Jedediah was the smallest group of boys who lived near Emerald Hill.
always remained on the sidelines, passing the time watching others do the knot under the old willow tree that hung over the hill. But occasionally, the group of boys preferred to retreat into old abandoned houses. An old house, away from the town and adjacent to the cemetery, was the favorite place for "secret meetings". The so called Jedediah; and did not dare to approach them when those guys - between eleven and eighteen years - preferred to occupy the hot summer afternoons in the house, away from heat and green meadows. But
Jedediah had always been curious. He tried to imagine what would attract the boys inside the house surrounded by vegetation nell'aspra summer. But despite this, he had never dared to think of spying on the guys, maybe some hole between the boards worn, or broken glass.
One afternoon in late August, however, Jedediah decided to venture alone in the house, before the arrival of others. Past the abandoned garden, tried to force the front door, and was surprised to find it open, without chains or padlocks to barricade the entrance.
The house smelled of old, and it was dirty and empty and ugly. There were a few chairs scattered here and there and nothing else. Jedediah went to different rooms: the kitchen, study, guest bedroom. Jedediah
At one point he thought that it was late and it was better to go home. He tried to return to the front door, but suddenly he heard voices coming from the garden. They approached the entrance. Voices full of emotion.
- Today we'll make it, I'm sure.
- Cloud, you said the same thing yesterday and the day before yesterday and yesterday again. Jedediah
started to get scared. On the other hand was only six years. What would have happened if they had discovered? He knew that his presence was not welcome. He knew the group of children from Emerald Hill. He hid in an empty room, hoping to find a way to leave the house without undetected.
The boys entered the dining hall, Jedediah heard them, and could see them peeking through a crack in the wall. The room where he was coincided with the exhibition.
- Do not delay, start - a dark spoke of the older boys. The boys
spear pieces of thin wood of various sizes. A green light appeared from the tip of each one, then, forming a circle in the air, the beams were joined to form a single, larger and brighter. The boy began to speak in a strange language, chanting words that Jedediah could not understand.
- Osclero Irrigation Daring! I love the Dark Lord! Osclero Irrigation Daring!
The green flash lit up the room completely. Glittered, crackled in the air. And exploded, shaping a thick cloud of black smoke. The cloud
throbbed. The boys watched with eyes wide with fear. Only the guy who had yelled the strange phrases seemed to have no fear of that vision. Unlike the others, his expression was satisfied and happy - we did it - he said. - Here, the mark is our Black Now! -
The cloud had suddenly turned into a huge skull wound between the coils of a large snake. In silence, the boys raised their arms. Some trembling, others taking the look down. The skull and the snake exploded in a roar. The lightning struck precisely that gushed into the arms of children. Screams and the smell of burnt skin mingled in the air saturated with dark smoke.
Jedediah was afraid. He wanted to run away far away, but he was nailed to the wall. Could not suppress a scream of fright at the sight of burned forearms and marked the boys.
- Is there anybody! - Said a blond-haired boy. - Bombs! -
The wall separating the dining room the hiding place of Jedediah jumped in the air. Among the dusts, the blond-haired boy took Jedediah arm. Jedediah continued to feel pain and fear, more and more. He heard the voices of the boys ask him why he was there, while the saloon had become indistinguishable and blurriness. Lost consciousness.
he woke up on his knees in the middle of the hall, surrounded by children.
- Nobody will know this afternoon - said the big guy turned to Jedediah. - Crucio! - Jedediah
thought the nightmares, the screams of his mother when his grandmother died in hospital after a serious illness, the storms that made him so scared, no matter what horror incutesse and anxiety. He could not think of anything else. She screamed, she felt far and near, as he felt twinges of pain in the chest and temples. He muttered words he had not even imagined, something inside him made him scratch his face with his nails.
Suddenly everything stopped. She felt the dust streams invade the nostrils and lungs, trying to breathe as fast as possible. Still on his knees.
- Nobody will know this afternoon - he repeated the boy's voice, just before shouting "Avada Kedavra" in the direction of Jedediah.
