Dark Memories, Darker Souls
Chapter 1: The Hermit in the Cottage
The Dust of the old winding road was hurtled into the air as three black Nimbus 2001 broomsticks zoomed past with shadowed, hooded figures riding them. They rushed through the air like a fragment of light all staying in the formation that they had set off in and began to land. As they landed the tallest of the three figures took out his wand: the tallest figure's wand was unusually long at the length of at least sixteen inches and was made of Black Hawthorn wood to decorate the outside with a Dragon Heartstring core. The handle of the wand was particularly strange as it was carved to represent the head of a serpent, the king of serpents; the basilisk as it curved round the little finger of the lean man. With on swift movement and a muttering of some words the door swung of it's hinges and hurled through the air as it smashed against the wall opposite and the three men poured into the cottage quicker than they rode their brooms.
The cottage was empty or at least to the naked eye, armchairs were ridden with bugs and maggots and the rotting supports above their heads unnerved the tall, lean man as the floor boards creaked below them. One of the men who were quite plump and short was parading around the cottage, recklessly as he held his short wand with the rounded handle in his fat, meaty hand. He let out a helpless roar as he collapsed into the armchair.
"He isn't here Staker, and even if he was…" The plump was interrupted by a deathly glare from piercing silver eyes of Staker (the tall man) who was slowly observing the single room for any signs of movement.
"I wouldn't be so sure" smiled the other man who had been silent for most of the trip. He gave the plump man a quick look as he took out a dark maroon twelve and a half inch wand made of Cherry with a Unicorn hair core, it was decorated with black and golden cobwebs which gradually got smaller the further they went up the straight shaft. He instructed the two other men to step aside, however the plump man wasn't pleased when he was dragged out of the surprisingly comfy, beat-up old armchair. The silent man pointed his wand at the darkest, dampest corner of the room where nothing lay there but an old, ragged blanket.
"Homenum Revelio" the quiet man said softly as a light blue wisp glided out of his wand and towards the blanket, another blue light then started to emit out from underneath the blanket. He smiled and slowly changed his blue-eyed gaze towards Staker. Staker gave the quiet man a questionable look which almost suggested he was oblivious to what type of spell this was. Staker slowly approached the blanket with his wand clutched in his right hand as he slowly raised his left hand and touched the blanket, it was warm, unusually warm, maybe it was the charm but who knows. Staker gave the blanket one quick tug as he yanked it off. To his surprise there was a small, old man curled up in the corner underneath the blanket, he had a mound of eccentric silvery hair, a big bushy grey beard and hazel eyes. He was wearing some sort of ragged navy blue robe which had the emblem of a flaming golden phoenix with a snake in its claws, Staker scoffed when he caught sight of the emblem.
"He's a member of the order?" The plump man Questioned
"Well Done Baxter, as always your observance never cease to amaze me" replied Staker sarcastically, who was examining the old man. Staker slowly pulled off the Death-Eater mask he had been wearing and prompted Baxter to do the same. He slowly pulled down the pointed hood that he had been wearing which revealed his face, he had short black hair and a crooked nose, and he also had a scar that started on right side of his fore head and ended up just beneath his right cheek bone.
"Drake! Come here!" He said as he frowned at the quiet man (Drake) who was looking out of the window. Drake quickly hurried over to Staker and knelt down beside him, by now Staker had already drawn a short, triangular shaped dagger out of his robe; it had dozens of tiny crystals at the hand and little studs on the handle which helped improve grip, he then thrust it against the old man's neck who was smirking with disbelief.
"Where is he? Your part of the Order, you should know!" Bellowed Staker who was pushing the old man against the wall. The old man let out a little cackle at the arrogance of Staker; Staker took this as if the old man was mocking him and punched him in the mouth. The old man looked up with blood dripping from his lip and opened his mouth; however words didn't come out just some sort of sigh…then the old man began to speak.
"How can you find a person that doesn't exist…" He smiled at the three death-eaters kneeling down, interrogating him. He then quickly grabbed hold of the knife that Staker had against his neck and pushed it in to his flesh cause blood to spurt all over Staker and the old man to die. Staker was left in astonishment and nine words he couldn't understand 'How can you find a person that doesn't exist…'