The Ebony Lord
By: DestinedKnight23
He sat, awaiting his judgment, his love beside him. A smirk played on his handsome features, as though the thought of his own demise amused him. His queen sat to his right, stone faced and royal, above all these worldly proceedings. Both were clothed in the blackest black that earthly fabrics could create, yet they were as bright as the sun when compared to the darkness of their souls. Neither had ornaments as tributes to their status as lord and lady. They needed it not. It was etched into their faces, their bodies, their hearts (if indeed they still possessed them), and their minds. "Mr. Harry James Potter and Mrs. Fleur Monique Delacour-Potter, you stand accuse of practicing Dark Magic. You are further accused of gathering followers in an attempt to overthrow the Ministry of Magic." Before I tell you more of the trial of Harry Potter, I must tell you of his journey. How he went from being the Golden Boy to the Ebony Lord.
It is a tale shrouded in shadow and secrets, and only I, Luna Lobo, (second in command to only the Ebony Lord and Lady themselves) know it in its completeness. The epic begins with two events that change the course of history, the death of Sirius Black and the maddening of Vernon Dursley. The first needs no explaining, but the latter not many will comprehend. Vernon Dursley had always respected Harry Potter. Never liked, the thought of love was laughable (he was a freak after all), yet always respected. When that man with the Eye threatened him, that respect vanished. What man let others fight his battles for him? The threats did not intimidate him; no, they angered him. An angry Dursley is a mad Dursley. He locked Potter in the Cupboard. He burned all of Potter's "unnatural" possessions, especially that bloody owl. Every day he would beat Potter for one hour. Every time Potter would pass out after the first half hour. Harry knew the Headmaster was aware of everything because he sent a letter directly to Dumbledore, begging for help. It was ignored. Potter hated, hates, and will forever hate Dumbledore for the hell he put him through. Thus it continued for two weeks. The final day of the second week, right before the time when Potter usually passed out Potter whispered "Darkness is my Deliverance," and it began to rain a black rain.
By: DestinedKnight23
He sat, awaiting his judgment, his love beside him. A smirk played on his handsome features, as though the thought of his own demise amused him. His queen sat to his right, stone faced and royal, above all these worldly proceedings. Both were clothed in the blackest black that earthly fabrics could create, yet they were as bright as the sun when compared to the darkness of their souls. Neither had ornaments as tributes to their status as lord and lady. They needed it not. It was etched into their faces, their bodies, their hearts (if indeed they still possessed them), and their minds. "Mr. Harry James Potter and Mrs. Fleur Monique Delacour-Potter, you stand accuse of practicing Dark Magic. You are further accused of gathering followers in an attempt to overthrow the Ministry of Magic." Before I tell you more of the trial of Harry Potter, I must tell you of his journey. How he went from being the Golden Boy to the Ebony Lord.
It is a tale shrouded in shadow and secrets, and only I, Luna Lobo, (second in command to only the Ebony Lord and Lady themselves) know it in its completeness. The epic begins with two events that change the course of history, the death of Sirius Black and the maddening of Vernon Dursley. The first needs no explaining, but the latter not many will comprehend. Vernon Dursley had always respected Harry Potter. Never liked, the thought of love was laughable (he was a freak after all), yet always respected. When that man with the Eye threatened him, that respect vanished. What man let others fight his battles for him? The threats did not intimidate him; no, they angered him. An angry Dursley is a mad Dursley. He locked Potter in the Cupboard. He burned all of Potter's "unnatural" possessions, especially that bloody owl. Every day he would beat Potter for one hour. Every time Potter would pass out after the first half hour. Harry knew the Headmaster was aware of everything because he sent a letter directly to Dumbledore, begging for help. It was ignored. Potter hated, hates, and will forever hate Dumbledore for the hell he put him through. Thus it continued for two weeks. The final day of the second week, right before the time when Potter usually passed out Potter whispered "Darkness is my Deliverance," and it began to rain a black rain.