Local newspapers wrote that the child had died after an insect bite while he ventured into the old house of Malfoy. But subsequent analysis of autopsies the death never gave any confirmation.
always remained on the sidelines, passing the time watching others do the knot under the old willow tree that hung over the hill. But occasionally, the group of boys preferred to retreat into old abandoned houses. An old house, away from the town and adjacent to the cemetery, was the favorite place for "secret meetings". The so called Jedediah; and did not dare to approach them when those guys - between eleven and eighteen years - preferred to occupy the hot summer afternoons in the house, away from heat and green meadows. But
Jedediah had always been curious. He tried to imagine what would attract the boys inside the house surrounded by vegetation nell'aspra summer. But despite this, he had never dared to think of spying on the guys, maybe some hole between the boards worn, or broken glass.
One afternoon in late August, however, Jedediah decided to venture alone in the house, before the arrival of others. Past the abandoned garden, tried to force the front door, and was surprised to find it open, without chains or padlocks to barricade the entrance.
The house smelled of old, and it was dirty and empty and ugly. There were a few chairs scattered here and there and nothing else. Jedediah went to different rooms: the kitchen, study, guest bedroom. Jedediah
At one point he thought that it was late and it was better to go home. He tried to return to the front door, but suddenly he heard voices coming from the garden. They approached the entrance. Voices full of emotion.
- Today we'll make it, I'm sure.
- Cloud, you said the same thing yesterday and the day before yesterday and yesterday again. Jedediah
started to get scared. On the other hand was only six years. What would have happened if they had discovered? He knew that his presence was not welcome. He knew the group of children from Emerald Hill. He hid in an empty room, hoping to find a way to leave the house without undetected.
The boys entered the dining hall, Jedediah heard them, and could see them peeking through a crack in the wall. The room where he was coincided with the exhibition.
- Do not delay, start - a dark spoke of the older boys. The boys
spear pieces of thin wood of various sizes. A green light appeared from the tip of each one, then, forming a circle in the air, the beams were joined to form a single, larger and brighter. The boy began to speak in a strange language, chanting words that Jedediah could not understand.
- Osclero Irrigation Daring! I love the Dark Lord! Osclero Irrigation Daring!
The green flash lit up the room completely. Glittered, crackled in the air. And exploded, shaping a thick cloud of black smoke. The cloud
throbbed. The boys watched with eyes wide with fear. Only the guy who had yelled the strange phrases seemed to have no fear of that vision. Unlike the others, his expression was satisfied and happy - we did it - he said. - Here, the mark is our Black Now! -
The cloud had suddenly turned into a huge skull wound between the coils of a large snake. In silence, the boys raised their arms. Some trembling, others taking the look down. The skull and the snake exploded in a roar. The lightning struck precisely that gushed into the arms of children. Screams and the smell of burnt skin mingled in the air saturated with dark smoke.
Jedediah was afraid. He wanted to run away far away, but he was nailed to the wall. Could not suppress a scream of fright at the sight of burned forearms and marked the boys.
- Is there anybody! - Said a blond-haired boy. - Bombs! -
The wall separating the dining room the hiding place of Jedediah jumped in the air. Among the dusts, the blond-haired boy took Jedediah arm. Jedediah continued to feel pain and fear, more and more. He heard the voices of the boys ask him why he was there, while the saloon had become indistinguishable and blurriness. Lost consciousness.
he woke up on his knees in the middle of the hall, surrounded by children.
- Nobody will know this afternoon - said the big guy turned to Jedediah. - Crucio! - Jedediah
thought the nightmares, the screams of his mother when his grandmother died in hospital after a serious illness, the storms that made him so scared, no matter what horror incutesse and anxiety. He could not think of anything else. She screamed, she felt far and near, as he felt twinges of pain in the chest and temples. He muttered words he had not even imagined, something inside him made him scratch his face with his nails.
Suddenly everything stopped. She felt the dust streams invade the nostrils and lungs, trying to breathe as fast as possible. Still on his knees.
- Nobody will know this afternoon - he repeated the boy's voice, just before shouting "Avada Kedavra" in the direction of Jedediah.
Local newspapers wrote that the child had died after an insect bite while he ventured into the old house of Malfoy. But subsequent analysis of autopsies the death never gave any confirmation.
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