Riddle me Not
Prologue
The moon was high and peaceful. A tall building stood right outside London. Children were sleeping peacefully in their beds and the wind was gentle. But even through the peace and quiet. A man sat in his study restless.
He sat on his chair behind his study table. He was looking out the window in to the night. His usually bright and playful eyes through wrinkled with age were weary.
The storm is coming. And he has hidden himself from the war since it's started. But he fears for the children. His own past might come back to haunt him. And he wouldn't risk these children for anything.
Looking down on his hand, a slightly crumpled piece of parchment lay the words of his former teacher burning through his head.
"The risk of exposure and endangering these children are great. With the coming war, I would like to invite you to come back to Hogwarts for your safety and the safety of the children. The Defence against the Dark Arts position is available for you to occupy. If you cannot do it for your own safety. Do it for the children."
The old man had been living amongst Muggles and as a Muggle for so long. He still held his wand. But rarely did he use it beyond parlor tricks and small household spells. Despite his talent for Defense Against the Dark Arts when he was a young man, he had faded quietly into the Muggle world and built a life for himself.
His thoughts went to the youngsters sleeping in their beds. He was hidden. He was impossible to be found. Or at least he hoped he had covered his tracks deep enough.
He raised his head up suddenly. Someone had passed through his wards.
He quickly stood and Apparated.
A wizard in a mask stood in front of him a mile away from the building. He started throwing curses at the older man. He raised a shield and started to retaliate against the Death Eater.
This man was a spy. He thought to himself as he continued to fight back. His opponent wasn't experienced. He managed to disarm the Death Eater before he could do more damage.
"Leave!" he said sternly.
"I don't know what my Lord wants with you." The death eater said. "But he is always watching. There's no where to hide."
He managed to snatch his wand from the ground and apparate away.
There's no where to hide.
He looked back at the building he lived. His life's work. He can't let all that be in vain.
He walked back towards the front door. He had some writing to do.
Hi… (shys away)
So it's been uh…a year? Two years. Well the most coherent plot chapter I have actually remembered writing for this account was…2014 I think so yeah.
I haven't been thinking or reading or anything of the like for a few months and since this idea has resurfaced I couldn't pass it up. This actually was an old story that I attempted in this account but didn't get the details right (I reread the old chapters and I was cringing) So in my attempt to regain some sort of literacy that I gained and nourished from writing fanfic in high school I am going to try to work on this new story.
To answer the most obvious questions since I am going to be posting here again.
I might not work on the other stories. Most are as good as done. I haven't touched some of these stories in 3 years. (since its almost 2017) and I have no idea what my high school brain was thinking half the time. The most I could work on is "The One who made a Difference" (Which needs to be seriously rewritten and retitled) and The Half Blood Snape (Which I actually want to revisit at some point).
So I hope you like the prologue please tell me what you think