Author: Black midnight soul
Title: Nightmares
Rating: PG13
AN: I just kinda wrote this to get back into the flow of writing, but i think it might go somewhere. reveiw if i should keep going or not
Prolouge: Mistress Of Night
The nights air blew violently. A stand, mysterious woman marched silently by herself towards Hogwarts. Her face was lightly cut, and her clothing torn. She looked tired, and worn out giving her the look of someone much older. Her long black cloak fluttered in the wind, giving an eerie look as the cuts and rips seemed to bleed into the air. The dark forest made little noise as she passed, and not a soul dared to confront her. The magic energy levels seemed to flying off her, causing an odd sort of shield around her. Finally, the end of the forest became visible, and the woman appeared on the grounds of the castle.
The ground grass was slightly yellowed, as was all the leafs. An eerie dead presents seemed to float over the castle. Albus was dead, that much was clear. His life force no longer was present, causing the woman to return. Finally, the was would begin. All of the playing in corners, hidden worlds and spy's had grown old to her. It was time to teach the remaining students how to fight, and show them the real world.
Years of travel had weakened her body. Her once brilliant sapphire eyes, now seemed to be a dead navy blue. Her skin, was pale and ill looking, and her long black hair seemed to wryly blow in the opposing wind. The woman's long fingers traced the side of her wand- she debated sending out the order semble, but there was too much of a possibility for it to be seen by unwanted eyes.
The fall air was cold, and damp. A storm was clearly approaching, yet the large white moon remained uncovered. It was a full moon, things would be chaotic. She approached the main gates with speed, an odd feeling came over here. Reaching out with her magic, she could see every battle that had happened her, what deceptions had gone on. The whole area reeked of deception and betrayal. "Just like old times." she whispered to herself, walking up the large front steps.
Without a word, or movement, the front doors opened, allowing her inside. The castle was much brighter then she expected. The cat like slits in her eyes readjusted into the average iris of a human. The portraits on the wall looked to her in shock. Her large military boots reached up to her knee's, where her black pants here tucked in. She wore a black tank top which was slightly faded. Her clothing made it clear she had been in the bush for quite sometime.
She pulled her hood over her head and began to journey to the headmasters office. McGonagall now lead Hogwarts- an obvious choice. She was, after all, Dumbledore's right hand woman. Her boots echoed in the long halls, torched flickered. Click..click..click..click. She approached. Finally, with a heavy sigh, she reached the statue. She didn't need the password, it was trained to recognize her touch and open to it. Placing her right hand on it, it sprung backwards, reveling the stairs.
The woman slowly walked up the stairs the door at the top. Knock, knock, knock...
Several minutes before finally, someone answered. An older woman in a red housecoat, and yellow nightgown stood there. Her jaw dropped as she looked at the woman in front of her. "Raven Snape..."
"May I come in?"
Let me know if i should keep going or not.