The title says "From a gray cloud comes the light." It's written in an elvish language, which was created by J.R.R. Tolkien for his Lord of the Ring and other books. The book I used for reference was The Languages of Tolkien's Middle-earth by Ruth S. Noel.

The story is about my favorite original Harry Potter character that I roleplayed at , named Aeros Fomorri, (whom I roleplayed at the following address:http://pub37.ezboard.com/bhogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardyrpg) and how he strives to reconnect himself with his true love, Adrian Bluewing, after 10 years of losing contact.

Some quick background info on the two- Aeros has two sisters (their triplets, the girls are named Andromeda and Athlinn) and their mother is a nymph who left their father after being beaten to the point of barely healing. Adrian, on the other hand, was raised by a muggle mother and a father who was a death eater. Her mother had a memory charm placed on her, and now doesn't remember her daughter or ex-husband.

Welp, read and Review…oh! A disclaimer….

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, All shops within the two, The Ministry of Magic, and all other things dealing with the world of magic are J K Rowling's. I only wish it was mine.

Adrian Bluewing is the original character of my good friend Jessica, and no credit should be given to me for her.

All other characters are my own personal originals, and should not be used by any other author on this site.


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Just meet me at Diagon Alley on the 24th if you wish to meet up. No need to reply.

Love Always,
Aeros


His grey eyes lingered on the signature, silently wondering if it was the right thing to end it with. Shaking his head, Aeros folded the letter and slid it into the envelope, then sealed it with a black circular sticker with a white A in the center of it. He sighed and tied the envelope to Orion's leg, and watched as the dark tawny owl flew gracefully out his open window.
He scratched the top of his head, making the now short purple locks go into disarray. His hair had once been down to his chin, but he had gotten it cut by Andromeda's insistence, and found that he liked the look of it. Other than his hair, Aeros hadn't changed much since graduating from Hogwarts 13 years ago. He had the same dark grey eyes, same jaw structure, and the same 6'2" height. He had muscled up a bit for his job, but that was it. And he had extended the colors of his wardrobe.
Aeros worked for a very secretive branch of the Ministry of Magic, one that often helped assist aurors in the capture of murderers and such. He specifically worked on dark arts cases mostly, getting information about wizards who dabbled in the dirty side of magic. He had helped put over 15 people in Azkaban, and all of them had affected his family or people he knew in some way. He had worked beside his sister Andie more than a few times on some cases, since she had become an auror. Athlinn, on the other hand, was the head of the Magical Catastrophes branch of the Ministry.
After staring out the window of his office for a few minutes, Aeros turned away and walked out of the room. Why contact her now? he thought to himself as he headed down the stairs. He turned right and into the kitchen. After almost 8 years, why? He went to the liquor cabinet in the dining room and got out a shot glass. After filling it to the brim with Ogden's Old Firewhisky, he downed the glass in one gulp, and his eyes watered from the taste of it. He then poured himself a glass of wine before heading upstairs to work.

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He couldn't concentrate on the files laid out on his desk. His mind was on the letter he had sent, and his heart was wondering if Adrian would respond to it. Aeros doubted she would, it had been too long. She most likely was settled down with kids, and probably never gave him a thought these days. It hurt him to think she would forget him, when he thought about her everyday.
It had been ten years since he had walked away without looking back. He had been scared of what he was feeling, and had been terrified even more of what she could feel for him. Aeros didn't want to get hurt, not after what had happened to his parents. So, instead, he hurt Adrian. What a fool..
"Fomorri, we need you."
Aeros jumped as he heard the voice, and whirled around in his chair to face the fireplace. The head of Alastair McKinnon sat in the small fire that was there, his face severe and hard. He had thinning gray hair and a short goatee, and cold steel blue eyes that could make a person squirm under his gaze. He was the head of Aeros' order, and he wasn't a man for joking around or being friendly, always straight to the point.
"Nelvira broke out of our custody and ran for it- no clue where he could have hidden." McKinnon went on. "We need some more people to help track him down."
"Nelvira?" Aeros asked, now scowling. "He was supposed to be sent straight to Azkaban after questioning."
"The Wizard Council didn't claim him guilty, Aeros, he's supplied too many items for research. They love him at the Ministry. All we could do was hold on to him and get some more out of him. But he got out before I could get down there."
"Shit." Aeros started pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, trying to think of places to find the runaway convict. "Have you checked his home and property? His son's house?"
"Yes."
"The Ravenscraft houses?"
"We cleaned them out last month, thanks to the young one. He wouldn't think of going there."
Aeros stopped pacing and looked hard at McKinnon. "That's precisely why he's going there. It's empty and clean, already been checked." He crossed the room quickly to where his black cloak hung on a wooden peg by the door. "The estate is 80 miles out of Diagon. I'll try to cut him off, and you just get your men out there as fast as you can."
"It's too dangerous, Fomorri. I'll forb-"
"Just wish me luck, Alastair. That's all I need." Aeros fastened the cloak and without another word, was down the stairs and out the front door.
"Good luck," McKinnon said before his face vanished from the fire.