Charon sits on his bed, the fire crackling from the fireplace. The beautiful flames dance and hug the wood, lighting and warming up the cold and dark room. His eyes locked with the unblinking ones of 'Jeff' or 'Jeff the killer', a fun name for an insane man who is a pyromania. "Sooo" the black haired man spoke in a raspy voice as if he has been smoking for 20 years, which was probably true. "What's up kid?" The pale one spoke, Charon raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"Errr, slendy said that you're starting your training today, and that your first class is with me." Jeff spoke as he brushed his black hair behind his shoulder. A sigh leaves Charon's mouth as he jumps from his bed, keeping his distance from the serial killer as the walk down the stairs and out the back door, charon's muscles slightly tense as if ready to run at any minute, even though it has been about two weeks since he has joined slenderman he is still on edge around the others, particularly because he's never met them and oh their murderers, even if he is one too.
"We are going to fight first with only our fists, I will see how to move on from then" the taller man spoke as Charon began to tie his hair that had been growing a significant amount more than before, probably because of the nutrients he was actually getting.
The earring that he had gotten on his left ear rattled as he tied his hair, it was an earring that was star shaped. He plans to get his other ear pierced at a different time but so far he is fine with his one ear pierced for now, he is wearing a free and durable clothing he thought fit for a duel, a light blue long sleeved shirt tucked into his tan jean shorts that flow in the wind, a belt fastened around his waist, a black vest over his blue shirt that offered extra protection and layers against the chilly wind.
The sky is dark as thunder clouds roll in, his green eyes locked with pure black ones; a grin spread against Charon's face as he lowered himself slightly, getting ready to run. His eyes eerie in the increasingly dark night, Jeff stands leisurely, he has his hands in his white hoodie pocket.
The two of them stood close to each other, Sally and Lazari near the end of the clearing they chose to train in; watching them as they played with their stuffed animals. After a beat of silence Charon was the first to move.
He moves swiftly, going behind his opponent as his fist punches through the air, a loud smack sounds through the trees as Jeff catches his fist, a grin approaching on the smaller boy's face as he twists, jumping up and over Jeff as he kicks.
Jeff grunts softly as his hand swiftly goes down to stop the blow, pushing the boy away as he jumps away, Charon runs head-on towards him, the smirk on his lips going wider as he kicks towards Jeff's head, the taller man's forearm blocking his face from the kick.
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He pants, a layer of sweat on his dark skin, his shirt damp as he sits on the ground. His green eyes looking up at Jeff, hunger lies deep in his stomach as the sky reflects thunderous clouds, the tall trees looming over the mansion and the large backyard of it. His stomach grumbles, both breaking the tense silence and making Jeff chuckle. Jeff brought his hand down to him to help him get up, a sense of amusement and embarrassment filled him as he stood up with the help of Jeff. "Let's go eat something kid" Jeff spoke with his regular raspy voice.
He followed behind, catching his breath as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, he had been going at Jeff for the past two hours, not giving up and getting more aggressive as the fight had gone on, Jeff having not broken a sweat made him admit defeat, knowing that he would improve in due time, especially since that as he ages Azrael will be teaching him more and more and advancing in difficulty as more time passes, but that had yet to come and he was fully looking forward to it, even if he knew he would have a lot of failure as he did so. He often prided himself of his patience with the dursleys and just because he had killed them— the crimson blood shines on the walls, floors, and once clean room, the moon reflecting the beauty of his work— doesn't mean that that trait would automatically go away, and he is quite happy with it despite how he had gotten the patience, even if he eventually snapped.
"Hey, kid, I need to find some pet's, want to help?" Jeff says, knocking on Charon's head who glares up at him.
"Sure, just quit doing that" he says, swatting away Jeff's hand as he stares up at the mansion in front of them, walking into the entrance.
"The first we are finding, or the two that are normally found together are 'death's vulture' and 'assumed magpie' . They should be around here somewhere, always are." He speaks, making Charon peak up at the names.
Death's vulture? an interesting name for a vulture, he'll have to ask Az about it. He thought as he walked to the living room, sitting down on the couch next to Sally's and Lazaris beanbags. "Sooo what are they exactly?"
