We were out of the mountains by midday and just got past the village that lay at the foothills of the mountains. The winding hills sloped and swirled around us. Prairie dogs scurried across the land and the wind brushed the short grass making the green sea look animated. When they saw the carriage they stopped and watched as we passed them. The carriage shook as the wooden wheels rocked over the small pebbles that made up the road. I never tore my eyes from my window as I watched the world I grew up knowing fade from my sight. The conversation with Severus from a few hours ago was still fresh in my mind, and, from what I could tell it was still fresh in Severus’s mind too.
“I wish to be called Rage at Hogwarts,” I told Severus.
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Seriously Severus give me a little more credit than that,” I turned around and walked to the first gate to the Transylvanian Cemetery. I opened the gate that was waist high on an average adult. This cemetery has been in use since the beginning of Castle Dracula. It was extremely large and could cover a whole mountainside five times over. On the outside there was the human section. It was the cheeriest and most loving portion of the grave. Flowers covered the ground, and the grass was green. The tombstones were angel’s, crosses, and had holy water covering them to keep the ever famous Dracula Family from ‘drinking the blood of the …show more content…
The door that was covered in demons opened. I walked down the dark corridor, not bothering with a light.
“Lumos,” Severus said holding up his wand. We walked down a royal black marble stairway into the tomb. When we got to the bottom there were three doors. The one to the left held all the jewels and was enchanted and cursed to make sure no one who didn’t know the password wouldn’t be able to open it. To the right was the photo room. There were paintings of every Dracula. There was one for every hundred years and then one right when they died in the exact position that they were in at the time. And then there was the one in front of us the one that held the coffins of every Dracula vampire.
“Countess Dracula,” I said and the black marble door opened revealing a fancy room covered in statues and designs on the walls and ceiling. Each coffin had a statue at the head of it of the vampire and on the wall behind the statue great things that he vampire did. In the center there was a fountain of a vampire drinking a woman’s blood. Blood poured out of the tips of the vampire’s wings, the woman’s mouth, the place the vampire was biting her, and dripped to the bottom of the fountain. She was naked and had the look of horror on her face. This was the portal. I circled the fountain and placed a hand on the vampire’s back. Severus placed a hand on the woman’s leg. I quickly looked behind me to see the blood
“I wish to be called Rage at Hogwarts,” I told Severus.
“And your …show more content…
Seriously Severus give me a little more credit than that,” I turned around and walked to the first gate to the Transylvanian Cemetery. I opened the gate that was waist high on an average adult. This cemetery has been in use since the beginning of Castle Dracula. It was extremely large and could cover a whole mountainside five times over. On the outside there was the human section. It was the cheeriest and most loving portion of the grave. Flowers covered the ground, and the grass was green. The tombstones were angel’s, crosses, and had holy water covering them to keep the ever famous Dracula Family from ‘drinking the blood of the …show more content…
The door that was covered in demons opened. I walked down the dark corridor, not bothering with a light.
“Lumos,” Severus said holding up his wand. We walked down a royal black marble stairway into the tomb. When we got to the bottom there were three doors. The one to the left held all the jewels and was enchanted and cursed to make sure no one who didn’t know the password wouldn’t be able to open it. To the right was the photo room. There were paintings of every Dracula. There was one for every hundred years and then one right when they died in the exact position that they were in at the time. And then there was the one in front of us the one that held the coffins of every Dracula vampire.
“Countess Dracula,” I said and the black marble door opened revealing a fancy room covered in statues and designs on the walls and ceiling. Each coffin had a statue at the head of it of the vampire and on the wall behind the statue great things that he vampire did. In the center there was a fountain of a vampire drinking a woman’s blood. Blood poured out of the tips of the vampire’s wings, the woman’s mouth, the place the vampire was biting her, and dripped to the bottom of the fountain. She was naked and had the look of horror on her face. This was the portal. I circled the fountain and placed a hand on the vampire’s back. Severus placed a hand on the woman’s leg. I quickly looked behind me to see the blood