Death's Mediator

Fights...with more than trolls

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Sorry this took so long to finish and get up. Life has been hectic with preparing for some big changes. Thanks for all those that enjoy this story, I'll try to do better with the updates but I can't promise anything.

Chapter IIX

1991 October 31st- empty hallway in the Dungeons of Hogwarts

Vera would admit if only to herself that she screamed like the little girl she physically was instead of staying calm as she should have. But screaming out fears and frustration was supposed to be therapeutic, right? So that was what she did as soon as she slammed the door to the classroom close. Which in hind sight was probably a poor idea as the troll was still down the hallway and could probably hear her and knew that she was there. If it was one thing she knew about trolls was that no matter how stupid they were, they knew that live prey made a sound.

Raising an arm and lowering it back down she attempted to control her breathing. Raising her arm had her inhale and lowering it had her exhale, as she began to breathe regularly again, she started to think of a way out. She needed to get out someway somehow; the question was exactly that though, how?

She grabbed at the small dagger that she kept hidden in the inside of her cloak, even from Cypress. She would disapprove of Vera's need to keep the weapon, but it was times like these that Vera was ecstatic that she did as well as being ambidextrous so that she was able to throw her dagger and fire a spell from her wand. Now she just needed to get out there and make it to the Slytherin common room and assure herself that Cypress if alright.

'You might wish to use your wandless magic as well...' the slow drawl whispered in the back of her mind. She couldn't physically feel the effects that Lord Death had on her, but she knew from what Cypress had told her was that she was supposedly extremely cold.

'Trust us dear one. Listen to the instincts we have given you and the lesson that we have instilled in you.' The warm wisdom was something that had always been distinctively Lady Magick's, Vera had never been able to find anyone else that had the exact same sound.

She knew they were right, she just had to trust the two beings that had been with her for her entire life without letting her down. Besides she only had to get out of the dungeon and to higher up in the school, that wasn't too difficult, was it?

Vera breathed out evenly, listening closely to the thud, thud, thud, and the slight screeching noise as the troll dragged its club behind it. She held in her breath as the sounds stopped just outside of her door, she counted to twenty before the troll began walking again. With no sound indicating that the troll had turned around, Vera knew that would mean its back was to her and this was her chance to get out of there. As the thundering thuds starting getting fainter, Vera cracked the door slightly to look out.

Its monstrous mold green back was covered with fur, which Vera be latently saw that it was a bear skin vest. She kept her back against the wall, and began to creep against the wall. She couldn't make any sudden movement to alert the troll to her location. And then, her shoe connecting with a rock and set it skittering across the hall. The troll turned around rather quick and those dull mud brown eyes connected to astonished and petrified green and silver.

Uh-Oh, this can't end well.

...

Cypress couldn't stomach much, not just because Crabbe and Goyle were grotesque in their eating habits, but this day wasn't just Samhain to her sister. It was the day that her family decided that she was unimportant compared to her brother. She tried to smile and be happy with the other first years, but she missed those calm nights with the wind beating at their window at the orphanage. It wasn't the most pleasant place to be but it wasn't this crowded and Vera wasn't confined to all their light teachings.