Dark Magic
written by aeyta
note: bwa ha ha h ah ahha. i start another fic. @_@ i should REALLY work on my other series fics but i cant help this. _ (note to self: must not start anymore series fics) *sighs once more* and the whole tthc thing, o.o i should REALLY rewrite that. as well as work on suki's challenge. ah, oh well, ive got all summer. ^____^;; ---big sweatdrop
synopsis: the world is dark and everybody is in fear. there is a war within a war. the wizards have the war between good and bad while the muggles themselves have found out about witches and warlocks, setting out to destroy the magical beings. and admidst the complication, only a few people can save the world before all is to late, if they can learn to trust each other.
tidbits: r/h and perhaps h/h. ^^;; probably g/h or g/d and maybe some h/d. ^^;; other couples as well. will be named when i decide them. ^^;;
. . . p r o l o g u e . . .
A figure walked through the city, wearing a deep, solid blue colored cloak that gathered around her feet in such lengths, it trailed after her a little yet managed not to get dirty at all. The dark blue was majestic in color and the fabric of it seemed to make a person want to reach out at it, making a few of the bypassers angry that a person could afford such a cloak in these dark and gloomy days.
One bystander picked up a rock throwing it at the figure and all other bystanders looked wide-eyed, surely the cloaked figure would get angry since the figure did seem to be quite comfortable in money. The figure just gently caught the rock with a long and graceful hand, pale in color yet not white. Finally, showing some skin, which the cloak seemed to cover all of.
The figure's head was covered by the cloak and not even a strand of hair dared falling out of the depths of the hood, the hood was long so if the figure had long hair, it would simply fall back into the hood. The figure finally spoke, in a light, pretty voice, "It'd be best if you'd not try throwing a rock at me because I do know the basics of catching."
The bystander just snorted before scoffing in a loud voice, "My, my, my, don't someone seem to be rather educated, rich you must be and great you are," the person laughed, mocking the girl and other people watching laughed as well. Although a few laughed rather nervously, anxious to see what the cloaked girl would do.
"Why yes, I was educated rather well, and don't I seem great," the girl said, the hood still covering her face, and her hands were still the only thing that was being shown besides shadows of the hood casted on her face and her rich blue cloak.
"Why don't you take off your hood and show us just how great you really are," the bystander smiled arrogantly.
One pale hand went to her mouth, "Hm, so suspicous these days." The hand ran up her face, brushing off the hood, letting dark, brown hair cascade down her shoulders. Her eyes seemed to glow cobalt in amusement, flashing back to a light brown. Her face was fair, flawless, and also a pale, milky colour like her hands.
Her light, vandyke eyes looked happy, but if you looked long enough you would start to linger in pools of sadness. However, no one ever would look at her eyes long enough to notice. As the people looked at her face, they took note of the august demeanor that seemed to emit from her. Her arched eyebrows raised in a cocky manner and the other watchers felt a bit intimidated by the strange girl.
She seemed a bit frail and weak, but the august demeanor just seemed to emit from deep within. Her lips smiled, and though her eyes did not, no one actually noticed.
The bystander was about to say something until he noticed a faint blue mark on her cheek, "She's a witch!" he cried out, hiding his fear with wrath. The girl did not flinch at his words, just merely smiled a wry smile and said quietly, "Do I seem so," she stated.
"You have the mark!" another bystander gasped out as they yelled the words and the passbyers all whispered among themselves, half in fear and half in shock. "Kill her!" yelled a few while others yelled "Burn her!"
The girl said nothing, she tossed her hood back on and tipped her head up at the bystander who originally threw her the rock and said, "It has been a nice meeting, but I believe that I should go soon," and then dissappeared, leaving many of the watching crowd in shock.
However, one person did not do anything, in fact, that one person did not say anything the whole entire time; he only watched the "witch" with common interest. As the person walked away, he muttered very quietly,
"Hermione."
. . . f i n i . p r o l o g u e . . .
