Harry Potter (19 Years Later)

Chapter Eleven: The Tomb, The Light , and The Voice (Part Three)

Hey guys! I know that I haven't been active for a long time, I haven't been really feeling the inspiration for this story for a while. I've kind of been getting back into the writing grove though, so I'm going to try to continue this

Albus :

My hands shot out in front of me as I attempted to stop myself from face-planting as the floor shook. Shadows haunted the tunnel, wind passing through an undiscovered crack in the walls. Rose clung to the wall, her hair whipping around her in a cloud of fiery red curls, batting her in the face each time she moved her head. Sometime further ahead rattled in the nonexistent wind, causing the tremors in the floor beneath us. If Rose hadn't cared so much about a stupid boat, I could have been sleeping in my own bed, my only worry being the piles of homework that I forgot to do.

"If I die, it's all your fault." I muttered, shooting a glare at Rose.

"Not technically." Rose replied, " You're the one that chose to come with me."

"Sometimes, I really can't stand you."

"That's pretty mutal Al."

We walked forward in silence, my eyes flickering back and forth at the tall shadows that the torches bolted to the wall cast down on the cement tunnel. So far, I couldn't see any trace that Serena had been here, or of that voice that we had heard back in the boat shed. We had been walking long enough that we could no longer hear Diana, or the echoes of her voice as she tried to communicate with us. It felt weird not having her or Scorpius with us, after the four of us had been through so much together.

"How much farther do you think that we should go?" Rose broke the silence, her green eyes practically glowing in the dim light.

"I think that we should check back with Diana soon, make sure that she's okay."

Rose nodded, gazing out into the blackness of the remaining tunnel ahead of us. She clenched her right hand, her wand hand. I could tell that she missed her wand, probably more than I missed mine. This wasn't just about curiosity anymore, Rose was going to get her wand back if it killed her. Which, I was pretty confident that it would.

"Let's go a little bit further?" Rose asked, waiting for my approval. I nodded, following her as we walked forward.

"The ground." Rose gasped, grabbing onto my hand.

"What about it?" I looked down, the bare grey cement staring back up at me.

"It stopped moving."

"So? Isn't that a good thing?" I asked, turning to Rose. She raised a shaky finger up to the sides of the tunnels, where the torches sat. One by one, the light inside of them flickered out, submerging us in blackness. I lifted my hand in front of my face, wind nicking at my bare skin.

"Do you feel that?" I whispered, turning my head in the general direction of where I last saw Rose. She still has her hand wrapped around my own, goosebumps running up the side of her arm.

"How is there wind in here?" She replied, the ends of her hair tickling my face as it whipped around in the wind.

"Maybe we're at the end of the tunnel?" I suggested.

Rose snorted, laughing.

"Yeah right. If there was an opening, I think that we'd be able to see the outside."

Slowly, the tunnel lit up in front of us, filling with wand tips coming to life as a little balls of light started to form. I could see Serena, shadows dancing across her face.

"You shouldn't have come here tonight."

"I'm pretty sure Voldemort said that same
thing to Uncle Harry." Rose snapped, crossing her arms.
"Wow, that's original." I choked on my words as Serena glared at us, taking a step forward. She raised her wand, my arms automatically flying up to cover my face.

"Al." Rose whispered, grabbing onto my wrist. She pulled my hands away from my face, her eyes glued on Serena. The dark haired girl had light up the sides of the tunnel, and I had to blink to keep myself from going blind at the sudden bright white glow. The walls were filled with drawings and words, carved into the cement. The only word that I registered was the largest one at the top of the wall, Voldemort.

Pictures of the war were engraved into the wall, all of them portraying the Dark Lord in his moments of glory. There was one of Voldemort standing over his snake, gazing out at

"It's a shrine." Rose concluded, looking towards Serena.

"No, It's a promise." She replied, rubbing her tongue along her top teeth. The action made my knees shake, and I could feel the beads of nervous sweat rolling down my back. "An oath to continue with what he started."

Serena flicked her sleeve back, revealing a dark tattoo across her wrist. "Oh crap." Rose commented, her eyes growing wide. "Run Al."

I turned sharply on my heel, racing on Rose's tail as we ambled back towards the beginning of the tunnel. I sucked in a breath, my lip weavering. Like the crack of a gun, Serena fired at us, the energy from the spell throwing colourful shadows across the walls.

I turned to glance behind me, three dark figures advancing towards Rose and I. Like the Death Eaters from the Second Wizarding  War, they were dressed from head to toe in dark, flowing robes. Elegant masks were positioned to cover their faces all the way from the forehead to the chin. They glowed in the pale light, the masks sparkling as if they were made of ivory.
Except this time the masks weren't a replica of a common face. Each one carried a striking resemblance to that of the fallen Dark Lord, the lips pulled back as if he was smiling at his followers from beyond the grave.  The shorter, and I assumed younger, followers wore a mask modelled after the very first Tom Riddle, the one that my father could only bare to see in pictures for more than a mere second before his hand would fall down upon it, throwing the article out of sight.

At least they had had the decency to exclude the addition of the nose on Voldemort's masks, other wise nothing would have been accurate.

"Tell Harry Potter that we are back Albus, tell him that he cannot defeat us this time."