Book of the Dark Lords Shadow Prophecy

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[Kiara Johnson]

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      Harry read the paper again.  He found what he looked for on the front page, as usual.  Kiara had struck again.   He read out loud:

All the upper quadrant of Muggle society has been wiped out.  Voldemorts followers have struck again.  The one known as The Dark Lords Shadow has completely destroyed any and all living things there.  Men, women and children alike, She doesn't seem to discriminate.  They way the Ministry sees it, is that all she seems to care, is to rid the magic world of any and all Muggle existence.   No one seems to be able to get close to her.  After the great destruction of most the Ministry officials at the battle of the Shadows castle, there doesn't seem to be any one to help.  This writer has decided to flee from this country in hopes to escape her wrath.  This will be my last report.  I urge each and every one to do the same.  If you have families, take them as far from this carnage as you can......

    Harry trailed off; the rest of the article contains nothing more than a warning of impending danger, he already knew was to come.

    "Any word from Max?"  Harry looked up and asked.   Dumbledore shook his head.  "No, I'm afraid not.  I know he went to Kiara.  What he was thinking, I do not know.  He is most likely dead already."  Dumbledore replied.  Although, he didn't look convinced.  Harry stood up, putting the paper down on the table.  "Do you think the Muggles we've managed to bring here will listen to us?"  He asked, now beginning to pace the floor.  

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Dumbledore thought a moment before answering.  "Harry, they have only just now been faced with the reality that they are not the only race of intelligent beings on this planet and what they have seen of the magical world, lying under there very noses, is nothing but mayhem and destruction.  I think that we will be lucky if they don't all try and kill themselves.  No, I don't think they will listen to us at all, maybe a few but not all of them.  No."  Was his matter of fact answer to Harry's obvious, changed of subject question.  

    The door to the room Harry and Dumbledore were sitting in flew open.  In walked a familiar and happily welcome figure.  "Those Muggles are nothing more than a bunch of annoying animals!  Rude, very rude, here we are, trying to save the lot of em and what thanks do we get?  Curses thrown at us, accusations that we are only just waiting to feed them to the wolves...I tell you, I can almost agree with Kiara and that snake of hers."   McGonnigal came storming into the room.  "Problem with our charges Minerva?"   Dumbledore said, barley keeping a smile from sliding across his aged face.  "Oh, they are about to find out what it is to have an angry WITCH, after them..." Harry couldn't help it, he burst out laughing.  "I don't think I've seen you this angry since the time when Ron and I decided to fly that car to school."  He said between fits of laughter.  McGonnigal turned on him then, suddenly laughing her self.  "You know Harry?  Your right, I don't think I've been that angry in a very long time.  Since you left the school, things seem to have gotten easier on me."  She laughed.  Then they stopped, remembering now that the school, along with just about every other thing they all held so dear had been put aside, no time for those tings now that Kiara had gone through with her Prophecy, to dangerous to have so many people in one spot.   Suddenly Harry stood up from his chair, his exposition no long cheery yet, dark and angry.  "I'll be in my room if you need me."  He turned and walked slowly out the door.  Dumbledore watched him leave.  Ron had been one of the fallen at the castle and this was the first time Dumbledore had heard him mention his name since then.  He knew it was hard for him, seeing his best friend disintegrated by his sister with nothing any one could have done to stop it.  Minerva turned a sad face to Dumbledore.  "I almost thought he was going to be alright, for a moment."  She said as she took a seat at the table.  "I think he stumbled onto that one, wasn't thinking.  Well, he'll get through this; he just needs more time to think.  We couldn't even have a proper sending for any of those fallen souls lost on that battlefield.  There wasn't anything left of them.  She so totally destroyed them that...only piles of ashes where left to be seen.  The wind soon scattered their remains across the field and that was it."  Dumbledore explained.  Although it was hard for him as well, he had seen many die, lost many friends before and was able to recount the memory with little pain.  The only pain he suffered now was the total betrayal of his goddaughter.  However, he couldn't even blame that on her, it was fate that played them, and there was nothing a mortal, or magical, man could do to stop it.  

