Post by Ellie Rook on Mar 11, 2009 6:58:06 GMT
[ok, i'm an insomniac, and I started writing and this is want came of it. The dark Magic tries to lure Ellie into it's grasps by pushing her to her last straw and then giving her what everyone wants, hope and wanting. Ellie gets away, but it hows how vunerable she is to the Dark Magic, even for a halfblood. Its a lead up to a plot that will be starting soon with Ellie and Hubbles. enjoy! <3 Lynn]
The day had been a hard one. Ellie was wiped out. Everything had gone wrong. She had failed her History of Magic test, developed a massive headache, ran out of ink in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and had to scold one too many students for illegal activity. The worst part of the day was lunch. Ellie had sat alone, nodding a smile toward the staff table and the headmaster, before she dug into her Sheppard’s pie. The Great Hall was crowded with faces, and yet, Ellie sat by herself. She sighed a sigh disguised as a breath cooling her potatoes. The sixth year once had everything she could ever want. She was a prefect, Quidditch captain, one of the Headmaster’s favorites, best friends, a boyfriend and happiness. However, slowly but surely Ellie had lost the things that meant the most to her, her happiness included.
Ellie managed to glance over at the Ravenclaw table. Bray and Fay were at the head, laughing about something that Ellie would never know. She remembered when they used to sit out by the lake and laugh for hours. Everything seemed easier back then. Maybe Ellie was growing up to fast, but the stress of everything had weighed down her shoulders and she no longer had the energy to fix everything that had fallen apart.
Ellie thought her day needed a break, as her mind did. She wandered out to the lake. The spring had just started, and the lake was filled to the brim with runoff from the newly melted snows. The ground was constantly wet with the rain and the snow melt-off, so Ellie stood at the break of the lake, the wind taking her hair back to the castle. She stood, huddled in her thin sweatshirt against the chilly wind of the coming night. It was peaceful, silent.
Ellie could feel the stress and the pain of the day and the build up of days flow off her and into the wind. She closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind, but it refused. The waiting prefect duties popped into her head, the up and coming game, her first as captain cause her stress to rush back. She remembered the pile of homework that was waiting her in the common room. The homework she had to do to prepare for something she had no idea what yet. Another pressure on Ellie was the fact that she still didn’t have any idea what she was going to do after she left Hogwarts. Ellie wished that she never had to leave, that she never had to grow up. However, the young women knew that time was pressing on her. It was time she grew up, took more responsibility. But how much more responsibility could the sixth year stand.
Another strong wind blew her hair back and Ellie bean to shiver. However, she didn’t plan on returning back to the castle anytime soon. The sun was just beginning to set, and the soft golden glow of twilight had begun to float across the sky. Ellie looked at the beauty and at the last rays of the sun reflecting off the now still waters of the lake. Ellie’s brain ran wild with the things she needed to do. Tears welled into her eyes. She didn’t want to do anything anymore. She just wanted to sit on the soft grass and mold into the waters of the lake, become part of the earth. She knew this was silly, but her heart desired nothing more.
Ellie was caught in another swift wind, and the girl looked up at the sky. What was once golden with the rays of the sun had suddenly become gray and oppressive. Ellie saw the first raindrops fall into the lake before they began to hit her own head. Ellie started walking back to the castle, not caring that she was caught in a storm. The wind picked up at she walked, and the rain fell harder. The rain did nothing to Ellie beside hide the tears that already stained her face. Her hair became wet and matted to her shoulders. Her clothes clung to her as she cross her arms and huddled as she walked slowly back up the hill to the castle.
The hill had become muddy and slippery with the rain. Ellie struggled to walk up the mudslide, once a grassy knoll. Ellie fell to her hands and knees, stopping for a moment before she regained her struggle. Like everything else lately, Ellie found herself in an up hill struggle. Her situation was completely ironic. Again Ellie fell in the mud, her hands and knees and faces splattered in brown. This time she stayed there, giving in to what seemed as the inevitable.
