The Shadow of Slytherin

Flight of dragons and wyverns

Your skin tight from the tears that have dried on your cheeks, you rise from the warm stone ground and stare at the empty portrait at the wall. Still pained with the memory of Anne's passing, you collect yourself and chuckle at the ridiculousness of your behaviour. Sebastian had been angry, frustrated that nothing could help his sister. He called you something, just as he had called Ominis a terrible friend and wished to never speak with him again.

Shaking your body, the bones and muscle aching from the terrible sleeping position, you rise to a stand and hop around to waken up your body. The events of the past evening in mind, you fish some dried lily pad from your hair and tie it together using a quick spell.

Wrapped in the torn cloak, your skirt stained from blood, mud and dirt, you floo yourself into the RoR where you pick out fresh clothes, your nose wrinkled at the smell. Following it along the corridors, you end up in the bed chamber where you had lain on the bed, the sheets stained brown from your injuries, Alec's shirt on the floor near the door.

Your eyes wander over the small shimmering objects on the ground near the wall where the roof had opened. Picking them, you flinch as one cuts into your finger, leaving a thin shimmering line where the blood drops from your skin. A scale, blue, the most outer part darker with silver vines on it. Another, broken as well, the edges sharp as you lift it off the ground, remembering the night before.

Alec as he forces you to change, although unconventional, your heat rising as the animagus fights its way out of you.

"Not a wolf," you say as you spin around, the wave of your hand gathering the remaining bits of scales that lay on the ground and gather them in your hand. Another wave of your hand and you conjure a small pouch in which you place the scales and place them on the bedside table while cleaning up the bed and removing the blood stains from the pillow case.

Your head spinning as you walk closer to the wall, your fingers feeling the cold wood, your mind carrying you back to when you stood against the wall, Alec before you as he turned into his dragon form.

Shrieking, then clicks and the roof opens to reveal a dark night sky that at the horizon turns purple. "I can do this" Another look at the scales on the bedside table, you close your eyes and focus on the heat inside you. Not the goblin magic, but another that soon turns cold, almost into ice and when your eyes open, dark and blue, the golden shimmer, your arms flare out, wings growing from then and upon your swirl, a wyvern emerges. Huge, the wings hitting against the walls as you climb o9ut the bed chamber and stand upon the roof, looking at the horizon from where the sun rises. The crowns of the trees doused in bright orange tones, you hold your head up to feel the wind blow through your wings, the spikes on your back shivering as your skin tightens.

The eyes on the other side of the lake, focussed on the mountains, you dash off, your body carried by the wind as your wings flap and take you higher to where the sun blinds you as it rises and lights the river that sprouts beneath the RoR, through the stone where a small pond leads to the river that rushes through stone and woods to the lake at the bottom of a cliff.

With much force, you fly higher then change into your human form, dropping from the skies as the sun rises and lights the clouds around. The closer the lake comes, the more you get excited, your body twitching when you see your reflection on the still surface of the lake and scream in joy, your arms stretched out, the eyes wide open when you spin backwards and turn into your animagus form, close enough to the lake for your tail to part the water, some fish flying through the air.

In enjoyment, you dash back and intend to roast them, but instead of burnt, the fish freezes at the ice crystals that shock the small creature. Like a stone it drops back into the water and sinks from the surface, your eyes unable to spot it in the depths of the waters.