Shards of Isis
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,749
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Shards of Isis
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse. The only thing I get from this fanfic is my own demented sense of enjoyment. All Hail JK!
Prologue: The Fissure
I had wandered for days, endlessly, seeking out a pyramid. The Egyptian night was a relief from the incessant torture of the sun, but the sand was capricious, burned my eyes, and cut my feet. I lost
my footing and fell more than once. The Pyramids mocked me, and my plight with their stony silence.
All was still, except for my clumsy manoveurings towards the colossus I had suffered to find. I used
my wand to navigate the way, and found the pyramid by instinct, rather than the paltry light it afforded me. The illumination my wand provided barely indicated the symbol I had been seeking--the serpent of Isis. I ran my fingers over the sigil, and spoke in parseltongue. Even in English, the words were hisses. "I seek the skin of Isis." My wand's light extinguished, I held my breath and waited. The edifice rumbled, and groaned. Then the stars seemed to fade, and I had a moment's urge to run when the sand became an open mouth beneath my feet. I fell into darkness.
Prologue: The Fissure
I had wandered for days, endlessly, seeking out a pyramid. The Egyptian night was a relief from the incessant torture of the sun, but the sand was capricious, burned my eyes, and cut my feet. I lost
my footing and fell more than once. The Pyramids mocked me, and my plight with their stony silence.
All was still, except for my clumsy manoveurings towards the colossus I had suffered to find. I used
my wand to navigate the way, and found the pyramid by instinct, rather than the paltry light it afforded me. The illumination my wand provided barely indicated the symbol I had been seeking--the serpent of Isis. I ran my fingers over the sigil, and spoke in parseltongue. Even in English, the words were hisses. "I seek the skin of Isis." My wand's light extinguished, I held my breath and waited. The edifice rumbled, and groaned. Then the stars seemed to fade, and I had a moment's urge to run when the sand became an open mouth beneath my feet. I fell into darkness.