Ellie sat in the mud, her eyes flowing with tears. She couldn’t hold on anymore, and slowly, everything began to slip away from the girl. She had been given everything on a silver platter, and suddenly it seemed that she had cracked the platter and thrown it back in their faces. The tears were for herself, Ellie would admit to crying in her own sorrow, for she felt as though it was over whelming.
Ellie was wallowing in her own pity, he head bent in weeping, when she saw a light dart past her eyes. Ellie looked up immediately, but couldn’t see anything. No person, no light, nothing but the rain and the mud. Again Ellie saw a small ball of light dart pass out of the corner of her eye. She turned toward the source, but could see no ball of light. However, her eye was drawn to a shadowy outline. The outline seemed to be looking at her. Ellie remained still, watching the shadow watch her. The shadow shifted its position, placing its hands on its hips, as the ball of light appeared hovering over what looked like the shadow’s shoulder. Ellie blinked twice, but the image remained in front of her.
Ellie, slipping once or twice, got up in a hurry from the pit of mud in which she had fallen. She put one foot in front of the other, and soon, stumbling made it up the hill. Once she was on semi-flat ground, The Hufflepuff began to run toward the castle, The mud continued to give her problems as she slipped once, twice, and on the third time, Ellie went down hard, her hands slipping out from underneath her as she tried to catch herself. The side of her head hit the ground, her ears ringing as she felt the blow, and then darkness.
Ellie found herself waking up in a very bright place. As she gained consciousness, Ellie couldn’t open her eyes for the light was so bright that is hurt her eyes through her eyelids. Ellie found that she was able to move, and lifted her head to her forehead to shield her burning eyes from the light. Ellie sat up and blinked a couple times, her surroundings coming into focus.
Ellie was laying on a soft patch of grass, tall and strong, the kind that grew in the fields of Ireland. The brightness Ellie had experienced was the rays of the sun blinding her as she lay. The trees, tall and viney, towered above her with the foliage covering most of the sky, and the bushes and shrubs creating a matt on the forest floor. Ellie placed a head on her forehead where she felt a sharp pain and a small bump. She was sure most of her forehead was purple with bruise, she groaned and stood up. The grass came up to her mid calves. She looked around the clearing, but no one was there. This drew a question to Ellie’s mind, where was she? She looked around, the trees and the grasses didn’t look like the Hogwarts she knew. Ellie had even been in the Forbidden Forest, and she knew that this place was not it.
“Head hurt?” A male voice said to her. Ellie turned to look at a boy, about her age standing just beyond the brush. The boy stepped further into the clearing and Ellie could see his face clearly. He was taller than her by a good two inches. He was skinny, scrawny even. His hair was a light red, strawberry, his eye green as the grass in which he stood. His outfit was strange, a green fabric peasant shirt and brown riding pants. On his feet, brown leather shoes were tied with green laces. In his hand he held a newspaper boy cap, the same brown as his pants. Ellie guessed that they were made from the same material. Ellie looked at the boy, trying to place his face, but she could not. He had a sharp nose and soft lips. His eyes were large, bright with hope that Ellie had recently lost.
Ellie didn’t say anything to the boy, she only stood still, not daring to move closer or to run in the other direction. She slowly reached into her back pocket to grab her wand, but as her hand reached its destination, she found that it was gone. Ellie’s eyes broke from the boy to search the forest floor. Her wand was gone. Where ever she was, it had not traveled with her.
“Wendy?” the boy said, taking a step closer to Ellie. Ellie scrunched her nose and looked strangely at the boy. “My name is Ellie.” Ellie said, resting her hands at her sides. It was then that she realized her school robes were gone. In there place, Ellie had on a spring dress, short sleeved, periwinkle blue. It fell just above her knee. On her feet, black flats replaced her usual converse sneakers. Ellie looked down at herself, and touched the smooth fabric of the blue dress. She looked up at the boy who was starring at her with a spark in his eye, a grin on his face. “Do I know you?” Ellie asked, strangely questioning the look the boy gave her. “Where am I?”