"I think you could find out by the names" Jeff replied, making him roll his eyes.
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Severus Snape was never one to question those with more power above him, as it only resulted in him getting either a riddle, or tortured beyond comprehension. The thought alone made him scowl.
So when Albus, his boss, and one of the lords of the present time, called an emergency meeting for the 'order of phoenix' he had been slightly surprised; as Albus hadn't called a meeting much less an emergency one since the night of his old lord's death, the dark lord voldemort.
Snape paces throughout the living room of spinner's end, a headache brewing in his temples, wanting nothing to do with the order. Albus has always thought that he was on his side, or more better the light side, while he wasn't. Although he felt great grief when he had found Lilly dead that night despite his pleas, he knew that the dark lord would have had a reason, as he had listened to Snape's words, one of his followers.
He will always be loyal to the dark, that's just a fact, but in order to be in albus's good graces he acts, he knows truly that the dark lord won't be gone forever, there was no way that the dark lord wouldn't put up precautions, he always had a plan. The only thing that troubles Severus of his loyalty is the vow that the headmaster had made him sign and the life debt he also had for the boy-who-lived, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to act with both of those factors.
He sighed in resignation as he opened up his floo, to floo to the burrow, or the house of the Weasleys.
He steps through the floo to a cluttered room crammed of people inside of it, they where in the kitchen, the biggest room in this hellish house. Snape could already feel the headache brewing in his head.
He could spot Minerva who was conversing with hagrid, Molly Weasley who was cooking, nymphadora Tonks who was talking to Remus lupin who looked quite hazardous, Arabella figg who was alone and looked quite pale, mad-eye moody who was talking to Kingsley shacklebolt, the only other person who was missing was Albus.
Snape stood in the shadows, waiting and watching as he leaned against the wall, his face impassive as always yet multiple emotions were brewing underneath his skin, 'why had Albus called this meeting?' He questioned.
The floo once more roared and out can Albus Dumbledore, he was dressed in bright pink robes with brown polka dots, snape grimaced as he looked at the outfit.
Albus had a sad frown on his face with slight anger in his eyes, everyone nodded to him as he sat at the head of the table, "everyone, I'm afraid I have some bad news" he states with a calm voice.
Eyes found their way to him, waiting for the news as he opened his mouth
"I'm afraid that Harry Potter has been lost from the home we placed him in"
Everything erupted at once, everyone was talking or shouting over each other except for a few, such as Snape, Remus, Arabella and shacklebolt.
"Where did you place him?"
"Well with the only living relatives he had, the dursleys, his mothers family" Albus spoke carefully as both Remus and snape spoke over each other
"Headmaster-"
"Dumbledore!"
They both glanced at the other before staring at Albus with anger and confusion.
"Dumbledore! You said he was in a safe and loving place!" Remus spoke angrily, it shocked most of the order as they have only ever seen Remus calm and quiet, Arabella seemed to get more pale, tonks had a worried glaze in her eyes along with Molly, but McGonagall seemed as though she was getting more angrier.
"Now now, I assure you-" Albus started before Arabella interrupted.
"He had me watching over Harry, but- even when I reported what I saw he said nothing, so I couldn't do anything to help, two weeks ago at approximately 1 in the morning, Petunia, her husband and son were all murdered, with Harry Potter nowhere to be."
Her voice echoed through the silent room, snape's eyes widening as he looked at Albus and Remus, who cursed as he placed his head in his hands.
"Albus! Why would you keep such important information hidden away?! And what do you mean? You sound as though they… hurt him?" Molly spoke with a deep concern on her expression, a blazed fire in her eyes.
"Ah of course n-" Albus once again got cut off, his eyebrow twitching slightly.
Snape speaks up, "do you have any leads as to where he could be?" His dark gaze was on albus with barely hidden concern, even though he hates the boy's father, the potter boy is still his mothers son and he owes the boy his life twice over.
"No, once the news had arrived he had already gone too far to be tracked, as of yet we don't have any proof of him being alive." Albus spoke in a dismayed tone, his pensive eyes down casted to the floor in a stark contrast to his disappointed tone.
"Well then we need to start looking," Moody spoke.