Chapter1 : The monks of Moonshine
It was a cold day. The type of day that every time you spoke
a misty cloud of vapour would appear in front of you. Although it
started like any other normal winters day at Hogwarts (well as normal as it got
at Hogwarts), it that was soon to change.
It started when they
arrived. They being the hooded figures in red.
No one noticed
them at first. It was as though they were invisible but soon gazes gasp were
focused there way. It wasn't as though it was unusual to get strange visitors
at Hogsmeade (the town at the village) , but this wasn't Hogsmeade.
It took a while
for Harry, Hermione and Ron to notice them though. They figures were already up
at the large door leading into the entrance hall before either of them caught a
glance of the three figures moving slowly throw the tall doors.
"Who do you think
they are?" Ron asked. Brushing his hair away from his face. As if slightly
nervous.
"I don't have
a clue. They seem welcome though. Hermione are you ok."
Said Harry glancing
worriedly towards her. For since they had caught site of the strange visitors
Hermione had broke out in a cold sweat.
"I'm fine.
Just fine." she answered and began to wander back up to the castle .Ron
and Harry looked at each other , shrugged and ran to catch up with Hermione.
The three men had just
arrived at Dumbledore office. Dumbledore leading the way after an encounter
with the men in the entrance hall.
"Pray, tell me
your business. " Said Dumbledore. In a stiff formal manor.
Unusual for him.
" We are the
monks of moonshine." Spoke the first Monk
"We ask for
your protection." Said the next one in an expressionless tone.
"Protection.
For what? From what?" Replied Dumbledore obviously puzzled.
"We have come
into possession of an object. A necklace to be precise . It itself has
many powers. All we ask is you keep the necklace for prying eye's until we see
to it its destroyed." Said the first one. The last one still kept
very quiet.
"What powers
dose it contain." Dumbledore wondered out loud .Here the third monk spoke.
His voice calm and low. Yet ultimately cold and evil.
"It has many
powers. Some which not even we will dare to mummer but it has two you
should concern yourself with . It has a soundless siren making any naturally
curious person in a certain radius come too it and lets face it were all
slightly curious." His voiced seemed to turn into a sneer towards the end.
Dumbledore looked uneasy.
"What's so devastating
about that." Dumbledore asked.
"Aaa let me
finish. If the black stone in the pendant is touched , The person who touched
it will change. They will hear voices become scared not only of themselves but
also of something close to them. Maybe a person or a thing. No cure has yet
been found " Dumbledore eye's widened
"Such an
object sounds very dangerous. Leave it here come back tomorrow. I'll be
waiting."
The monks stood up bid
there fair wells and walked towards the door. Leaving a small box on Dumbledore
desk. At that moment someone knocked at the door. It was Harry.
"Proffer Mc
Gonagal said you like to see me Sir." Said Harry eyeing the monks
suspiciously.
"Aaa Harry ,
yes could wait hear . I'll just see these nice people out."
Harry sat down in the
extra chair. After a few minuets he noticed something. Light seeping from a box.
A blue light. A dazzling light. He stood up and walked towards Dumbledore's
desk. In five seconds he'd be there touching the box. Seeing what the light
was. In Three seconds, two seconds .
He opened the
box. In it there lay a silver pendant . A small silver ring with black gem
in the centre suspended on a thick sliver chain.
He reached slowly to
touch the gem. He was mesmerised. He stretched out a lone finger. He'd touch it
in a second .The door was flung open suddenly and a voice roared.
"Harry, don't."
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