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the distorted kiss of the frequencies, an audition

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Jhess

Posted: Oct 21 2008, 01:29 PM

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Jhess

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PREFERRED NAME/NICKNAME: Jhess
AGE: 16, almost 17
REFERRAL: you had a member advertise on RoR affiliates.

EXPERIENCE: oh jeez... four years... or around there.
IDEAL GROUPING: one to say or making me

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INTRODUCTION PIECE:

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An orb� Sitting on a shelf with other orbs. It was calling to him. He wanted to know what it was, so he reached out, but as he touched it, everything turned bright, blinding him. He felt the ground disappear from under his feet, and felt the same sensation as flying, just without a broom� The next thing he knew, he was lying on a cold cement floor, curled up into the fetal position, half naked. All that he was wearing were his boxers. There was a hysterical laugh that was so familiar, yet so unknown. He was mocking him. All of this just for a stupid orb that seemed to call to him.

He floor disappeared from under him. He felt a scream coming up from his lungs, but it got caught in his throat as he fell. Fell into nothingness. It was dark then. It was hot where he was sitting. He felt a whip at his back suddenly. He cried out in pain, and the same hysterical laugh came again from all directions. Another crack of the whip, and he was lying face down in what seemed to be sand. He felt the open wounds of his back bleeding. The whip moved from his back to the back of his thighs. He stifled his cries into the sand.

The whipping stopped for a moment. "How about some snake venom?" A cold voice asked, before the whipping started again. The pain from the whipping was still there, but as the whip left his skin, a searing hot pain filled the mark that had been made. He arched his back and screamed for mercy. A laugh echoed in his ear, and ropes wrapped around his wrists, before dragging him to a cold room, where he started to convulse from the snake venom.

Please stop. He pleaded. He heard a sobbing from the corner opposite of him. He didn't have the strength to do anything. "Shh� It'll be okay soon�" He managed to call out, his voice no more than a whisper.

Draco Malfoy woke up in a cold sweat moments later. He felt a stinging on his back, just like the dream, only this one was much duller. He reached to his back and felt around, thankful that there weren't any welts, or blood. A small sigh escaped his unnaturally paled lips, and he fell back onto his bed, staring fearfully at the ceiling. An orb� He thought silently, an orb�

The next night, his dream intensified.

An orb again� This time it was dark green and a bright red, swirling together. He frowned as he stood amazed at the glowing orb. Something told him not to touch it. He didn't� Not just then at least. He just stood, mesmerized by it. Impulse took over then� He wanted to see it closer. He took a step closer, the orb calling out to him by then. He nodded to the words in his head telling him to pick it up. He reached out, and grasped it. He stopped, and waited. Nothing happened. He slowly removed it from the shelf then, and held it close, his thumb brushing against the delicate glass. It started to hum.

He frowned, and held it to his ear. Malfoy. Weasley. They were the only two audible words that were contained within the orb. He looked back up to where he had taken it from, and became even more confused. Ginevera Weasley. Draco Malfoy. The two names next to each other. He must be in the Department of Ministries then� And this was a prophecy. He looked back at the orb, and then looked around him. He saw a jet of green light reflected in the orb, and dropped it, running away as fast as he could.

He tripped while running, and looked back at the orb, which now lay broken. There were words, but he couldn't understand what was being said. It was like another language to him. He tried to concentrate, but saw red lights coming towards him. He scrambled to his feet and kept running, not looking back, for fear of what was chasing him. He ran into a wall, but the wall didn't stop him. He fell through. Suddenly he was flying, and then he was lying on a hot sandy beach. He shook his head, and sat up.

As he looked around, he saw many people, all lying face down in the sand, and whips with no one holding them whipping the people. His face contorted, and he looked around quickly. Chains came from the ground and bound him, pulling him up. "You're going to pay for that orb� Malfoy." Came a voice, and he was instantly struck with a whip. Welts appeared first, until the whip started to hit the welts in the same direction. He bit his lip to keep from yelling out in pain. When the whipping had ended, he had passed out from the pain, his lip bleeding from biting it so hard. The chains released him onto the sand. When he came around, there were hooded figures around him, all wearing a mask. Who are you?! He thought, unable to speak because he lacked the energy. He lay there defenseless. Suddenly a bright red light, exactly like the one in the orb, stunned the people around him. He lost consciousness again. When he came to again, he was lying in St. Mungo's, his back healing, but still stinging, like there was snake venom in them.

He tried to look around, but a firm, delicate hand kept him laying down. "Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy� We'll take care of you� If it wasn't for�" The words fuzzed out there, and his vision blurry.

He woke up again, terrified. Why was he in St. Mungo's? He looked around his room. Everything was still normal. Except there was a larger amount of pain on his back. He reached back, and brushed his fingers along the skin. Welts. His dreams were going to kill him until he found what they wanted him to find.

He was up and semi-dressed in a matter of minutes. He didn't care about his appearance at that moment. He just needed to talk to Dumbledore. He wanted to know what his dreams wanted him to find, or what he was supposed to do. He recalled every detail about his dream, then headed out of the dungeons. He was careful to keep a look out for Mrs. Norris, the sneaky little cat, and Filch. He didn't need to explain to him why he was out of bed.

Within ten minutes, he padded his way down the hall that led to the Headmaster's office, and looked at the stone eagle. He had no idea what the password was. "Uhm� I need to speak with Dumbledore. It's urgent." He told the Eagle. The head shook, but a voice from above told the statue that it was alright, and it began its ascent, the stair case moving with it.

He stepped onto the stairs, and winced in pain as he turned to look behind him, his back pinching one of the welts. As the staircase stopped moving, he stepped off, towards the door, and paused for a moment before knocking. "Professor�" He said, his voice edgy.

"Come in�" Came the calm voice of Dumbledore. Draco opened the door with difficulty, before walking in. The portraits around the room pretended they were asleep, and Draco bought it.

"Uhm, Professor Dumbledore�" He trailed off, while the man directed him to sit. He obeyed quietly. "I think I'm in danger from my dreams." Dumbledore looked at him, and tilted his head. He figured this was his way of saying continue. He explained, in full detail, his dreams since returning to school. They started out normal, but then they progressively got worse. He explicitly described the past two nights' dreams, a fearful expression on his face. The orb seemed to intrigue the man the most, because he called upon his bird, Fawkes, to investigate, and see if such an orb existed.

Draco explained a couple of things more than once, as the old man nodded. Finally, Draco mentioned the pain from the past two nights after waking up, and said that he actually had welts this time, as if he were actually being whipped. He was asked to show them, and he obliged. It was then, that he felt the old man's worry about the boy� or maybe it was some other reason.

He was told to return to his dorm and to not fall asleep. Draco nodded, and was about to get up, but the man continued to speak. "Also, I'd appreciate it if you would make an appearance in the Room of Requirements tomorrow after breakfast. I will be excusing you from classes until further notice." Draco looked at him with a confused expression, but the man just smiled, his eyes twinkling.

--

The next day, after breakfast, Draco listened to the old man, and was pacing three times in front of the place where the Room of Requirements was. A door appeared after this third pace, and he opened it, his eyes only to narrow at the other occupant once the door had shut. "This is a joke�" He said, turning around to leave, but the door disappeared.

OTHER: Pretty much, Draco and Ginny were having the same dreams, and there was a prophecy about them, so they were to figure it out together, before it was too late.

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