A/N New kinda story bit of a twist to my regular stuff, but bear with me, I've kinda lost interest in Harry Potter, just wait till the summer and I read the book and then you'll tget twenty chapters ok?
Disclaimer I own none of the names trademarked by Wizards of the Coast but this is my idea and I have no recollection of anyone telling this story before me. If anyone does please e-mail me.
Prologue.
Five stories below ground level, underneath what seemed to be a peaceful country manor park, in a dark room filled with darkened monitors sat a lone figure staring at the monitors and apparently nothing.
Apparently Nothing? The figure chuckled to himself recalling the way these monitors had been described to him ten years ago, "Manifestations of exactly what we need, that's the way it works. They're energy as far as we can tell, but there's no signature to them that we can read with any technology we've got. According to leading scientists, they're apparently nothing…" he smiled coolly as he stared intent at the monitors. They did really just hang there, holding no mass, no colour, no smell, but they were definitely there, just visible to the eye.
You may be 'apparently nothing' but you do show something don't you? They were hooked up to other more tangible manifestations a few floors down, they being the reason he was sat there intently, just waiting for a glimmer. Their controllers held the screens black for long periods of time, sometimes weeks on end, but every now and then a face would flicker across one of them. He sat here now because he was waiting for a certain group of faces; one in particular, to show up, thus provingthe feeling deep in his gut. He had been waiting ever since he was put in command of this facility twenty years ago, his appointment to 'Overseer.' Unknown to his superiors he had known about this 'Global Secret' for a lot longer than that, and through no easy means had engineered his own position as head of it. Also unknown to his superiors were his real reasons for doing so, but they would come to fruition soon, all he needed was a glimmer. His immediate desire was to see that group of faces on the screens; he could feel it in his bones that they would show up. Once they appeared he could lend more of his attentions to his own ultimate goal, but he needed those faces. He knew the controllers needed certain proximity to be able to predict but surely…
There came a hurried knocking at the door but there was no time for enquiry as the door was pushed open by the last knock. The last person who had dared to disturb the Overseer, had found themselves working volcano duty when Etna last went up in 1992. Either you have a wish to be sent to a cold mountain in hell or... Fortunately the latter thought was not needed as it was already proved true when his second in command and trusted brother swung into view in front of him.
"Overseer! I have the reports from our advanced psi-scouts. The 'Marks' you told us to watch out for sir, their compatibility ratings are through the roof sir!" he stopped for breath looking a little blue in the face but his superior was no longer looking at him, nor sitting down. He was stood, a good head above his subordinate staring straight at the middle bank of screens. There the middle six screens were sparking to life like a television with bad reception. But through the interference and white noise came six faces. Smiling he looked back down at his second in command.
"I know…"