The Yin of Yin and Yang
This was an rpg I was in… I'm putting it in story form now.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this… except the part written about Valkry. Khoshekh belongs to Demonspain88, Harry Potter Universe to J.K Rowling. Every time I introduce a new charrie, I'll add a disclaimer.
After the demise of the Dark Lord Voldemort, the wizarding world threw itself into a frenzy of anti-Dark Arts activity - anything could get one questioned from past 'pureblood organization' memberships to just having been in the same family tree as another who was known to be a dark wizard supporter. As it had once been dangerous to have anything to do with mixed blood - now it was the reverse! Even being sorted into the Slytherin House was no longer simply regarded as being ambitious but as a potential threat to the rest of the wizarding world!
-Khoshekh P.O.V.-
It was a small store on the borders of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. The shop itself was new and, to all appearances, was an inculpable establishment selling various expensive crystals, runic artifacts and astrological paraphernalia and accouterments. The interior was hung with drapery of various blue and purple shades, covering most of the spotless and highly polished wood paneling. At the far end of the shop was a wall covered in heavy tapestries depicting stars, comets and planets, however on this particular day the shop windows sign was faced to the 'closed' position and part of the tapestry on the back wall was tied back with a black silk ribbon, revealing a stairwell for today was for guests and not customers..
Up the stairs was a simple three room bachelor-styled flat, decorated in high-styled Rococo era design. In one such room, dressed in a long robe - black fading into a deep twilight purple/ blue at the bottom - and a full sleeved cream poet shirt, lounged the owner of the establishment: Khoshekh Corvin.
He fiddled with his wand, looking bored, as usual. However, in reality he was annoyed. He had once made a good living off of his magic…Specifically the darker aspects of it, but because of this whole scare about anything Dark he had quickly run into retirement… however that hadn't been good enough for those meddling Ministry officials, no, recently they had found him and had the nerve to tell him that his entire property was going to be taken away from him and strip searched - as if he was stupid enough to have dark artifact hidden between every crack in the floorboards - and so he had been turned out with nothing but what he had had on him then and there - and even that had been with much deliberation!
He swung himself lightly to his feet, and crossed over to the window, looking with an odd deadly calm down onto the thin trickle of witches and wizards who dared do their shopping so close to Knockturn Alley - almost all of which was 'closed for inspection'.
Inspection. How he loathed the very word. He had been 'under inspection' his entire life no thanks to his older twin and the stupid belief in his family that the second of twins would always be of Dark leanings. He hated it...but it was true. Though the Mark had vanished with the destruction of the Dark Lord, his leanings still hadn't changed. For three years he had tortured and question victims for the Death Eaters and he had become quite good at it. Unfortunately, Potter had defeated the Dark One permanently before the he had been able to get a post at the Ministry as an official questioner. It had been a disappointment but it had still taken three more years before someone had 'remembered' his name to some official or another… and he had quickly had to store anything that could have compromised him, in his secret vault at Gringotts. If there was anyplace safe, even from the Aurors and Ministry idiots - it was there. In fact he had only just finished when they had come calling. Inspection. There would be no inspection - just confiscation, he was certain. But he had grown weary of this, and so had called together like-minded people, set a meeting and was going to set a plan in motion.
-Valkry P.O.V-
Valkry stood up. Her dark hair glinting in the sun, she entered the alley. She heard a scurrying, and turned to see a rat. Pulling out her wand and smiling cruelly, she whispered, "Crucio, pretty... Crucio." She chuckled under her breath as she watched the creature squirm and writhe. She kept going, breaking the enchantment. Walking swiftly, she arrived to the store that was closed for "inspection." She smiled, watching her perfect white teeth glitter, and pulled up her sleeve to see the very faint scares left by a curious skull looking object. Of course, if anyone asked her what it was, it was simply an accident in potions class... She walked around to the back of the store where she knew a back door was. Valkry muttered something and tapped out a rhythm. She stepped into the dark, musty space. "Khoshekh! I'm back!" she called, and then muttered quietly, "Time to advance into the world..." He'd better be here. It had taken her years to find this address. No matter. She'd wait right here till he decided to show up.
Ok, I'll end there. R&R people! I'll update if I get one review, so REVIEW! And the story get's better, I promise.