The Unintentional Augur:
Prologue:
A man ran down a dark alley, a package stuffed under his trench coat. Every once and a while he would look over his shoulder. Turning a corner he stopped and listened. The footsteps were gone, and he couldn't hear anymore voices. He grinned crookedly, then whispered,
"Hey, Nightingale! I got your package. It's kind of heavy, so come and take it!"
Another man came from the dark, his black hair falling down in front of his face.
"Were you followed?" He asked slowly.
"Well, yes, but I lost them awhile back."
"Good." Nightingale sighed. "Now I would like my package, and you can go."
The thief shook a greasy finger at him.
"Ah, ah, ah. I was warned about you!"
"Oh?"
"Yep. First my money, and then your package thing."
A dark shadow fell across Nightingale's face, but he kept his cool composure.
"Here." He said crossly, handing the thief a bag of money."My package?"
The thief counted the money in the bag, then smiled.
"Alright. But I deserve more."
"You deserve what I give you!" Nightingale snarled.
The thief grinned foolishly.
"Oh, alright. Why is it so important anyway?"
"It's none of your business."
The thief pulled the package out of his trench coat.
"Bet it would cost a lot if you sold it."
"Perhaps."
The thief stared at it, glanced at Nightingale, then bolted down the alley. Nightingale sighed, and pulled out his wand. Pointing it at the disappearing thief, he gave it a upwards flick. The thief froze mid-step, then collapsed onto the street. Nightingale walked over to him, leaned over, and picked the package out of his hands.
"It was nice doing business with you."
He stuck the package into his coat pocket, and strolled down the alley, melting into the darkness.
A small girl sat on a carpet in a dark room. She was playing with little dolls, talking to herself. She had curly black hair done up in two pig-tails. Her skin was pale, but her cheeks were flushed pink. She set the doll in a cradle, and rocked it with her foot.
The door creaked open, and her father walked in, looking shifty and harassed.
The girl smiled,and held up her arms. Her father picked her up, and set her in a rocking chair.
"Shadoe." He whispered."Honey, I have a present for you."
He handed her a package, it was square, and the paper was very rumpled. She took it in her pale hands, and tore open the paper. It was a glass case, and inside sat a ring. It was blood-red, so red it almost looked real.
"Ooh," she said wistfully."Daddy,can I wear it?"
"No! Never, ever, ever wear it." He shook her shoulders. "Never Shadoe. Understand?"
Shadoe nodded. "Yes Daddy."
"Good girl. Don't ever show it to anyone. Not even your mother."
"No Mummy?"
"No."
"Yes daddy."
Bright lights suddenly illuminated the room.
"Shadoe!" Her father said quickly. "Hide the ring, quickly! Hide it!"
Shadoe slid of the chair, and scurried over to her bed. She pulled out a trunk, she muttered a few words, and the trunk opened. She put the ring in it and shoved the trunk under the bed. At that moment, wizards appeared, announced by loud cracks.
"Embre Nightingale! You're under arrest for accusation of theft from the Ministry of Magic."
"What!" Embre yelled. "And who's accusing me?"
"A man called Mikey Florence!"
Embre rolled his eyes. The men were all pointing their wands at him. Shadoe burst into tears. That's when one of the men noticed her.
"Hey, what's the kid doing here?"
Despite her tears, she defiantly told him that this was her room. At that point, her mother ran in, demanding to know what was happening. To Shadoe the rest was a blur, but she remembered Embre's scared eyes, and her mother's loud voice. Then her father was gone.
A/N: I hope everyone likes it, and just to warn you, this is the first story I've ever shown anybody, so please review, and leave any advice you have for me.