Death Eater and the Light

The night rose over the day so easily in this blisteringly cold season. The winter air, brisk and chilled, rushed over the plain leaving tiny snowflakes to dance along the breeze. The once-green grass lay sleeping under the blanket of snow, thick and untouched. The moonlight reflected reds and oranges over the frozen wasteland; the brilliance of their hues could not be fully appreciated by human eyes. All that nature had created lies in peace, as they waited. For tonight was going to be a great night, tonight magic would be born.

In the distance a house could be seen. Its exterior looked placid and stiff. No signs of family or love came from this house. This house looked lonely and bitter, standing alone amongst nature's beauty, only to feel ugly. Clouds of smoke rose from its chimney, filling the air with sudden heat, only to fade into coldness. The two-story house was black inside except for a single candle. It sat within the window of the second floor. Symbolizing a ray of hope inside a world of darkness.

Even though the world was quiet, slight yelling and screaming could be heard coming from the house. Shouting and more yelling only followed. But those sounds seemed to have captivated the world, for all was silent. Then two very loud screams were heard, screams of newborn babies. God's finest gift to the world: Children. The moon beamed more brilliant, giving off colors very rarely seen. Two new children were brought into this world, and they were children of magic.

Oh but nature mourned as well, for two more children had not lived. Two children would not be welcomed into the world that day. The birds sung their songs of sorrow; they had lost two souls before they could be welcomed into the world. Let us go into the house to greet those that have lived and show remorse for those that have passed.

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The house was cold and lifeless. The interior looked as lost and lonely as the exterior. Its walls held no color, just drab darkness. Only a fireplace was the source of light here, and even though the fire blazed, no warmth came from it. Upstairs lay four sleeping women, exhausted from their deliveries. All were unable to see their children before they were whisked away to be cleaned and checked. Outside of one of the doors stood two elderly women. Both covered in dust and blood, both having a stern looks on their faces. Two of the women would not get to see their children; in their eyes those were the women that should get remorse. The other two, they believed, did not deserve those children.

"How will they know? We can just give them the still born children."

"It isn't right! They may be outsiders, but it isn't right!"

"Elizabeth and Samantha deserve those babies more than those, those demons!"

"They aren't normal! They will figure it out!"

"Shut your mouth girl! They won't figure it out! Now go get the babies and give them to their rightful mothers, while I tell the other two that they have lost their children."

The woman went into another room, gently grabbing both bundles of joy. She walked out of the room into the hall to face the woman. A look of utter disgust crossed her face, but even in the dimness of the hall anger was clearly in her fiery eyes.

"Those demons should never have been allowed to stay! You will give those children to their rightful mothers! And never shall you speak a word to anyone about it! You hear me? Not a word!"

The woman nodded, holding the two bundles to her breasts, she watched as the woman disappeared into the door in front of them. The coldness brushing against her arms made a shiver of foreboding run through her veins. They would know. She was certain of that. She turned around and went into the room right across from it, the light and warmth coming from it hit her cheeks turning them a nice shade of pink.

The crying and screams could be heard from the village. And all of nature felt the pain from the two witches and showed their own loss. The moonlight dimmed, hiding behind clouds that seemed to roll out of nowhere. Thunder and lightening filled the air. The snow seemed less perfect, dull and gray, no longer white and radiant. Animals cried into the night, their senses telling them that trouble would soon come.

The two elderly women had been right in assuming that the two women were not human. They were on a higher level than humans; the last of their kind, Elves. The children they had delivered were half wizards and with their elf powers they would have been the strongest. They would have helped repopulated the wizard line. But they had not survived. Or so that was what the elderly lady had told them. Out of a fit of anger they set the house on fire.

The house stood in the middle of the frozen field, its interior blazing with flames as the two elderly women and the two women with their new babies fled from the burning house. Within, two crying women sat in the corner, the fire never touching them, comforting themselves in each other's arms. Their jet-black hair began blowing around them, making them look like fallen angels. But in their eyes besides tears stood a flame that burned brighter then the fire around them. Revenge.

