Post by jonringo on Nov 6, 2007 18:40:36 GMT -5
Part One
The light was soft, burning into the darkness like a pinpoint at the end of a long tunnel, perhaps the Hogwarts Express racing forward to take him back to school, move him into the large platform he had come to know and love. His eyes could not focus, or adjust to the dimness around him. The light bared down on him, making water form on his pupils, to leak softly over the lids and drip onto his robes. He raised his had up to block out the light, realizing it was coming right for him. To the left was darkness, to the right a wet stone wall, immobile as he pushed on it. He dodged off to the right only to be pushed back by an unseen force, his mind reeling as he moved away. He looked on, the light coming to wards him, moving with a speed he knew he could not match. He would like to run, but his own feet disobeyed him, and he screamed. A low growl, a hiss, and the sound of a high pitched whistle as he fell backward. His ears were deaf with the sound. His eyes locked onto the light and it all went black.
The blackness surrounded him, moving over him like a shadow bending to fest on the only light left in his eyes. He moved back, kicking out with his feet to move him away from the enclosing black. But it tore over him, covering his body in a damp cold chill. Every pore broke out in a shiver, his body convulsing as he felt even the roots of his hair go an icy white from the frost. His breath did not escape his lips, and no small cloud formed in his breathing. He closed his eyes, pressing the lids down hard on one another, gritting his teeth against the bitter cold. Then it too passed. He opened his eyes, seeing little ice crystals on his eye lashes. He moved his hands, not feeling them through the white covers frost covering them. He blinked and moved to stand up. His body still shivering the way it had in the cold mountains years ago when he was a young child... in a memory he could not recall.
His eyes focused in the dimness on a steel door, setting in the middle of the tunnel. The hinges disappeared into the rocky sides of the semi-circle, water tracking down like miniature falls cascading to pool on the tracks below. He reached out a hand, still covered in frost, still trembling and pressed it against the door. The icy cold was enough to make him moan in pain. He jerked back, but his finger tips remained frozen to the door. His eyes slammed shut, pressing down again as he drug his hand free. The ripping sound almost made him retch as he knew it was his own skin being left behind on the chill surface. He moaned again and kicked at the door in frustration. And it opened.
He moved back, a sudden fear dripping into his chest like the run off from an icicle. He moved his arm in front of his face, as if he could ward off the movement of the door. The hinges hissing, a high pitched whistle once again as the door inched open, and a blue light fell out onto Jonnie. He blinked, trying to adjust his vision and see what was beyond. He opened his mouth in a fearful scream, yet no sound came out as the door bounced off the other wall, now fully open. He almost fell back once again, but maintained his balance, holding on to his footing on the icy tracks below him. And then the peace hit him, a calm.
Warmth folded over him, moving through his body to calm every nerve. Inches of him once frozen melted away, and a smile came to his lips. His eyes opened again, and he saw a form in front of him. A short manly figure, arms out stretched, but the light blocking the view of whom it may be. Jonnie moved closer, looking around as if he could move the light and see who it was in front of him, his own arms moving to his sides, his smile playing on his lips making Jonnie look years younger than his actual age. The form seemed to move out of the light, and stand in front of him. Jonnie's father, arms out reached, moving to hug his son. A tear fell from Jonnie's cheek, landing on his lip and moving over the full curve of red to his chin, then dripping to the pool of water below. He moved to hug his father, his eyes touching the surface of his father's for the first time since he had died. His father was not dead, he was here, with him, wanting to hug him... but Jonnie frowned.
He knew his father was dead, he had attended the funeral years and years ago, before even he went to Hogwarts. His eyes locked onto the figure of his father before him, confusion playing in the deep brown as he stopped, and dropped his arms to his side. His father was dead, and not alive. Thus, meaning that if this was indeed his father, that could only mean that Jonnie is...