    Harry paced his bedroom floor.  Something of which he'd done a lot of as of late.  He couldn't get the last picture of Ron from his mind.  He had looked at him, just before she attacked, Ron's smile at the excitement of the battle changed so suddenly, then, there was nothing but a pile of ashes where his best friend had once stood.  The look of knowing in Ron's eyes, the look of pain as he was first hit with the bolt, then nothing, nothing more of the friend Harry had cherished more than any other in his life.  He hated his sister, even if she did stop now, it would make no difference to him, the only reason he even cared to help with the Muggles now was, for Ron.  His family had loved Muggles so much and Harry thought this was the only thing he could do now to keep the name of Weasley alive and in him.  The whole family, save Bill, had been destroyed out there.  Bill was still in Egypt; he hadn't come back to this hell.  Harry didn't blame him.  Although, at the rate Kiara was moving, he too would soon have to deal with it.  Harry laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, he began searching for his sister, just o see if maybe he could feel something of her, to send her his thoughts to show her what she had done to him, although, he really didn't think or even care, if she cared.

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    Kiara was sitting in the garden, suddenly she realized she had dropped her guard and she felt a strong force as Harry's emotions hit her all at once.  First she began to feel agonized then a great hatred filled her, greater than that in which she now felt for the world.  Then Kiara smiled.  "So, brother, wants to play the emotion game does he?  Well, lets just see how he likes mine..."  Kiara said it out loud then a dark foreboding expression crossed her lovely features, this is what Draco saw as he walked into the garden.  He stopped and watched, not wanting to disrupt her in any way, he had heard what she said and thought it might be amusing to think of just how Harry might try to handle some of the emotions Kiara held in that cold, darkened heart of hers.  He smiled at the prospect.  

 Suddenly Harry's body convulsed with great pain as he had never before in his life felt.  He doubled over and threw up.  The pain not subsiding then suddenly he was filled with such a sense of loss and fear that he began to cry, he couldn't understand it at first but, he figured it out when he suddenly had a lustful feeling for Draco.  He laughed despite the pain and anguish.  Great rage, that which equaled his own welled up inside him now.  Then suddenly a coldness that made even the deepest pit of ice seem hot, welled up inside his very soul.  He shivered against it, he seemed to be momentarily lost in this feeling, and it felt as though he would die in there.  Harry quickly gained some of his senses back and pushed hard, closing himself off from his sister.  That, was something he most definitely would NOT attempt again.  She could have killed him with just the emotions and feelings burning inside her.  They were so overpowering that his mind was still reeling in pain.  He was having great difficulty bringing himself back under control.  Harry stood and took a step towards the door, his body wretched again, a few more steps and he fell to the floor.  His mind couldn't handle it any longer and he passed into thankful darkness.

    Kiara stood up, she was smiling, Harry had not been able to cut her out totally, and he had passed out before she left his mind.  She knew she hurt him, she knew he wouldn't try that again, not that is, if he was smart.  Kiara knew she could have easily killed him but it wasn't killing him that made her happy, it was the torturing of those who once dared to love her that made her smile these days.  She turned and noticed Draco standing in the garden and wondered how long he had been there.  "Spying on me is very unbecoming of you Draco."  She said to him as she came to stand before him, a smile painted on her face.  "I wasn't spying, I simply wanted to see you smile again, I knew that playing your little games with your brother would do just that.  Did he suffer much?"  Draco returned her smile.  Kiara let out a small laugh.  "Why, as a matter of fact, yes he did, I'd be willing to bet he doesn't try that game with me again."   Kiara kissed him lightly o the cheek then turned and walked away.  Draco decided it best not to follow her at this time.  If she had wanted him to do so, she would have said so.  He wasn't quite ready to have her angry with him again.  Instead, he turned towards the dungeons; he wanted to have a word or two with Max.

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Draco entered the dungeon; he headed for the room in which he knew Max would be held.  Upon approaching, he noticed it empty.  A sudden flash of anger crossed his face.  He turned and went to the guards  "Where's the prisoner?"  He demanded to know.  The guard looked at him with a bored expression.  "Lady Kiara has requested him to be sent to her quarters, Lord Malfoy."  He answered.  Draco's anger rose, then, with out warning, he pulled his wand, "CRUCIO!" he yelled, the guard hit the ground, squealing like a pig.   Just as suddenly as he had started, Draco stopped.   "How long ago."  He managed to say, although between clenched teeth.  The guard, gasping for breath, answered as best he could.  "Not — ten – minutes –" He passed out.   Draco then abruptly turned on his heel, his cloak, flying around and out behind him as he strode quickly away.