*****

A year had passed since the burning of the old Ford place. There, now, stood only ashes. No one ever went back there, having been told that the two women had set it on fire using the Devil's tricks. Everyone had been certain that they had perished within the burning house, for if you use the Devil's tricks you will have to give your life for it. But little did they know that the two women had only shrunk from the people. They stayed near, but not too near, for fear of being seen. They stayed near the house; sure that no one would bother them, planning revenge and the capture of the children that is rightfully theirs.

Under the light of the full moon the two women ran. Their feet barely touched the ground as they ran through the shadows. The World remained silent, even its strong winds waited in anticipation and the two elves ran through the village in search of the children. It didn't take long for the children to be found. They lie in two different houses, sleeping with in the homes of those that had not given birth to them. But that didn't matter now. The children were with their rightful mothers now.

Long hair of jet-black floated like water along the currents of the wind, grazing the cheeks of pale skin, and brushing away little traces of tears. Long slender fingers ran over the chubby cheeks of a baby whose cries died into the empty night. But those cries would not go unnoticed. Before either woman could do anything, the babies, their babies, were ripped from their hands and taken deep into the shadows.

Months had passed. The townspeople had made their decision; the two women would be put to death. On a stage in the middle of the town the women stood, their jet-black hair flowing around them like black halos. Their heads down so that they could not see the jeering crowd below them. The sentence had been made; the women would be put to death by hanging. They were witches; demons and they would be killed for treason to God! The man that would be pulling the switch asked them if they had any last words.

Both raised their heads, and it is then that the resemblance was noticed. They were twins. Two beautiful twins with hair of the blackest black, skin pale and creamy, bodies firm and youthful. But it was their eyes that were different. One had eyes of silver, gleaming beneath long black lashes, the other had eyes of the brightest green-hazel to ever be seen. The one with the green-hazel eyes opened her mouth and began to sing a song. Her voice was clear and hypnotizing. Then her sister joined in, singing high and beautiful. Within their song they told of danger. They sung of their return from the dead within one of the townspeople's line. From them they would be reborn, and they would reunite with their rightful children. They stopped their song, the spell having been cast and they locked hands. Their gaze fell on the two women that glared at them. In each of their arms sat a child. Their children.

"We shall meet again, my son!"

The rope was cut; all that remained was the gleam in their eyes. As death claimed the beauty of the twins.

*******

Harry awoke from his dream, a dream that he had been having since as long as he could remember. But lately the dreams became vivid, more alive. As if he had been there, watching those two twins die in front of him. In the beginning the twins' faces had been blurred. Lately it seemed like he was able to see through their eyes. For some reason he never knew them to be twins until tonight. Their resemblance was uncanny. Had it not been for their eyes he would never be able to tell them apart.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, as he gazed around the dark room. Four other beds stood spread out around the room. Each held one of his sleeping classmates. Though the room was dark, some moonlight shined in, casting an eerie glow on the floor. Sighing he laid back down, allowing sleep to claim him once more. Images from his dream began to fade into the deeper recesses of his mind. What remained were her eyes. The twin with the green-hazel eyes seemed to burn into his mind. He would never forget those eyes.

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Across the school Draco lie awake. He had had the same dream as Harry, but they would not know this for a while. His mind raced, thinking of where he had heard that song from, where he had seen those exact faces. But for the life of him, he just couldn't place where. He lay down on his bed, swearing that he would talk to his father about his dream tomorrow. Those people in that dream were very familiar and he was sure his father would know. Sleep whispered into his ear, telling him all would be settled in the morning.

A shadow of two women appeared over each boy's bed, misty hands spread over each boy's forehead. A song floating on the air, a kiss, a whispered promise, and then they disappeared.

Days would pass before Draco and Harry would forget the dreams. Months would pass before that song would be heard again. A year would pass before the misty forms would return. And a lifetime would be needed before either boy would ever understand exactly who they are and why exactly the dream of the "Twins" will change their lives forever.