, clasping it under her long hair.
Then, the girl pulled her hood up to cover her hair.
She swallowed hard as she moved her hand to touch the sapphire. As soon as she felt the cold jem under her fingertips, the world shifted and swirled around her. She disappeared.
***
"Are you almost ready to go?"
He looked up to find his father looming in the open doorway. "Yes, father."
"I do hope you are not having doubts about this."
He shook his head. "No, father."
His father merely nodded stiffly. "I expect to see you in the foyer in no more than ten minutes. Otherwise I will assume you have backed down. The Dark Lord will not be pleased in that case."
"No, father."
Then he was gone.
He looked up at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing his best dress robes, black on black. His cloak was draped over his bed, waiting for him to wrap it around his shoulders. He reached up to touch his hair. He hated his hair; hated the way it was styled. It was blond, slicked back, almost molded against his head. It made him look like a ... what was that annoying little rodent he had been unfortunate enough to be turned into ... yes, it made him look like a ferret.
But there wasn’t time to change anything right now. It was time to go.
Suddenly, he was across the room, his cloak in hand. He pulled it on, covering himself, and lifted the hood over his head.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and disappeared out of the room.
***
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