The boy stepped closer to Ellie and took her hand. Ellie started to jerk away, but before she knew it his hand was clasped in hers. “I’m Peter.” He said, and with that simple introduction, the boy looked up and Ellie was tugged off the ground. Ellie was not aware that they were flying until she looked down to see the ground many feet below her. They soared up into the clouds, purple and pink fluff that tickled Ellie was they went through. Peter glanced at her every few seconds, a wide grin on his face. Ellie was sure to hold on tight to the boy’s hand as they flew over the land.
Ellie could see lakes and rivers and fields. The forest was large, and the trees taller than any she had ever seen in her life. Ellie could see that the land was an island, rocky at the coast. In the center of the island was a mountain, a river flowing down it swiftly, waterfalls splashing away at its base into a vast lake. Ellie smiled as the breeze caught her hair and she could smell the sweet grass of the land below. Peter circle the island. At once end, Ellie could see a clearing in which tepees and totem poles lay. She saw tiny dots of black hair people gathering food and fishing. The indians paused to look up as Peter soared over them, Ellie hanging on. Flying over the mountain, Ellie could see the lake at the bottom, mermaids like spots of algae on the rocks near the waterfall. Ellie smiled. The land was perfect. The tour concluded at the other end of the island where Peter came down into the forest, landing softly, Ellie in his arms. Ellie looked into his green eyes as he slowly placed her on her feet. “Neverland.” He said. “You’re in Neverland.”
“That can’t be possible.” Ellie said, stepping back from the boy who had just held her close. “Neverland doesn’t exist.” Even though Ellie lived in a world of magic, a world in which many people could never believe in, she refused to believe that she had made it to Neverland. The place where you never grew old; where all your dreams could come true; where adventure and fun over took any stress or fear. Ellie looked around. It all seemed so real. The smell of the sea surrounding them, the wind in her hair as she flew around in the arms of a strange boy, the smoke from the fires of the tepees; it couldn’t be real. But it was everything she ever wanted. Her dreams come true. No school work, no prefect duties, no stress, no growing up. It was perfection.
Ellie turned to Peter who was starring at her again. She looked at him. He was telling the true. “Come on.” He said, extending his hand so that Ellie could take it. The girl hesitantly placed her hand in his, and he began to walk onto the forest. “Where are we going?” Ellie said, when they had been walking for five minutes. “I want you to meet the boys. They’ve been dying to hear a new story. I’ve told them Cinderella about fifty times. It used to be Wendy’s favorite.” Peter said, glancing at Ellie as he said Wendy’s name.
Within ten minutes, Ellie and Peter had reached the biggest tree in the forest. It had a large black hole in the trunk, just big enough for Ellie and Peter to fit through. Ellie starred up at the tree. The leaves were huge, the size of her head. The bark was old and tough. Ellie thought the tree might have been growing for thousands, maybe millions of years. She smiled up at its height. “Ellie.” Peter said, calling her over to the hole in the tree. The boy boosted her up and Ellie climbed in the hole, unsure of what to expect. She locked eyes with Peter before she pushed herself down, her own eyes unsure of what was going to happen. However, in Peter’s eye she could see they trust she must hold onto. With a tug, Ellie pulled herself into the hole.
Down she fell for what seemed like forever, but when the bottom came, it came in the form of pillows. Ellie felt as though she were drowning in fluff and fabric. Her arms were flailing as she tried to get up. At once, she felt ten hands on her arms, and with a great tug, Ellie flew out of the pile of pillows and onto the wooden floor. Ellie tucked a piece of her wavy hair behind her ear and looked up into where she was. Before her stood about fourteen boys, ages ranging from five to just about fifteen. They all were dressed in the same fashion as Peter, except with color differences. The smallest was a little blonde boy with blue eyes, just about swimming in a purple shirt that came to his knees and needed to be tied at the waist with a rope. He smiled a toothy smile at her, his front tooth missing. Ellie couldn’t help but smile back. All the boys were looking at her up and down, sizing her up. Ellie took and knee and stood up, brushing the dust off the dress she could not yet call her own.