He inhaled deeply, no air moving into his mouth and he lifted his hand to ward off the image of his father, but his eyes landed on his own hand. The frost was not frost at all, it was Jonnie's hand, clear, transparent, and if air was in his lungs, he would scream. He looked horrified to his father, who had stopped moving forward. The man whom Jonnie knew to be dead for years shook his head, eyes sad, and moved back through the door. Jonnie did the only thing he knew to do, he turned and he ran.
The corridor raced past him as it appeared Jonnie ran, but he was standing still. The landscape around him melted away, forming other places Jonnie was familiar with, other places he had been. His apartment came into form and then swiftly disappeared. Bella Sterling's small home appeared, and then dissolved around him. He watched not knowing if he was making this happen, or if someone was moving the world around him as he raced through the landscape of his mind. He ran on though, coming to a large door, propped open. Jonnie tried to skid to a halt, but fell, head long into the opening, the door slamming shut behind him. His head would have rocketed off the wall to the far end of the hall, had his head held any substance. As it was he went into the wall, his head disappearing into blackness while his eyes saw nothing, until he pulled his head furth into a sitting position and turned to look at the hall way. Familiar, as he moved to stand, his feet lifting lightly off the ground. Jonnie turned, and was head level with a tall man, long gray hair pouring from a light blue night cap, long chin whiskers tucked into the sash of a sleeping gown. Jonnie blinked as he looked up into the soft, sad eyes of Albus Dumbldore.
Part Two
The night was quiet, but the Headmaster could not sleep. His ears were prickling as if something in the World was not right. His shaggy hair above his soft eyes crinkled together, forming a high point above his nose as he rolled over in his soft bed. He sighed heavily, moving slowly to a sitting position. It was only a matter of moments before he knew something was wrong. He did not know exactly what it was, but something was going on. It was a prickling feeling in the pit of his stomach, and age old intuition he often had when things were going to get hairy. His for sight usually allowed him to prepare for such occasions, but on this cold winter night, the Yule season upon him, Albus had not for seen anything unusual.
He was aware of the Dark Lord, and the rise to power. He was also aware of the attempts to obtain power in his own school. He had personally put things into motion so as to counter act whatever this New Dark Lord would attempt. The appointing of several teacher to positions within his beloved school was one of the things he had done. Such as the appointment of Regulus Black to a staff post. Albus smiled to himself in the darkness as he heard Fawkes purring lightly on his stand. His eyes moved to the door, as he walked through his small office. He titled his head, as if he expected what would happen next.
Peeves did not like to come to the Headmaster's office. It reminded him too often of being called in to correct one of the accidents the students sometimes had while he was around. This time however, Peeves was fulfilling his obligation to the school he actually loved. Not much was known about the enigmatic poltergeist, but there was one man present who knew... Dumbledore knew the legacy of Peeves, and the long line of Headmasters that controlled the rage inside the entity. His form raced through the barriers and stopped short in front of the Headmaster's chamber door. He cringed lightly when he heard Albus Dumbledore call for him to enter. How the man always knew he was there, he was not sure, but he did. And Peeves entered through the large oak doorway.
Part Three
Jonnie blinked at the Headmaster, not seeing the form of Peeves the Ghost behind him. The tall, thin old man moved softly, his arms outstretched to where Jonnie floated. There was a soft mist in his aging eyes, as Dumbledore bent slightly in a bow. Jonnie could not recall a time when the Headmaster paid such a respect. He could only nod numbly, his own body lightly floating as Peeves came into view. The Poltergeist moved to wards Jonnie, a serious look on his face. One uncharacteristically like the mischievous poltergeist. Jonnie moved back in his confusion.
"Do not fear him, Jonnie Ringo. For he, and no other can do harm to you now. Sadly, this harm has already been effected upon your person." Dumbledore spoke, compassion ringing in his body as he moved closer to Jonnie. "Come my friend, there is much to be discussed. And questions, I am sure to be answered." Peeves moved aside, looking after Jonnie sadly as Dumbledore moved the small group away from the hallway, and the dark door, that had slammed shut, and disappeared.
