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She who walks in Darkness	By : SheWalksInDarkness Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters and canon script of this Harry Potter fic are owned by J K Rowling and not myself, I make no money or profit off this fic.

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This was not the time for fear she told herself. Nothing so far about her experience had suggested there was a threat, even the mysterious voice greeting her, so, giving in to childhood abandon, she breathed in deeply, grasped the pewter door handle and pulled it wide. She was greeted by a dark corridor, the dim outlines of furniture covered by sheets just illuminated by the light pouring from the tower room she had been transported to. A wave of disappointment hit her, she didn’t know what she had expected but it wasn’t this, not further darkness and questions. Silently reprimanding herself for her misled expectations she took a step across the threshold.
As soon as her foot landed on the dusty wooden floor the area immediately around her began to change. Candles flickered into life in the ornate gold wall lamps, the wooden floor became clear from dust and took on a high polished sheen. New life was breathed into the flattened faded rugs on the ground and they thickened, becoming plush and bursting with colour, twisting into intricate oriental patterns, reds and oranges shot through with threads of gold and amber. The colours of the walls brightened, deep emerald greens with glossy maple wood panelling become bright enough to reflect her image. The previously tarnished gold framed portraits and mirrors glistened in the light from the candles, their inhabitants beginning to stir. Another step forward brought the sheets covering the furniture nearest her to whoosh off, vanishing in to thin air, leaving behind magnificent pieces, hand carved wooden tables displaying large ornate lamps with red velvet shades or else housing vases of magnificent flowers that seemed to grow right out of the tables themselves; velvety red roses stood tall and proud amongst white lilies, their centre pink with blush, intertwined with vines of darkest green ivy and surrounded by delicate Babies breath, an almost lace like appearance contrasting with the strong colours. Their heady scent filled the air and overwhelmed her senses as she continued to look around for more evidence of change. She ran her hand along the golden frame of a plush chaise longue, marvelling at the carvings running down it, at the softness of the velveteen and satin cushions that lay plumped upon it.
A wave of excitement rushed over her as she realised her presence was breathing life itself into the house, just as the house had provided her with a new life. With childlike joy she took off, sprinting down the corridor as fast as she could, running her hands over the walls as she went, feeling them change beneath her fingers. Reaching the end she whipped around in time to catch the rush of colour and light that followed her, the dazzling opulence of even a mere corridor blinding her. Whispers were growing amongst the inhabitants of the portraits, figures running from frame to frame, noise levels rising, all saying the same thing, “She has returned!”
Thea didn’t notice the figures around her peering down, instead she began flinging open doors allowing each room to bloom into its original state, feeding off her presence. The corridor, opulent as it in itself was seemed only to be the attic suite to something much larger. Each room opened presented a bedroom, each with a bathroom attached. However the furniture within, whilst beautiful, could certainly not be for a human, or an adult human at least. As if everything had shrunk to miniature, pint sized beds stood next to wide bay windows. A small wardrobe and dresser stood in the corner of each room and a miniature sofa that, despite clearly being at least a double seater, Thea was sure she would fully take up if she were to sit on it. Even in the bathrooms, again all identical, minute claw foot baths stood alone, little porcelain sinks hiding behind in the corner. Puzzled, she walked towards the final door at the end of the corridor and pulling it open felt her heart leap, her breath catching in her throat. A large sweeping marble staircase led into a hall large enough to rival any at Hogwarts. Running down it, colours burst into life before her, candles igniting in the candelabras to light her way. She could see masses of doors leading off in all different directions and further staircases leading into a grand entrance hall, the soft music of a water fall filling her ears as pools and flowers grew, freed from their stagnation.
Running down each staircase to what she presumed was the first floor she came across a wing where the paintings had taken on a different air, all seemingly based around food! A small laugh escaped her as she took this to mean she was running in the direction of the kitchen, she continued and found herself in a magnificent affair complete with flagstone flooring warmed by a large fire that had burst into life in the hearth. Red brick walls gave the room a rustic feel whilst the large roughly hewn wooden table made it homely. Brightly polished copper pans shone, hanging down from overhead bars, reflecting off the granite work surfaces, there were further doors still that led off the kitchen and through one of them she heard the high pitched chatter of other magical beings: House Elves! Sighing with relief that she was not alone she beamed around, unable to fully take in the grandeur of the place, the sights and sounds all overwhelming her.
A low chuckle surrounded her as she froze:
“I am glad this pleases you my child, my house, and now your house, has been waiting for your return”
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