Stepping through the pages of time

The wind passed through Silvyr's white coat of fur as he trotted through the woods with Leah by his side. After the meeting of the Death Eaters and Order, he had chosen to take a few days to himself to clear his mind and be with her again. The meeting had given him much to think about and he knew the time would come when he wouldn't be able to sneak away like he so enjoyed doing. He wondered how close that time was.

Death didn't scare him yet the thought of failing had haunted his dreams for the past three nights. He had awoken in his human form covered in sweat and gasping for air. He remembered the dreams vividly as they were all the same. A darkness had been stalking him through the forest for hours and although Silvyr could feel it's presence surrounding him, it never showed itself. His pace quickened from a trott to a run then to a sprint. He felt it closing in around him on all angles toying with him until it struck, fast and swift. It cut off his air flow and held his body to the ground surrounding him in darkness for hours. He had been unable to move though he wouldn't surrender. He couldn't give in. Then it released and he would wake from his dream, only to realize he had woken to another nightmare. His reality.

The night sky was cloudy though illumenated with the glow of the full moon behind it. The clouds showed signs of snow. They were a soft fluffy and white above the dead winter forest he walked through. He continued through the woods until finding an opening that would suit his needs. It was flat with minimal trees in the area and surrounded by the forest almost surving as a barrier from the outside world. He walked to the middle of the area and sniffed the wind checking for followers or any threats once more before morphing. Where he had stood before as a beautiful arctic wolf was now a man feeling the cold air run through his clothes for the first time again in days.

He reached for the inside of his coat pocket and pulled out his wand as he went around the area puttin gup enchantments to protect them from would be hunters or animals. He needed to be in total seclusion for the next few days while he began working on his studies. When the area was secure from all would be threats he moved onto the reason he had traveled so far into the northern wilderness for so long.

Excitement ran through his body replacing the cold chills that had come while securing the perimeter. He opened the Journal he had found in Obscurus Books again as he had done religiously when he found any time to himself during the past month. The insight of the wizard writing in this book was clear and SIlvyr felt in awe of such genious. He had studied subjects about the world and magic, almost, his whole life though he felt that he would be but a meer child playing with a stick compared to this Wizard manipulating his feelings with his wand. He had immagined the way the spells would look coming from his wand as he had read and studied for nights on end. Each spell taking him into a world of thoughts and trying to break them down in his mind.

The Journal it seemed had a not only a few tricks of it's own. When SIlvyr had first opened the Journal back at his campsite the night he bought it, he found it was nothing but blank pages. He had been baffled and sick at the thought that the knowledge was gone. In the handwriting the Journal was once filled with, a simple statement was written on the front page. The passion that burns within you will be the only way to gain the knowledge I possess.

Days passed as he tried to understand what was expected from him. Though when it hit him he wondered what other surprises the Journal had in store for him down the road. He grabbed his wand and cut his thumb feeling the red warm blood flow from the sliced skin. He placed his thumb on the front page allowing his thumb print to stain the page. He removed his thumb from the page and wrapped it with the bottom of his shirt. The blood began to dissappear and he watched as it was absorbed by the pages until it dissapeared.

He was shocked by what hapened next. In the same handwriting as before he saw his name written across the top of the front page. Silvyr Svan He flipped the page to see that the journal no longer contained the knowledge of spells that he had been hoping for. Instead there was writing on the front page speaking to him it seemed.

Silvyr Svan,
I have left this Journal along with some of my knowledge of the wizarding world behind for when I am gone. Your heart is pure and your thoughts are kind though misguided. You will understand down the road that the more you learn the more you will see that the world does not know many things rather than you knowing them. See it as you will but I have found that the less you speak of what people don't know, the easier it is to fit in. I am allowing you to study what it is that I have though it will not all be given to you at once for you will have to struggle like I have to grasp the power and destruction your actions can cause.

With this Silvyr opened the journal to find a new set of notes and spells with Latin scribled along the edge of the pages. He began reading over the three pages the Journal had revealed to him.He wanted nothing more than to be able to work and test the notes and spells in the journal though he knew it would have to wait.

His hand went to his wand next to him on his side and he was finally about to taste what he had craved for the past month. He listened to the crunches of small footsteps behind him as Leah went to find a comfortable place to lay down. He lifted his wand and spoke the familure words that he had mouthed over and over in repatition. The words roled off his tongue and water shot from his wand turning into ice in mid air before shattering on the ground when it landed.

Again he cast the spell and watched the water turn to ice and shatter on the ground. He did this for sometime before moving on to the next spell. It involved fire but wasn't completed and it seemed it was lacking the proper word or wrist movement but he had time and that was why he was out there. He pulled out his book on latin words from the inside of his coat and began looking up words in relation to fire. He found a few and began the tiring process of adding them to the second word to find the combination that he needed.

Hours past as he continued working on the spell until he needed rest. He had narrowed the selection down to a few words that had brought some success but he needed to find the proper movement and intent before the spell would ever work. He went over to where leah had been Lying down and woke her up with his footsteps. He asked softly, "So how do you think I did." She yawned and put her head down though still looking up at him. He spoke again, "I didn't think I did that bad." He smiled at her and walked towards the woods.

