Author Notes:
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling is the true genius here.
Rated: Fiction K
My roomie somehow convinced me to not only write a story but even post it here. A huge thanks to her for being my editor and critic.
I hope you all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
A Tale Almost Too Terrible To Tell
I shall weave you a tale untold by any other that will tickle your fancy and leave you spellbound. It was a warm fall night, the air was crisp with not a flutter of air currents, and the leaves had already changed their colors. There was a small group of school children all in their second year at Hogwarts. They sat on the cusp of the Forbidden Forest, just close enough to smell the rank scent of the old fallen leaves that had begun to decompose upon the floor; yet far enough away that the centaurs would not stray from their wooded homes to swoop up any unsuspecting children.
They sat in a tight knit circle around a small crimson fire, courtesy of an Incendio charm. They spoke in hushed tones just audible enough for the whole group to hear as if afraid that making too much noise could lure a Dementor to their little area, as they told each other ominously frightful stories. The only other sounds that could be heard over the voices of the children was the crackle of the flames and the occasional creak of the Womping Willow as it would swat at unsuspecting wildlife.
One of the children, a brown tousle haired Slytherin boy with eyes as green as his houses color, looked through the mess of his bangs into the anxious and disquieted eyes of his peers. There were two female Gryffindors one a lanky brunette with a tattered scarf, the other a mousy haired red head with the posture of a pigmy puff, a Ravenclaw male of rather tall stature and a rosy dimples, and several bright-eyed Hufflepuffs both genders, their innocence of the new world shined brightly on their faces. The Hufflepuffs kept shooting frantic glances into the deep forest beyond as if in fear of something no one else could see, and the Slytherin boy began to spin a story of true horror. He inhaled a deep breath and spoke in a voice that was curiously chipper, despite their predicament.
Once there was a Dark Lord. He was so ugly due to a lack of nose upon his face that everyone died. The end.
~Fin
I hope you all enjoyed my first story. Please leave a review. If you really liked it and I get enough reviews, I will post another story.