In seconds Peter joined her down the hole. He elegantly flew down and landed on his knees in the pillows, bouncing back up to land on his feet on the wooden floor. He smiled at Ellie and wiped a bit of dust from under her eye. The boys looked at each other whispering as he did this. “Eh Secrets don’t make friends.” Peter said, rushing into the group, play fighting with a short and squat boy before picking up the tiny blonde boy and flinging him around like a helicopter. Ellie smiled as she saw Peter with the boys. They all seemed to adore him. Ellie didn’t know what to do with herself. Peter held the smallest boy and the boy leaned in to tell Peter a secret, whispering in his ear. Peter smiled and let out a nice string laugh. Ellie was made to smile because of it.
Peter placed the boy down next to the rest of the boys and walked back to Ellie’s side. “Well, they seem to like you. They think you’re very pretty.” Peter said to Ellie as he reached her. Ellie instantly became blush, her cheeks red with blood from the compliment. It seemed as though Ellie hadn’t blushed in ages and her cheeks burned because of it. Ellie looked down at the floor and then up at Peter. She didn’t know what to say. “Thank you.” She finally let out meekly.
“Well,” Peter said, rocking back and forth on his heels to break the silence. “Oh, I know!! BOYS!” Peter shouted, “Line up!!” Instantly the boys scrambled to get into the order by height. They bumped into each other and climbed over each other and the sparse furniture of the room to get to their places. Ellie smiled and giggled. “Ok,” Peter said pointing to the first boy, the little blonde one. “That’s Reggie, he’s the youngest, and then you have Nick, Pop, Squints..” Peter said pointing to each boy in turn. “Evan, the twins Will and Bill, Beans, Arnold, Spats, Yumi, Vinnie, Fish, and Tim. They're all runaways. They wanted to come to live in a place they could be a child andstay forever, and never have to worry or stress ever again. Forever.” As Peter pointed to them, they all gave a little wave before running off to play. Soon the introductions were over and the boys were preoccupied with wrestling and rock, paper, scissors to notice Ellie anymore. Peter smiled and waved her into the next room.
Ellie followed Peter into what could be argued as the living room of the tree house. They had a small arm chair, worn with age, and rocking chair, knitting needles at the side. In front of the arm chair were a pair of slippers and an old, torn newspaper. Ellie looked over the room. The chairs were placed in front of a small iron, wood stove. It looked dirty, like it had never been cleaned in its existence. Ellie smiled at the quaint room. Peter smiled because she was smiling. “What do you think?” Peter said. But before Ellie could open her mouth to answer, a small ball of light came out of now where and started attacking Ellie. The little fairy seemed to be trying to push Ellie out the door and away from Peter. Ellie let out a little shriek and covered her face, trying to hit the little ball of light away. “Tink, Hey, stop it!” Peter said, coming to Ellie’s rescue. He gave the ball and it stop attacking Ellie, caught in his fist. Peter gently held the little fairy as she struggled to get away. Peter held her up to his face and talked to her, whispering something to her. Finally he let her go. The fairy flew up to Ellie and got in her face. With one breath, the fairy blew a raspberry in Ellie face. Ellie grimaced and frowned as the fairy flew out the window and away from them.
“You, I saw you at Howarts.” Ellie said, remembering the shadow and the ball of light hovering above its shoulder. “I saw her, flying near you.” Ellie said, completely confused at what was going on. Peter came near her and place his hand on her back. Ellie didn’t know to shove it off or let it stay, so she remained neutral and the hand stayed on her back. “I’m sorry about her, she gets...jealous.” Peter said to her. “Why am I here?” Ellie asked.
Peter sat down in the armchair, leaning forward, he put his head in his hands. “I heard you crying.” Peter started, and he lifted his head up. “So I came to see, and You look so much like her. I want you...” He said, getting up and walking close to Ellie again, taking her hand again. “What do you think?” He asked again. Ellie looked around the room. ”Why?" She asked, hesitant to answer the boys question. “Stay here, forever.” He said to her, hold her hand tight. “We’ll never grow old, and you will never have another trouble in the world. We can be together.” Peter looked at her in the eye, and Ellie began swimming in his greens. “I…” Ellie stammered.