He gathered some fire wood ad returned to their little camp. He was ready for sleep and he had noticed his stomach an hour into his studies but he hadn't wanted to stop and it was getting to be to late to hunt. He decided to wait till morning as he set the wood down and began building a fire for the remainder of the night. He pulled out his wand one last time and light the fire with a simple flick of his wrist. He stretched one last time and morphed back into his wolf form. He walked over to leah and curled up in a ball next to her resting his head on her neck while he watched the fire. His thoughts continued on trying to perfect the fire spell dumbledore had left un finished and he wouldn't stop thinking about it until it was finished. The fire danced in front of his eyes until he drifted away into sleep. For the first time in a long time he was content again and his dreams came easily without interruption.

Silvyr awoke the next by a swift kick in the head from Leah who was still deep asleep. He shook the snow off his head and looked around at the woods surrounding him. He stood and trotted off into the woods and finding a place to pee that wouldn't bother him later.

He walked through the forest sniffing the still air of the morning searching for breakfast. As he walked around the perimeter of their camp he finally found a rabbit and squirrel that would due fine for him and Leah. When he returned to the camp he dropped the three animals from his mouth next to the fire and returned to the woods in search for fire wood. He morphed into his human form and gathered wood for the day and following night knowing that they wouldn't be leaving any sooner than that time.

Leah had awoken when he got back to the camp and was waiting for him, sitting with her ears pointed listening to his footsteps as he got closer. He petted her and kissed her on the head before attending to the fire. Once lit he started skinning the animals and cooked breakfast for the both of them. The meat from the squirrels was tough so he saved that for himself before testing the rabbit to find that the meat was decadent and dripping with fat. placed the meat in front of her and allowed her to eat making sure she ate it all. She had spent the required amount of time in the hospital to heal yet he couldn't help but treat her gingerly after seeing her in so much pain. He started on his squirrels after she had finished and returned to her hole to sleep for the majority of the day. He smiled as she flopped down and sighed heavily.

He finished both of the squirrels easily and buried the bones in the woods before moving on to his reason for being out in the woods. The morning air continued to sit still as he got ready to begin again. He began where he had left off the night before. The Latin flowed from his lips again as he tested each variation that had come to mind or partially worked. Hours went by again until he decided to take a break. Clouds still covered the sky so he hadn't been aware of the amount of time that had passed though when he checked his watch he found that it was four o'clock and he still felt that he was far away from creating the spell he was working on. Though he wasn't one to give up because his goals would take time.

He walked over to the fire and began writing notes of his own and narrowing down his efforts to two words and thought of ways to perfect the spell through both words. He started back at the spell after finishing his notes as far as he could think them out. He worked on the spell repeatedly until the fire had begun to die down and night had completely taken over the sky, causing the clouds to glow in a dark ominous way. He returned his book and journal to his jacket before walking over to Leah and sitting by her making sure she was okay.

He knew she would need her rest but the healing had taken a lot more out of her than he had expected. He wasn't worried for her life but he didn't want to force her to walk for no purpose if it could be avoided. He put a few more logs on the fire and laid down next to it looking up at the clouds. He wasn't sure how long he would be out in the woods but he was loving every minute of it. He knew that most of all Leah was benefiting from the time the wilderness which was her true home. He would stay here as long as she needed, or until she began to act like herself again.

Memories of running in the world with her only a few short months ago ushered in a restful and peaceful sleep. The two would need it before the coming months were through.

Silvyr moved through the trees as he sprinted through the snow. It flew up behind him as he moved closer and closer to the camp site. The air was perfect on his fur, only blowing through it because of his pace. The sky was clear and the moon light guided him. Keeping him sane and out of his own head for as long as he could manage.

A rabbit stood frozen only 20 meters from where he was. Instantly he changed directions on a dime and took off after the animal. It was larger than an average rabbit and it looked fat. SIlvyr hadn't been hungry in a while and the feeling hadn't changed in side of him, though he knew Leah would be starving by now. Her body still healing from the surgery she had underwent the few short weeks ago.

The animal followed its instincts passed down for thousands of years. He watched as it seemed beautiful in it's greatest time of fear. He caught it with ease though and before breaking it neck to ease it's pain a thought flashed in Silvyr's mind. Your life has value and I respect you, but you have to die. With a quick jerk he heard the Crack* from the bones breaking and he closed his eyes.

Silvyr hated killing but he knew it was something that had to be done. To justify the action of taking a life he forced himself to go through a ritual after every kill. He forced himself to feel the fear, sadness, and eventual pain that each animal had to feel for them to survive. He knew it wasn't healthy but yet he couldn't bring himself not to do it.

He lifted the animal, fitting its fat body in his mouth, and began his sprint again back to Leah. It's head and feet dangled from his mouth, bouncing with every stride he took in unison to his head movement while running. Blood began to fill his mouth. Silvyr tried to taste the memories of his prey. The images only that rabbit had seen from it's perspective. It was of no use though, the life the rabbit once had flowing through its veins was gone.

Finally he entered the clearing that he had chosen only a few short days ago. He continued his pace across the open land. Finally slowing when he saw Leah's head pop up out of the snow where she had been when he left earlier that night.

He dropped the rabbit by the fire and walked up to Leah, standing but inches from her, and brushed his head against hers. He was glad she was okay and that they were together once again. He was whole when she was by his side. And that would never change.