To Be Continued...
The light was soft, burning into the darkness like a pinpoint at the end of a long tunnel, perhaps the Hogwarts Express racing forward to take him back to school, move him into the large platform he had come to know and love. His eyes could not focus, or adjust to the dimness around him. The light bared down on him, making water form on his pupils, to leak softly over the lids and drip onto his robes. He raised his had up to block out the light, realizing it was coming right for him. To the left was darkness, to the right a wet stone wall, immobile as he pushed on it. He dodged off to the right only to be pushed back by an unseen force, his mind reeling as he moved away. He looked on, the light coming to wards him, moving with a speed he knew he could not match. He would like to run, but his own feet disobeyed him, and he screamed. A low growl, a hiss, and the sound of a high pitched whistle as he fell backward. His ears were deaf with the sound. His eyes locked onto the light and it all went black.
The blackness surrounded him, moving over him like a shadow bending to fest on the only light left in his eyes. He moved back, kicking out with his feet to move him away from the enclosing black. But it tore over him, covering his body in a damp cold chill. Every pore broke out in a shiver, his body convulsing as he felt even the roots of his hair go an icy white from the frost. His breath did not escape his lips, and no small cloud formed in his breathing. He closed his eyes, pressing the lids down hard on one another, gritting his teeth against the bitter cold. Then it too passed. He opened his eyes, seeing little ice crystals on his eye lashes. He moved his hands, not feeling them through the white covers frost covering them. He blinked and moved to stand up. His body still shivering the way it had in the cold mountains years ago when he was a young child... in a memory he could not recall.
His eyes focused in the dimness on a steel door, setting in the middle of the tunnel. The hinges disappeared into the rocky sides of the semi-circle, water tracking down like miniature falls cascading to pool on the tracks below. He reached out a hand, still covered in frost, still trembling and pressed it against the door. The icy cold was enough to make him moan in pain. He jerked back, but his finger tips remained frozen to the door. His eyes slammed shut, pressing down again as he drug his hand free. The ripping sound almost made him retch as he knew it was his own skin being left behind on the chill surface. He moaned again and kicked at the door in frustration. And it opened.
He moved back, a sudden fear dripping into his chest like the run off from an icicle. He moved his arm in front of his face, as if he could ward off the movement of the door. The hinges hissing, a high pitched whistle once again as the door inched open, and a blue light fell out onto Jonnie. He blinked, trying to adjust his vision and see what was beyond. He opened his mouth in a fearful scream, yet no sound came out as the door bounced off the other wall, now fully open. He almost fell back once again, but maintained his balance, holding on to his footing on the icy tracks below him. And then the peace hit him, a calm.
Warmth folded over him, moving through his body to calm every nerve. Inches of him once frozen melted away, and a smile came to his lips. His eyes opened again, and he saw a form in front of him. A short manly figure, arms out stretched, but the light blocking the view of whom it may be. Jonnie moved closer, looking around as if he could move the light and see who it was in front of him, his own arms moving to his sides, his smile playing on his lips making Jonnie look years younger than his actual age. The form seemed to move out of the light, and stand in front of him. Jonnie's father, arms out reached, moving to hug his son. A tear fell from Jonnie's cheek, landing on his lip and moving over the full curve of red to his chin, then dripping to the pool of water below. He moved to hug his father, his eyes touching the surface of his father's for the first time since he had died. His father was not dead, he was here, with him, wanting to hug him... but Jonnie frowned.
He knew his father was dead, he had attended the funeral years and years ago, before even he went to Hogwarts. His eyes locked onto the figure of his father before him, confusion playing in the deep brown as he stopped, and dropped his arms to his side. His father was dead, and not alive. Thus, meaning that if this was indeed his father, that could only mean that Jonnie is...
