***Author's Note: This is a novel and will eventually be sent to Scholastic when it is complete. Please leave your honest opinions. This novel will be released in chapters on . Every review helps and I am looking for notes. This story does not have Harry Potter or any of the movie characters in it; but it takes place in their world and will have reference to them from time-to-time (spells, locations, objects, etc.) I hope you enjoy!
Prologue
In a distant land, deep into the earth, two men stood in a terribly lit room. They wore dark cloaks that covered most of them. One man looked around nervously for followers, while the other had a scowl on his face that was barely visible in the darkness.
"How many children are dead, Sebastian?" One of the men asked. His eyed glowed a blood-red. His raven-colored hair was slicked back against his head. His hand clutched a long black wand that had intricate designs on it; the end gleaming a dark green light. Sebastian made a noise in his throat; he hesitated to answer then other man.
"Tw-twenty-three, master." Sebastian stuttered. His green eyes glowed brightly in the dark; showing his master the uncertainty. There was a large, open wound across his neck, showing he had just survived something horrid.
"How did they die? It was an accident; I presume." His voice was dripping with venom. "I wouldn't enjoy having to send off more teachers to Azkaban! Would you, Sebastian?" His pitiful minion flinched; fear causing him to quake in his boots.
"Twas a wand failure; Charlie Ravencroft casted a killing curse and it rebounded against the whole class, including the teacher..I don't think anybody needs to go to…Azkaban..." Sebastian held his wand in two trembling hands. His master turned around. "Send the bodies to the Dementor's ocean. They shall rot there." He ordered, causing his minion to relax slightly. "Don't let the ministry hear about this or it's you who's going to be dead next." Sebastian's eyes grew as large as they could and the tip of his wand glowed a bright red.
"Yes, Master. They shall never know." His master nodded curtly, still not pleased with this terrible news. He seemed worried in a way; as if very much depended on this. He gently lowered his wand onto the table.
"How many are left?" The master asked.
"Sixty-five kids, w-with ten in the honors class, sir" Sebastian stated. The man picked up a small sheet of paper. It had ripped edges and looked as if it was burned straight from the pages. "Send more children; if we don't have more by next Sunday..." He trailed off, leaving his minion to think of the unthinkable. His stomach churned, feeling a mixture of worry and pain. Sebastian quietly went out of the room and down a pitch black stair case. He quivered with fear as entered another room. He held his wand up to a large, eerie-looking door.
"Harmonia-Nectare-Passes" His wand made a subtle whistle, and the entire door lit up. It slowly creaked open, and out fell beautiful, velvet boxes of various colors. Sebastian reached out his hands took a box. His hand shook as he lifted it to the box's lid. He slowly pried it open, recealing exactly what he needed: a wand. He picked up a small card from the bottom.
Back in the office, the master still stood. It was as if all the blood in his body had froze over, and caused him to be stiff. With a wave of his wand, a sheet of paper appeared from nowhere. He took a seat in the large chair and pulled a quill out from the ink.
Dear Radagast,
It has come to My Attention That Your Previous Letter May Be Correct. We Only Have Around 60 Kids Left And We Promised The Ministry We Would Have Over 100! That is Why I Am Contacting You; I would simply Request That You Open All Previous Portkey's From Last Semester. Only open the three Largest Populated Ones, The Red Oaks Passage, The New York Sewer Passage, And Hell's Gateway Passage.
Thanks for your consideration,
Nightingale, Headmaster of the Asylum