- Prologue -
Suppose there was a world....a world of witchcraft and wizardry...in which there didn't a day pass by without something supernatural or unexplainable happening...In a world like that, conspiracies would be made every day, to prevent terrible things from happening in the world that was meant to look as peacefull as possible....Imagine yourself looking through a little window, of an old castle, and seeing a little, tiny creature talking to a shimmering little lila light. Now, that is where this story starts....
'You understand that?', said the tiny creature to the shimmering light that keep flying in front of him.
'Yes', said the little light with a very high pitched voice. 'It is of vital essence that I find him and warn him for the dreadfull things that might befall him.'
The tiny creature nodded.'Good. Now, you must hurry. Rumor goes that he has already received note from Hogwarts. He will be studiying there this year.'
'Hogwarts...You mean the school for witchcraft and wizardy?'
'Yes. It would be wise to go there straight away rather than meeting him at his house. He probably will be on his way really soon. If you are at Hogwarts before he arrives, you can warn him.'
'Yes, MyLord.'
'His fate, and maybe that of the entire world lies in the succes of this mission. It is imperrative that this mission is of succes! I hate to think what would happen if something would go seriously wrong....'
Suddenly, footseps were rapidly coming down a hallway. The shady figure pointed toward an open window.
'Hurry! You must go now! Quick!'
'Yes!'
The door to the room opened, and a somewhat taller figure entered the room.
'Dad? Sorry to disturb you....were you talking to someone?'
The little light quickly flew out of the window, and dissapeared.
'I told you never to enter my private office without knocking the door!'
'Oh....Sorry, dad.'
The father sighed.'No, it is me who should be sorry. I should spend some more time with you and your mother.'
'Mother and me know you have a lot of important business to attend to, dad. It's okay.'
'Thanks', said the father, and he looked at the window, then sighed again.
'Something wrong, dad?'
The father thought for a moment, and said:'No son. Not yet. Nothing you should worry about....'
The little, shimmering glow was now traveling over an inmense, foggy ocean. The message it's master gave it kept repeating itself inside it's mind.
'His fate, and maybe that of the entire world lies in the succes of this mission. It is imperrative that this mission is of succes! I hate to think what would happen if something would go seriously wrong....'
The creature shed little tears. It was still so young. How could it's master entrust it with a burden so heavy? It simply wasn't fair! As it made it's way across the ocean, it decided to look for another, less important master as soon as she was finished with the errand for this one. Perhaps an old hag or a retired wizard. But no-one important. Never more....