He inhaled deeply, no air moving into his mouth and he lifted his hand to ward off the image of his father, but his eyes landed on his own hand. The frost was not frost at all, it was Jonnie's hand, clear, transparent, and if air was in his lungs, he would scream. He looked horrified to his father, who had stopped moving forward. The man whom Jonnie knew to be dead for years shook his head, eyes sad, and moved back through the door. Jonnie did the only thing he knew to do, he turned and he ran.
The corridor raced past him as it appeared Jonnie ran, but he was standing still. The landscape around him melted away, forming other places Jonnie was familiar with, other places he had been. His apartment came into form and then swiftly disappeared. Bella Sterling's small home appeared, and then dissolved around him. He watched not knowing if he was making this happen, or if someone was moving the world around him as he raced through the landscape of his mind. He ran on though, coming to a large door, propped open. Jonnie tried to skid to a halt, but fell, head long into the opening, the door slamming shut behind him. His head would have rocketed off the wall to the far end of the hall, had his head held any substance. As it was he went into the wall, his head disappearing into blackness while his eyes saw nothing, until he pulled his head furth into a sitting position and turned to look at the hall way. Familiar, as he moved to stand, his feet lifting lightly off the ground. Jonnie turned, and was head level with a tall man, long gray hair pouring from a light blue night cap, long chin whiskers tucked into the sash of a sleeping gown. Jonnie blinked as he looked up into the soft, sad eyes of Albus Dumbldore.
Part Two
The night was quiet, but the Headmaster could not sleep. His ears were prickling as if something in the World was not right. His shaggy hair above his soft eyes crinkled together, forming a high point above his nose as he rolled over in his soft bed. He sighed heavily, moving slowly to a sitting position. It was only a matter of moments before he knew something was wrong. He did not know exactly what it was, but something was going on. It was a prickling feeling in the pit of his stomach, and age old intuition he often had when things were going to get hairy. His for sight usually allowed him to prepare for such occasions, but on this cold winter night, the Yule season upon him, Albus had not for seen anything unusual.
He was aware of the Dark Lord, and the rise to power. He was also aware of the attempts to obtain power in his own school. He had personally put things into motion so as to counter act whatever this New Dark Lord would attempt. The appointing of several teacher to positions within his beloved school was one of the things he had done. Such as the appointment of Regulus Black to a staff post. Albus smiled to himself in the darkness as he heard Fawkes purring lightly on his stand. His eyes moved to the door, as he walked through his small office. He titled his head, as if he expected what would happen next.
Peeves did not like to come to the Headmaster's office. It reminded him too often of being called in to correct one of the accidents the students sometimes had while he was around. This time however, Peeves was fulfilling his obligation to the school he actually loved. Not much was known about the enigmatic poltergeist, but there was one man present who knew... Dumbledore knew the legacy of Peeves, and the long line of Headmasters that controlled the rage inside the entity. His form raced through the barriers and stopped short in front of the Headmaster's chamber door. He cringed lightly when he heard Albus Dumbledore call for him to enter. How the man always knew he was there, he was not sure, but he did. And Peeves entered through the large oak doorway.
Part Three
Jonnie blinked at the Headmaster, not seeing the form of Peeves the Ghost behind him. The tall, thin old man moved softly, his arms outstretched to where Jonnie floated. There was a soft mist in his aging eyes, as Dumbledore bent slightly in a bow. Jonnie could not recall a time when the Headmaster paid such a respect. He could only nod numbly, his own body lightly floating as Peeves came into view. The Poltergeist moved to wards Jonnie, a serious look on his face. One uncharacteristically like the mischievous poltergeist. Jonnie moved back in his confusion.
"Do not fear him, Jonnie Ringo. For he, and no other can do harm to you now. Sadly, this harm has already been effected upon your person." Dumbledore spoke, compassion ringing in his body as he moved closer to Jonnie. "Come my friend, there is much to be discussed. And questions, I am sure to be answered." Peeves moved aside, looking after Jonnie sadly as Dumbledore moved the small group away from the hallway, and the dark door, that had slammed shut, and disappeared.
To Be Continued...