Post by Caleb Walker on Jul 26, 2008 0:03:00 GMT -5
"I'll never tell you anything, you pig!" Victoria Walker screeched, spitting at the feet of the hooded figure in front of her. All that could be seen from inside the hood was a set on angry, hateful eyes. A wand was raised and there was a bright flash, followed by a piercing scream. All Caleb could so was watch, despite his best efforts to turn away.
"Caleb...Caleb, move!" his Aunt Ellis yelled and the sound echoed in the boy's ears.
"No...no, Father!" Caleb yelled, reached out for his father. But it was too late. With another scream, there was a flash of green. And then silence. Caleb was frozen, unable to move. His aunt tugged violently on his arm to pull him from harm's way, but he wasn't budging.
"Father!" Caleb yelled once more, the sound echoing and then slowly fading out until it was nothing more than a whisper. And everything was black.
The Hufflepuff boy shot straight up in bed, furiously sweating a cold sweat. He breathing was heavy as though he'd just run a marathon. For a second, Caleb couldn't even see in front of him. It was too dark. Why was it dark? Where was the light? He suddenly remembered that he was in bed and supposed to be sleeping. There was, however, a tiny source of light that he hadn't noticed. A single lantern flicked in the middle of the room, just so the floor was visible if someone needed to move around. Lying back down, Caleb noticed how damp his sheets were. Sitting up again, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
It had been months since Caleb had had that dream. Most of the time, he was good at not thinking about it before he went to bed but for the last few nights, he'd let his memories get the better of him. He hated letting himself think about it and wasn't sure why he had. A chill ran down Caleb's spine and his entire body shivered with a violent jerk. He reached down to the end of his bed and picked up yesterday's t-shirt, pulling it on to cover up his bare upper body. The boy stood up slowly, his pajama pants dragging along the floor until he slipped his shoes on and they became just the right length. Caleb picked up his wand, just in case, and slowly made his way out of the room. He walked out of the common room as well and into the hallway, heading upstairs to the Entrance Hall.
Obviously, the school was deserted. The only thing Caleb could see was the torches lining the walls, giving a very small source of light. Caleb didn't really mind though, he didn't need light to know where he was going. It had become his haunt the last few nights when these dreams had been occurring because it was a quiet place to sit and think. He knew there was a chance that someone could come along and get him in trouble, but he'd been lucky for three nights now. Sitting down near the bottom of the staircase, Caleb assumed the same position: head down, hands clasped. Without making an attempt to conceal it, Caleb watched as a single tear trickled down his face and slid off the end of his nose. The Hufflepuff really hoped no one would find him like this.
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"Caleb...Caleb, move!" his Aunt Ellis yelled and the sound echoed in the boy's ears.
"No...no, Father!" Caleb yelled, reached out for his father. But it was too late. With another scream, there was a flash of green. And then silence. Caleb was frozen, unable to move. His aunt tugged violently on his arm to pull him from harm's way, but he wasn't budging.
"Father!" Caleb yelled once more, the sound echoing and then slowly fading out until it was nothing more than a whisper. And everything was black.
The Hufflepuff boy shot straight up in bed, furiously sweating a cold sweat. He breathing was heavy as though he'd just run a marathon. For a second, Caleb couldn't even see in front of him. It was too dark. Why was it dark? Where was the light? He suddenly remembered that he was in bed and supposed to be sleeping. There was, however, a tiny source of light that he hadn't noticed. A single lantern flicked in the middle of the room, just so the floor was visible if someone needed to move around. Lying back down, Caleb noticed how damp his sheets were. Sitting up again, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
It had been months since Caleb had had that dream. Most of the time, he was good at not thinking about it before he went to bed but for the last few nights, he'd let his memories get the better of him. He hated letting himself think about it and wasn't sure why he had. A chill ran down Caleb's spine and his entire body shivered with a violent jerk. He reached down to the end of his bed and picked up yesterday's t-shirt, pulling it on to cover up his bare upper body. The boy stood up slowly, his pajama pants dragging along the floor until he slipped his shoes on and they became just the right length. Caleb picked up his wand, just in case, and slowly made his way out of the room. He walked out of the common room as well and into the hallway, heading upstairs to the Entrance Hall.
Obviously, the school was deserted. The only thing Caleb could see was the torches lining the walls, giving a very small source of light. Caleb didn't really mind though, he didn't need light to know where he was going. It had become his haunt the last few nights when these dreams had been occurring because it was a quiet place to sit and think. He knew there was a chance that someone could come along and get him in trouble, but he'd been lucky for three nights now. Sitting down near the bottom of the staircase, Caleb assumed the same position: head down, hands clasped. Without making an attempt to conceal it, Caleb watched as a single tear trickled down his face and slid off the end of his nose. The Hufflepuff really hoped no one would find him like this.
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