+ AUTHOR'S NOTE +
yes, i ended it here. bwa ha ha ha ha haha! this prologue is actually a little similar to my prologue in tthc. ah, oh well, the plot is pretty much different. although tthc takes place in a dark world as well. whatever. dont care. ^^
this is my first harry potter fic so if its bad compared to all the others, which it is, its cause i suck and i havent gotten the exact feel of it. ^^;;
reviews, comments, flames, criticism, all appreciated. i dont mind.
written by aeyta
note: bwa ha ha h ah ahha. i start another fic. @_@ i should REALLY work on my other series fics but i cant help this. _ (note to self: must not start anymore series fics) *sighs once more* and the whole tthc thing, o.o i should REALLY rewrite that. as well as work on suki's challenge. ah, oh well, ive got all summer. ^____^;; ---big sweatdrop
synopsis: the world is dark and everybody is in fear. there is a war within a war. the wizards have the war between good and bad while the muggles themselves have found out about witches and warlocks, setting out to destroy the magical beings. and admidst the complication, only a few people can save the world before all is to late, if they can learn to trust each other.
tidbits: r/h and perhaps h/h. ^^;; probably g/h or g/d and maybe some h/d. ^^;; other couples as well. will be named when i decide them. ^^;;
. . . p r o l o g u e . . .
A figure walked through the city, wearing a deep, solid blue colored cloak that gathered around her feet in such lengths, it trailed after her a little yet managed not to get dirty at all. The dark blue was majestic in color and the fabric of it seemed to make a person want to reach out at it, making a few of the bypassers angry that a person could afford such a cloak in these dark and gloomy days.
One bystander picked up a rock throwing it at the figure and all other bystanders looked wide-eyed, surely the cloaked figure would get angry since the figure did seem to be quite comfortable in money. The figure just gently caught the rock with a long and graceful hand, pale in color yet not white. Finally, showing some skin, which the cloak seemed to cover all of.
The figure's head was covered by the cloak and not even a strand of hair dared falling out of the depths of the hood, the hood was long so if the figure had long hair, it would simply fall back into the hood. The figure finally spoke, in a light, pretty voice, "It'd be best if you'd not try throwing a rock at me because I do know the basics of catching."
The bystander just snorted before scoffing in a loud voice, "My, my, my, don't someone seem to be rather educated, rich you must be and great you are," the person laughed, mocking the girl and other people watching laughed as well. Although a few laughed rather nervously, anxious to see what the cloaked girl would do.
"Why yes, I was educated rather well, and don't I seem great," the girl said, the hood still covering her face, and her hands were still the only thing that was being shown besides shadows of the hood casted on her face and her rich blue cloak.
"Why don't you take off your hood and show us just how great you really are," the bystander smiled arrogantly.
One pale hand went to her mouth, "Hm, so suspicous these days." The hand ran up her face, brushing off the hood, letting dark, brown hair cascade down her shoulders. Her eyes seemed to glow cobalt in amusement, flashing back to a light brown. Her face was fair, flawless, and also a pale, milky colour like her hands.
Her light, vandyke eyes looked happy, but if you looked long enough you would start to linger in pools of sadness. However, no one ever would look at her eyes long enough to notice. As the people looked at her face, they took note of the august demeanor that seemed to emit from her. Her arched eyebrows raised in a cocky manner and the other watchers felt a bit intimidated by the strange girl.
She seemed a bit frail and weak, but the august demeanor just seemed to emit from deep within. Her lips smiled, and though her eyes did not, no one actually noticed.
The bystander was about to say something until he noticed a faint blue mark on her cheek, "She's a witch!" he cried out, hiding his fear with wrath. The girl did not flinch at his words, just merely smiled a wry smile and said quietly, "Do I seem so," she stated.
"You have the mark!" another bystander gasped out as they yelled the words and the passbyers all whispered among themselves, half in fear and half in shock. "Kill her!" yelled a few while others yelled "Burn her!"
The girl said nothing, she tossed her hood back on and tipped her head up at the bystander who originally threw her the rock and said, "It has been a nice meeting, but I believe that I should go soon," and then dissappeared, leaving many of the watching crowd in shock.
However, one person did not do anything, in fact, that one person did not say anything the whole entire time; he only watched the "witch" with common interest. As the person walked away, he muttered very quietly,
"Hermione."
. . . f i n i . p r o l o g u e . . .
+ AUTHOR'S NOTE +
yes, i ended it here. bwa ha ha ha ha haha! this prologue is actually a little similar to my prologue in tthc. ah, oh well, the plot is pretty much different. although tthc takes place in a dark world as well. whatever. dont care. ^^
this is my first harry potter fic so if its bad compared to all the others, which it is, its cause i suck and i havent gotten the exact feel of it. ^^;;
reviews, comments, flames, criticism, all appreciated. i dont mind.