WalksInDarkness
Dark Ferret
A Snake in the Heart of Gryffindor Harry Potter sat in an empty classroom, surrounded by various books he had stolen from the Restricted Section of the library. If Dumbledore, or indeed, any of the boy’s mentors could have seen them, they would all have disapproved of his current intention: to become an Animagus.
First of all, he hadn’t had any formal training, and only knew what he did from the books he was reading. Added to that was his lack of supervision; should anything go wrong, it would be hours, perhaps even a day before he could be found and brought to the Hospital Wing or even St. Mungo’s. Most important, he had not told anybody of his endeavor, so should he become stuck in his Animagus form, nobody would know it was he.
Taking a last look at his notes, he prepared himself for the Change. Clearing his mind, he began to breath deeply. Relaxing completely, the boy allowed himself to drift into apathy. Once he was completely in a zone of nothingness, he whispered the charm to himself: Verto.
Nothing happened at first. He allowed the Incantation to become his sole thought. Verto. Still breathing, still deeply relaxed, his mind blank except for the recurring thought of the Incantation: Verto.
With every breath, in and out, the Incantation reverberated in his mind. Slowly, he became enveloped in the Charm. The Essence of the Charm slowly emanated from his Center of Magic, becoming visible as a shimmering pulse of ever-changing silver and gold, slowly weaving about his body.
With practice, he would be able to make the change instantaneously, without a visible Pulse, but for his first attempt, it was actually quite advanced. The Power imbued in the boy as a child from the Dark Lord was still present, and it was this that gave him the abilities he is so well known for.
“Verto,” he whispered again, and the Pulse of Magic surrounding him became brighter, and began to flex in syncopation with his heartbeat.
”Verto!”
Finally, it happened: Harry Potter’s body melted away, and with a flash of light his form was revealed. A copper colored snake fell twisting to the floor.
The snake slithered about on the floor, as Potter’s mind tried to cope with the change. Dark thoughts, devious thoughts, subtle dangerous thoughts invaded his mind, and he began to embrace the side of himself he had thus far not dared even acknowledge.
“Slytherin,” hissed the snake, as Potter finally understanding the fundamental truth about himself. It was not pure, nor was it light, nor was it benign. The darkness had been in Potter’s mind and in his being for so long, lying dormant, waiting for it to be called to the surface.
Plans, good plans began forming in Potter’s new reptilian skull. Yes, yes. The Wizarding world would regret their mockery of his greatness, they would. He would destroy all those who had tried to control and to use him, founding a new Epoch with himself at the head.
Potter’s brain was flooded with a sense of power, and a deep desire for the power that he did not have. Flooded with images of himself at the height of power, he reeled towards the door, intent on destroying those who had kept him in check for so long.
“Dumbledore,” he hissed, in the subtly beautiful hiss that was Parseltongue. “Him first.”
Potter slithered out of the room, and began to make his way towards the Headmaster’s office. But his plans were not to be realized.
Professor Snape was patrolling the halls when he saw the serpent advancing. A quick Revelatio spell ensured that he knew what had happened, and that he had to stop it. Potter was now at his most powerful and most vulnerable state; those who sit the highest topple easiest.
Stepping towards the snake, he stamped on its head, killing it instantaneously.
Victorious, Snape drew his wand, and incanted, “Verto.”
The light enveloped the snake, and it transformed into Potter, as he had been at the last transformation- except for the fact that he was irretrievably dead. Dead without a mark on his body.
Professor Snape smiled languidly and re-sheathed his wand. Quickly hiding his smile, he went to raise the alarm. After all, it was imperative that Dumbledore not suspect him, not his loyalty to his true Master, Lord Voldemort.
Signature: Pure Goals. Pure Hearts. Pure War.
Round Two ~ Future Ferret Challenges
evlpez Round Two ~ Future Ferret Challenges Oct 23 2004, 01:43 AM
Oct 23 2004, 01:43 AM
Note to ferrets: Remember that you are writing fan fiction as though you are the Floo-Between user you've chosen. This means that if you've chosen Snape, you are writing as though Snape is writing fan fiction, not as though he is a part of the story. Each character may write as many submissions as they wish for this challenge, as long as each submission is significantly different from their others. You must choose one of the above missions for each submission. The deadline for submissions is Wednesday December 1st.
