Order of the Sphinx... Why should HP get to have all the fun?

Chapter 38: Sea of Blood

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Nope. Not me. It's her's I'm afraid *points dejectedly at J.K Rowling*

I just like to play on her swing set.

Chapter 38: Sea of Blood

I groaned, the feeling of being run over by a train, and then hit and kicked by thousands of angry brumbies seemed to wash over me. I was reluctant to leave the cool, dark embrace of oblivion, but after a while, my memories came rushing back and with a horrified gasp my heavy eyes flew open and I tried to get a grip on my surroundings.

All I could see at first was a trickle of red liquid as it wriggled and stroked the brown cobblestones. A cool breeze seemed to jump to life and I shivered where I lay on my stomach; my thin tee-shirt doing nothing to save me from the wind.

I watched the trickle almost fascinated, watching as it swam towards me. Following its previous path with my eyes, I managed to catch a glimpse of the large swimming puddle of crimson red it had come from. I frowned, the smell of rusty salt swirling around. Curious to see the cause of the puddle, I turned my head more and tilted it upwards only to catch a glimpse of blank, lifeless brown eyes staring at me with horror.

A blood curling shriek left me and I rolled, desperate to get away from the corpse lying next to me, only to bump into something heavy but slightly soft behind me. Scrambling to my feet and trying to ignore the vertigo which rammed into me, I saw what I had rolled into; another dead body. I shrieked again and for the first time realised I wasn’t in Australia anymore.

It was probably wrong of me to imagine myself in a white and blue checked dress holding Alfred and saying, “Alfred, I don’t think we’re in New South Wales anymore.” But that’s exactly what I was thinking.

Fear can do some funky shit.

The quaint little town centre, wherever it was, was absolutely covered in blood and dotting the main square like some odd debauched and gory puzzle were dead bodies. My breathing heavy, I felt tears sting my eyes and was suddenly reminded of the terrible reoccurring nightmare I had been having since I was a child; instead of a lake filled with corpses, I was looking at a sea of blood, the faces of unknown people permanently twisted into looks of terror.

I sobbed, looking down at my hands and found them covered in blood. My wand was in one hand and in the other, I held a long and blood covered Scythe. I screamed and whirled around, trying to find a way out.

I had to get out of here.

That was the thought that seemed to crash through the tidal wave of panic and horror which surged and swallowed me, and rational thought was thrown to the wind as I began to pick my way over the bodies towards an alley way I was hoping would take me out of town.

Finally I reached the mouth of the alley and was met with two wide eyed men in red cloaks. I froze, and a staring contest ensued. They looked from me, to the body littered town centre to the weapons in my bloodied hands, and made the same route continuously.

Suddenly, something in them snapped, and one of them glared at me with a mixture of loathing and terror. “Young lady?” questioned the man gruffly. My breathing increased, and I felt adrenaline surge through my veins. The other one snapped out of his trance and slowly drew his wand from his sleeve. I suddenly recognised them for what they were.

Aurors.

Fuck.

“I- I” I began, but my voice played traitor and swallowed the rest of my sentence. They took a menacing step forwards in synchronisation and I took an immediate step back. “I didn’t do it. I swear.” I squeaked, my eyes feeling like they were wide enough to make Mickey Mouse proud.