MOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSEE!!! My delectably lickable frying pan. Here you go! More to come!
I've written this as an assignment for a site that I'm part of - go to my homepage if you want to join! Here's the prompt that I'm following:
The year is 2007, the peak of the modern world and its technology. The old traditions, as well as the power of the wizarding world, have deteriorated under the influence of muggles and their power of technology. Now only a handful of wizards are left, all of them a part of a secret committee sworn to do justice to the dark slums of the London streets, where not only muggle violence takes place, but a darker magic as well.
Harry Potter is one of the agencies best spies, and is out on one of the biggest missions of his lifetime. The question is, will he succeed this ordeal, or will darkness sweep over him forever?
Only I've changed it slightly. Well, what're you going to do? But anyway. Onward!
Prologue
The nightmares come nearly every night.
Harry can still see the green jets of light bouncing off the walls in the kitchen as the Death Eaters swarmed in, striking down anyone in their path.
He can still hear the Molly's screams of despair as her children were slain one by one before her, stopping only when she too was silenced by the spreading darkness.
He can still feel the hard stone of the floor on his knees as he hid behind the dresser, waiting for the Death Eater to move into the corridor so that he could take them by surprise.
He can still smell the unforgettable stench of burning flesh as he flung hot coals from the recently lit fire into the faces of the approaching Death Eaters.
He can still taste their blood in his mouth as he launched himself at them physically, wand lost somewhere in the fight, relying just on brute strength and adrenaline and hate.
And then he wakes, nine years later. And he can see the morning sun through his window, can hear Buckbeak shifting in the corner, can feel the cold sweat running down his face, can smell breakfast downstairs, can taste blood where he bit his tongue. So he gets up, washes, dresses, and goes downstairs, and pretends that he wasn't having another nightmare. And the other will pretend the same, though he kept them awake most of the night with his screaming.
Comments welcome and appreciated.
Smokey