EN AMI
Saturday evening ... Somewhere close to the border of Germany ... January the twelfth ... Nineteen-forty-five
Darkness loomed predominantly as Albus Dumbledore rounded another corner of a shadowy corridor, his breath hitching eagerly for air and a tired squint to his eyes. Determinedness however shone brightly from his rank figure and his resolute facial expression, which could simply be described as a firm mask of serenity and a purposeful glint in his vivid eyes. His eyes were focused on another figure running swiftly ahead of him. This hooded person looked back in frantic despair as he dashed madly towards a wooden door a couple of dozen paces further on. He was likewise heaving for air and his eyes shone maliciously from deep inside the cowl of his cloak as he looked back at his hunter. Albus grasped his wand tightly in his right hand, his nails digging into his own flesh painfully; he was determined not to lose sight of the figure or worse, lose him altogether. He was determined for everything to end today, mindful of how much suffering would become to others if it did not. It ends today.
Albus, uncharacteristically, swore profoundly as the other person dodged through the wooden door, only jiggling the door knob for a mere moment of a few seconds. He himself reached the door just as it swung back, its hinges screeching and the door itself banging shut in front of him with a mighty crash. Had Albus Dumbledore been able to chase the man into the room he would have done so without hesitation, but the closed door provided a number of possibilities and along with this he had to quickly think through strategies. This also gave the other man the advantage of time to hide and thus proceeding into the room should be done with caution. With a quick flick of his wrist and a silent incantation the air around Albus shivered and he began to unravel till he was entirely invisible. Wand ready, mind and nerves alert he opened the door and stepped inside an unusual chamber.
The chamber itself was spacious and the walls consisted of nothing but portraits, which hung in frames ranging from dark ebony to elaborate gold. Shelves stood to his right, cramped with dusty old books, and beside the books a wooden desk stood on proudly gilded legs, carved in an ornamentally fashion, that spoke of an age long past. All this was however not what caught his attention for his eyes sought out a wide double bed with dark green satin covers and whereupon the figure he had chased for the last hour sat. He felt the door close behind him with a loud click and found himself materialising into flesh again, quite involuntarily.
Something was not right. The room reeked of wrongness and foreboding of anything but fortune on his part. Not only had his disillusionment charm undone itself the moment the door behind him had closed, but the person on the bed showed no sign of previously frenzy. Grindelwalds face was a mask of calmness, eyes darkly contemplating him with a bemused expression. This cannot bode well.
"Good evening, professor", the words were spoken coldly, half smothered by a dark smile, that did not reach his eyes, which seemed to carry a bitter aloofness to them.
"Grindelwald", Albus acknowledged with a slight nod of his head, his eyes vigilantly following every inhalation of air the other man took and his wand arm poised in front of him.
"I am sorry to disappoint you, professor, but you are quite wrong in assuming my identity is that of the wizard Grindelwald. I go by an altogether different name, a name you may remember should you choose to search through your memories of former hogwartians, which bestowed their time to study at your beloved school. Circe, I will even grant you my year of graduation, old man. You should be able to remember me, since my graduation was only a year ago", the cold masculine voice of Grindelwald turned to a sultry feline tone midway in the retort. Albus watched in horror as the figure on the bed changed rapidly, and where before a well muscled man in a dark cloak had been there now was a slightly smaller figure, slender and with long dark hair falling out from the cowl of her grey cloak.
"Miss McGonagall," was all he managed to utter in his shock at seeing her. Yet he still beheld his position, his arm raised and pointing his wand at the witch sitting calmly on the bed with a smug expression.
Summary: It is the year of the defeat of Grindelwald. Albus Dumbledore hunt down the dark wizard, but appearances are not always what they seem and he encounters someone he was not expecting. Sexual tension, violence and dark.
Disclaimer: HP characters belong to J. K. Rowling (c).
Notes: I have been having writers block for a very long time but I think I am finally coming around. If I had to analyse my situation, I would probably have to say that the death of Dumbledore shock my core and that I have been very busy with school and friends. Anyways, I read HBP again last week, the first time since its release, and may have found my appetite for fanfiction again. On Thursday I have been sick for five weeks, and the self pity are really starting to invade my perception. I have contracted mononucleosis, which is annoyingly tiresome. I hope this story will be finished, and not take too long; but have patience with me. I looking forward to the holidays, as I am sure everyone else is as well. This summer is going to awesome; like with double HP icing. (grins). Hoped you enjoyed the first chapter; it was not very long, but just a little appetizer. Anyways, give me your thoughts on it.
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