HP and the DA: The Entry
Chapter 6
The Entry
It was over. He had been delivered to the dark arts school.
He stood there, stunned and curious to his faith. He stood on a dark colored floor. In front of him stood a low man nearly reaching his waist, glasses on hi unseen eyes, the glasses were shining as on fire, large “ears hanging to the small face and the grayish long beard. He was dresses in complete black robes with something like a official symbol running near his chest ‘BBSSA’ ( should be Black Beads School of Strange Arts). The symbol was woven in red. His head was bald.
Harry looked around, all the walls were dark color-mostly blackish and light torches hanged upside down. A line facing the ceiling where as the other line just below it facing the ground thus lightening both sides well. Everywhere black pieces of clothes were hanging all around. The ceiling was unending, just the black pieces could be seen hanging down like threads from the top.
“Mr. Harry Potter, pivot drive number four, study of triple degree in dark arts-Right?” the little man said under his little lips “thank you for your willingness” he added and turned with a black letter and something resembling to quill in his hand, the quill and its tip was nearly burning like the core of a fire but the light produced was bluish.
“I-I-I-don’t wa-want to –not willingness” Harry could hardly complete his first sentence in the unknown place. He was still stunned.
“The dark walls, the dark peace and the lightening fire like ambitions and you are not wishing to join?” the man said deeply.
“ya –ya-yes. I don’t want to-”
“Then only one thing can help you Mr. Potter” he sat behind a dark red colored table.
“Sit down, Mr. Potter” he took out his wand, waved it at the nearby cloth which sprang to life and formed the shape of a stool like a balloon filling to air. “sit down”
Harry first hesitated but he had no choice, he had no wand with him, nowhere to go and did not know what the strange person in front of him or the clothes could do. Were the strange arts similar to the magic he had learnt?
“surely it is , like I know your mind .we call it coreing and its different and more powerful than yours. Now-”
“How do I get out of here?”
The man looked up staring at Harry’s eyes.
“How do I get out of here?”
“Death”