    "Why is it that you keep me around?  And why, do you feel the need of my company?"   Max asked, as he sat in a chair, opposite Kiara.  Kiara let a slight smile cross her face, as she listened to his voice.  "Don't worry Max, I will kill you soon enough.   However, there are a few things I wish for you to whiteness first."  Kiara replied.  "I don't wish to whiteness the atrocities you commit.  They are nothing more than the senseless raging of your insane blood lust."  Max answered, knowing she didn't care what he wanted.  Kiara laughed.  "You think I honestly care what you want?  No, I think you're smarter than that.  There is – other reasons as well."  Kiara replied, once again looking at him with the hunger of a ravaged lion for an injured prey.   Max smiled, knowing full well her intentions.  It aroused him; he too longed to have her in that way.  As hard as he tried to hide it, he could not.  The thought of having Kiara was certainly on the top of his list.  Even if it was just her body, he knew, he had lost her soul, a long time ago.  "I wouldn't object to your attentions, if you are so hungry to fulfill a sexual desire in me."  Max replied, now looking at her with the same, raw hunger she bestowed upon him.  

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    Draco stormed through the castle halls, headed for Kiara's apartments.  He soon found himself standing at her door, his whole body frozen as if he couldn't move.  Finally, he managed to raise his arm and pounded on the door.

    "Kiara let me in!  I know you've got him in there with you."  Draco yelled angrily.  He heard a small laugh from behind the door, it was Kiara, she was mocking his anger, and it only proved to further enrage him.

   "Oh do come in Draco, I should have guessed you'd be along soon enough."  Kiara replied as the door swung open to allow his entry.

    Draco strode in the room; every movement he made was evident of his anger.  Kiara looked up from her position on her chair.  Her expression was that of a snake, welcoming a rat, into it's home.  This was what stopped Draco in his tracks.  Many times before she had looked upon him in anger but this time, it was quite different.  He suddenly felt as though he didn't want to be there.  He felt a great fear of his life, welling up inside him as Kiara watched his movements with those brilliant green eyes of hers, they seemed to bore straight into his very soul, seemed to burn an image of his impending doom upon his sight.

   "You wanted to see me Draco?  Well, speak up man, I don't have all day you know."  Kiara said in a hissing tone.  Her voice reflecting the danger warning that Draco knew he should be very wary of now.

   Draco looked from Max to Kiara then turned an angry gaze upon Max again who, sat there with a great smirk on his face.
"I – I only wanted to be sure of your safety Kiara.  When I had heard that you brought this, wizard back to your apartment, I was scared for your safety."  Draco replied as calmly as he could muster.

    Kiara began a sort of laugh, although it seemed to Draco, and Max as well, that this was not a laugh that meant things were ok.  Instead of making one feel light and happy, this laugh, if that's what one called it, made both Max and Draco feel cold, almost frozen from with in their own bodies.  It sent a chill through their spines and made them tremble unwillingly.  She looked between the two of them and her laugh ceased.  She replaced it with a look that told stories of pain and suffering.  Neither of them wished to be in her presence any longer.  

  "It would seem to me that the two of you should like to continue your life time of hatred and the lust of blood for one another's soul.  Should I permit this?  I think not.  I do believe it is truly time for me to show you just who is in charge here."  Kiara's eyes flashed a shade of blood red that sent further chills down the spines of her two male companions.  "Oh, don't you worry my dearest Draco, I have no intentions of killing you, at least not at the present time.  You will however, be taught a lesson in manners, a lesson I must admit was my fault for not teaching you in the first place."  She paused, now turning her gaze upon the man she had once loved more than life it's self.  Her expression turned a bit softer for a moment then hardened just as quickly.

    "I never questioned your –" Draco started then was cut off.
"You will not speak to me unless I ask you to speak to me."  Kiara growled as she turned her gaze back upon him.

   Then, with out warning or even the slightest movement from Kiara the two wizards both fell to the floor, screaming in agony and terror as their worst fears and pains engulfed their minds and bodies.  Kiara sat in her chair looking upon their trembling bodies as if this was some sort of fine amusement for her.  A wicked smiled crossed her face.  She kept them withering on the ground for several minutes before finally putting a stop to their suffering.

