บท 15: Chapter 15:
Rodrick had fallen asleep, he'd expected to see his grandfather, well looked forward to it at any case; he wasn't interested in any spells or such at the moment, he was currently more interested in his family's fortune. The last time he'd spoken to his only family member, he'd found out that his family did indeed have a vault at Gringotts.
While he had no intention of opening it up yet he knew he would eventually need to rely on it. In the end he didn't end up staring at the mirrors; instead, he found himself in another barren field. While this wasn't the first time he'd been in an empty realm like this, he knew this one was different, he could feel it in his bones. Something felt foreboding about the area he was in. His mind screamed for him to wake up, something was wrong, and he knew it. Rodrick blinked and found himself on a singular mud covered road.
The road was big enough for a single person to pass through, Rodrick looked towards the end. There was a teen, sat on the floor, he tried to focus on the man's face but something stopped him from recognizing or even understanding any part of it, he could see all the details however it didn't translate to his brain. It was almost as if he was attempting to read an unknown language. On the floor, breathing heavily next to the older looking student was a sight that revolted him completely, he was shocked he had missed it in the first place. It looked like the corpse of a baby; the body was shriveled, colored pink. The eyes, however, threatened to churn his stomach inside out, lifeless, cold-blooded eyes. The same thing occurred, he couldn't keep the image in his head, every time he blinked it disappeared.
He attempted to run towards the pair but never seemed to get any closer, a few moments was all it took before he gave up.. He made to reach for his wand until he realized it was missing. Before he could contemplate it any further, another figure appeared in front of him. Rodrick's heart beat faster, the man's body and face were shrouded in darkness, there was an eery feeling in his head that he couldn't quite seem to place.
Slowly the shrouds seemed to expand in size before literally splitting apart through the middle. Two shrouds, the same size as the previous stood in front of him.
It looked as if someone had used a duplication spell. When Rodrick looked closer he almost hit himself in frustration, how had he not noticed the raised wand earlier. The wand in question looked ancient, the wood, however, was familiar to him, he had seen a likeness of it before, but it looked like it was missing a core. 'How was he using a wand without a core?' he thought to himself.
The two shades stared at each other, Rodrick still couldn't make out any features, they were both surrounded by darkness. It wasn't long before the grounded teen had started to move, one of the shades had lent it a hand and helped him up. The shade in question pointed him in a direction, and the older boy disappeared without a sound. Rodrick rubbed his eyes thinking he had missed something. The shades that were left simply stared at each other, they looked like mirror copies of each other. A third figure appeared next to the helpful one, this one he could see but once again couldn't discern any features.
This dream was beginning to frustrate him a great deal.
The new arrival spoke in a low monotone voice, he was unable to make out any of the words. A couple of seconds later and both the visible person and the helpful shade had disappeared. The corpse of a baby and the silent shade was all that remained. Rodrick was staring at them waiting for something to happen before he almost recoiled.
The shade moved at an unbelievable speed towards him, Rodrick put his hand up, intent on firing off a Protego to defend himself, however his mouth wouldn't move, attempting a non-verbal version resulted in the same effect. He instead brought his hand up to protect his face but found his hands frozen. The shade was getting closer and closer... Before it moved past him.
Rodrick's breathing skyrocketed, he had seen the shade practically fly past him, and something in his mind felt about to burn. Rodrick turned around to look for the shade and found nothing; even the road had disappeared. He turned his head back, breathing heavily, in an attempt to locate the mutated creature. Instead, all he saw was a large mansion, a mansion that disappeared just as fast as it showed itself.
A gust of wind crashed into him, landing him on his back, at the disappearance; his eyes landed on what had been behind him. Hogwarts. The castle much like the manor had also disappeared, however, no wind followed it.
It was at that moment that his mind recoiled, unbearable pain filled him, lasting a few minutes before disappearing entirely. But what had replaced it made Rodrick pale. For he'd remembered the small second he'd gazed into the shrouded figure.
Rodrick had seen his own yellow eyes staring back at him.
Rodrick woke up with a silenced scream. He found himself drenched in sweat; his eyes had bulged to a new level. His magic had already worn off, his natural face set in. Before he could think anything through, however, he found himself back into a dreamless sleep; he had no memories of what he had seen the next morning.
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