Spell 004 | Harry Potter |

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry's locked in a room where there are no definite doors and the walls are solid white aside from the very obvious writing all over the walls. He's holding a strange looking quill and blood is pouring from his hand as he's clearly written 'I must not tell lies' all over the room- walls, ceiling, and floor are covered in blood-red lettering. ]

[ He drops the quill and looks around again, in a far corner there's a tombstone and a freshly dug grave. Harry moves over to it to see who's grave it is, a sinking feeling in his stomach tells him he knows exactly who's it is. ]

Here lies Cedric Diggory. Died in a tragic accident

[ Harry stares numbly at the Tombstone as Anger starts to build, his fingers twitching to grab his wand. ]

'Has it sunk in yet?'

[ A sickening voice like poisoned honey sounds from all around the room. And before he's even aware of what he's doing Harry has his wand-]

Reducto!

[ The tombstone blasts into pieces. ]




(( No theme this time. Just depressing stuff that's on Harry's mind >: ))

Comments

[waterfell]

So, show him how wrong he is, and let him be the one to suffer for it... [her eyes drift to Harry's hand] instead of you.

[hero_complexed]

No! I don't want anyone to suffer. I just want everyone to acknowledge the truth. I'm sick of being called a liar, of people saying it was an accident-It wasn't an accident.

[waterfell]

['She'd never do that!' She had. 'It was an accident'. No, it hadn't been; and even if it had, that doesn't erase what was done.

She understands.]

However, if you're right, their destruction is at hand. Is that what you prefer?

[hero_complexed]

No! I wish it never happened! I wish I never got the idea to take the stupid cup at the same time! O-Or-Or That my name never came out of the Goblet of Fire!

[waterfell]

That can't happen. Even with the power to change time, the past won't be rewritten that way.

What you do is make a new future.

[hero_complexed]

I don't care about that right now! No matter what I do I get written off as a liar-or disturbed or-or someone that likes being famous. Why would anyone want to be famous for the reasons I am?

[waterfell]

[The answer is easy: Why care what they think? Especially when, with magic, their minds can be changed easily (well, perhaps not a wizard's mind; but a human's, so very easily; she knows from experience).

But somehow she doesn't answer that.]

They may be wrong, but if it's the impression they have, before you can change it you need to know why they think it.

[hero_complexed]

I know why they think that way-Fudge is an idiot and sacking everyone in league with Dumbledore. He's dividing the wizarding world kand making it all too easy for Voldemort to return to power.

[waterfell]

Then you should ask yourself if he has a reason to want that to happen. [It's not, precisely, an accusation; but an enemy without bad intentions is still an enemy working against you.]

[hero_complexed]

He's not on Voldemort's side he's just a git.

[waterfell]

You may need him out of your way anyway.

[hero_complexed]

I need him to admit the truth-and to get rid of Umbridge. I'm behind on everything, she insists I'm a liar and looking for any excuse to expel me.

[waterfell]

[Unforgivable, for a teacher to abuse the school that way.]

So you want to take her out instead? [The words could simply mean having Umbridge replaced, as Harry said, but something slightly darker may lurk behind them.]

[hero_complexed]

I want her gone, yeah. But Fudge won't get rid of her and I guess that's not Dumbleodre's call anymore.

[waterfell]

Then go to the ones who will listen. Use them.

[hero_complexed]

But they can't do anything. That's the thing.

[waterfell]

Then let them become more powerful until they can.