Harry Potter: The Next Generation

Chapter 12

~Chapter 12~

(Rose's POV)

I wave my friends off until they are officially out of the gate and no longer able to be seen. I don't know what they expect me to tell professor McGonagall if she happens to find out they've all gone missing for the night. Sigh, why is it always me? I always get put in charge of look out duty. 

Well it's kind of your fault. They invited you along. My conscious reminds me.

Which is true; they did invite me, but I already know it wouldn't have worked out. I wouldn't have had a date for one thing and I definitely would not have wanted to be witness to all the lovey doveyness Albus and Ivy would harbor the whole night.

As much as I love the two, it's so uncomfortable watching them. 

I make my way through the quiet halls back to Raven Claw Tower. It's gotten pretty dark out and the chilly air begins nipping at my cheeks brutally. It's surprisingly empty in the halls tonight. Usually students would be sneaking around to meet with their friends after curfew, unless your James who openly roams the halls waiting to get caught by the authorities.  

He seems to use the whole "My father is the chosen one" thing to his advantage. Unfortunately it sorta works for him. 

I continue aimlessly down the hall, stairs to the tower in sight, when an abrupt sound caught my attention. My hand is on my wand in less than seconds prepared for the worse. I stand alert trying to locate the area the noise came from, but with no luck. 

"Snap out of it Weasly you're paranoid." I whisper to myself closing my eyes in reassurance. 

Beware the darkness.

I frantically look about the corridor in attempt to find it. 

That voice...It's unfamiliar and frightening and the way it whispers it's warning strikes me as odd. A very evil odd. 

Beware the evil.

My eyes land on the entrance to another hallway that, for some odd reason, seems to have much less lighting than the rest of the halls.  

This is where it came from. 

I ready my wand once more, pointing it steadily in front of me as I slowly walk toward the dark corridor.  The whispering increases, still spewing words of warning.

Beware.

Evil has returned.

Beware.

The Darkness is among us.

BEWARE.

It felt as if the closer I got toward the dark hall the more frantic the whispering seem to get. But I don't let it phase me as I continue my slow sneaky steps onward; sweat dripping down my brow in anticipation.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" a dark voice speaks from behind startling me out of my robes. 

"Petrificus Totalus!" I instantly spin around, pointing my wand at my attacker. The moment the spell left my lips I watch as the perpetrator quickily hits the ground dodging the spell. My breath hitches in my throat the moment my eyes connect to two smoldering grey orbs. 

"Gee thanks for that, as if I didn't have enough emotional problems as it is; let's at near death experience to that list!" His words are hard and bitter but his tone is filled with a certain level of playfulness that I'm not really sure what to think.