What did he mean stay there? Ellie didn’t know where she was. She hadn’t asked to come here. Or had she? She thought back to the way she felt before, on the beach of the lake, starring out into nothing. Ellie didn’t want to grow up, she wanted to loose all responsibility and be a kid again. Now she got her wish, but was it really what she wanted.
Ellie turned back to Peter. His eyes were still glowing with hope that Ellie would stay yes. “Why should I stay?” Ellie said, hoping that the boy would take her hand again. It was nice to feel the warmth of another human so close to her. “Because.” Peter said, grabbing her hand just like she wanted. “You should, you want to, I say so.” The grip on her hands became tight, and Peter began squeezing her fingers. Ellie felt a pressure pain shoot up her arm. “I don’t know.” She said, suddenly unsure of what was going on. “Stay.” Peter said, his grip tightening, his eyes glowing from green to a bright yellow. Ellie recoiled as she saw this. His hair became a dull brown, and his eyes remained yellow. She wiggled free from his grasp. “I want to go home.” She said. That was it, the boy that was once Peter was no longer happy and free. His face became tormented; his eyes glowed viciously at Ellie. “Stay.” It growled at her. Ellie shook her head no and turned to run out of the room.
Ellie hurried out of the tree house, finding her way back into the forest. Here she met the boys that Peter had just introduced to her. Somehow they were different, they seemed old, like children trapped in an elderly body. Their voices were deep and scratchy as they played, slow as time was stalled. Ellie found herself in the middle of them. She felt a tug at her skirt. She looked down to see little Reggie holding a ball. “Where are you going?” He asked Ellie. “Don’t you love us?” he asked, as his hands began to wrinkle and his nails began to grow around the ball. His eyes turned from blue to red. He growled and the other boys turned their attention to Ellie. Ellie turned and ran, pushing through the small boys. Ellie ran to the lake in the middle of the island. Here she took a breather, taking a drink of the cool water from the spring. As she closed her eyes to splash her face, Peter walked out of the forest, his appearance still that of the scary demon he turned into. Ellie scrambled up to the rock and began to climb. “You can’t get away my love.” Peter called to her, his voice scratchy with horrible age. “I will get you Ellie.” It said, as it jumped and flew up to her. Ellie screamed and let go of the rock. She felt and hit the ground, her head pounding against the ground once again.
Ellie was face down in the mud, gurgling. She sat up with a start. Her head was pounding. She groaned as she turned over in the mud. She was covered, her black school robes stained brown, her sneakers soaked from the inside out. She reached back and felt her wand in the back pocket, back where she had placed it. Ellie looked around. The rain was still falling hard and cold against her skin. She was feet from the castle doors. She struggled to stand. As she did the rain began to stop. She moved the wet, muddy hair from her face where it stuck. She looked out over the grounds and down the hill where the shadow had once appeared. She rubbed her forehead, standing in the drizzle. She remembered the forest, the trees, the boy. But not all was as it seemed. The youth, joy, and hope was covering something else, something evil, something worse. It was old and scratchy, harsh and cold. Ellie shivered for the first time, and it wasn’t the weather that made her shiver, it was the memory of watching the boy’s eye turn from the beautiful green to the sharp glowing yellow.
Ellie shook her head. It had all been a dream, but it had seemed so real. Ellie felt as though she had found something. She had uncovered something, but she couldn’t pinpoint it. The tears had stopped flowing, and Ellie could feel the wind against her skin, though now it felt cold and bitter. She hurried into the castle and headed straight to the Headmasters office. Once she was there, she retold the story, hoping that Hubbles could make sense of it.
What she had seen, though unknown to Ellie, was a manifestation of the evil that haunted the castle. It was after her. So many times had Ellie been in its grips, but she had gotten away. Her will was strong, but slowly, the evil was picking away the hope in her heart. The dark magic was old, but it could disguise itself, as it had this time. All Ellie had to do was follow the light, and it would bring her truth. Ellie had gotten free this time, but with her defenses running thin, how long could she resist.