    "As I have so often explained to people, you will be surprised what you can live through."  She paused to gaze upon their bodies, both lying where they fell, unable to move and breathing heavily from the punishment bestowed upon them.  Kiara stood and walked over to each wizard, kicking him on the ribs.  
"Your nothing to me, either of you.  I could have easily killed you both with just the thought however, I must admit, you, Draco Malfoy, still have some use to me as of yet and you, Max, I'm not prepared to end your suffering so quickly."  Kiara laughed that same chilling laugh as before then she simply strode from the room, the door swinging shut, and latching behind her, Leaving the two wizards lying on the floor, both wanting nothing more than to kill her.  Both locked together in the same room.

[Damion]

THANK YOU!  I have been waiting for more on this story.  Thank you Thank you thank you.

    I just love how evil you have made Kiara.  It's rather interesting the things you put this character through in all your stories.

[Kiara Johnson]

(I thank you for your kindness Damion.  I am glad you like the story.)

CAPTER 6

   
    Several hours had passed before Harry finally gained consciousness again.  He turned painfully over to his back, the blood from his lip now dried on his cheek.  He assumed he must have bit his lip when Kiara had made her final attack upon him.  He sat up slowly, holding his pounding head in his hands and waiting for the room to stop spinning, he stood.

 "I don't think that was the best idea I've had in a long time."  He chuckled to himself as he made his way over to the chair seated next to his desk.

    Harry took out a piece of parchment and a quill, filled the quill with ink, then began scribbling a letter to Bill.  He was sure that it was time for him to come and help out with what was going on around the old town.  It was Bill's turn to take some responsibility for all this as well.

Bill,
I know this is asking a lot but we could really use your help around here.  Kiara has grown ever stronger and her forces have totally disrupted all order to any Muggle life on this side of the world.  Your parents once said that to live a life with out the Muggles would be the same as living a life with out purpose.  Do you remember those words?  I do and that is the reason I fight so hard to keep myself sane around here.  Dumbledore has worn down; it is evident in his every move.  I don't think he's going to be much longer in this dark world my sister has created.  I believe she has taken that spark from him; the last one he had left in him.  Please, consider coming back, you can't hide out forever; Kiara will eventually make her way to your side of the planet any way.

Harry Potter

    Harry rolled up the letter and then walked to the owlery.  He called an owl down from the rafters, tied the letter to its leg, and sent it out the window.  Then he turned and went back down to the meeting room in which he had left so abruptly earlier.

    Dumbledore was snoozing at the table over a stack of old manuscripts.  Harry smiled, Dumbledore was still seeking to find a way out of this terror they called their world now.  Even though, he as well as the rest of the people involved here, knew, there was no hope, only their efforts to try and save what Muggles they could from certain destruction.  That was the only thing they could do now.  Harry cleared his throat.  Dumbledore stirred and raised an even more aged and lined face than ever at Harry.

    "Oh, excuse me Harry, I was just resting my eyes for a moment."  Dumbledore said, a bit embarrassed at being caught in a moment of obvious weakness.
"I sent a letter to Bill, I hope to get him to come and help us here.  We need all the people we can get.  I only hope he can manage it."  Harry said as he strode over to the opposite table from where Dumbledore sat.

    The days passed and soon, Harry was once again sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet with a great look of distaste on his handsome face.  
"She's struck again.  This time it was at a Muggle school."  Harry said, now looking pale at the thought of how she could possibly have killed all those young children without another thought.  
"I don't get it!  She knows by now that we occupy this place and yet she does nothing to try and attack us.  Why?  Why does she keep killing the innocent in all this?"  Harry finished, throwing the paper down on the table and standing up.
"She isn't the one choosing the targets Harry.  Voldemort is doing that art.  She is his shadow of death, the one to do his bidding until such a time comes when she tiers of it.  Trust me Harry, when that time comes, you won't be so eager to have her looking your way."  McGonnigal replied to his outburst.
"No, I'd sooner she come and kill me than having her running about destroying Muggle children and leaving others to mop up after she has left.  It's Horrid the things she does to those poor Muggles.  Listen to this –" Harry began,

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