Aqurthia and Saphyria
Memoirs of the Wild Magic
Disclaimer: I own nothing in J.K. Rowling's world; I would just like to
live there. Please don't sue me, for I have nothing except this computer and
I'd kinda like to keep it.
A/N:: Hey, This is the prologue of the adventures of the Wild Magic!
Welcome and please enjoy yourselves. This fic starts during the Graveyard
scene in the Goblet of Fire. The story idea was stuck in my head for quite a
while before I posted it, so it might not be too good. I hope you like it,
though. Like it enough to review it, at least…
Prologue:
Harry struggled against the magical ropes that held him to the
gravestone while Lord Voldemort paced up and down in front of him, waiting
for his Death Eaters to arrive. Wormtail still sat crumpled on the ground,
clutching what was left of his arm to his body and whimpering.
Harry gave up his struggling. He knew Voldemort was going to kill him,
but Harry would be standing bravely, not trying to run away. Harry looked at
his surroundings for some comfort. Needless to say, he didn't find much.
The evening was overcast and gray, turning everything a muddy brownish-
yellow color. The gusts of wind made the rickety old house up on the hill look
even more rickety. The gravestones around him were crumbling and were
covered with moss, making them look almost like natural rock.
Harry looked at the meadow in front of the old house. The driveway
that hadn't been used in over 50 years was so grown over with grass that
Harry could barely distinguish where it had been. Then, as he looked out
over the meadow, something caught his eye.
What is that? Harry thought. I must be seeing things, why would two
muggle girls be here of all places watching the most evil wizard of the
century finish off his enemy? Are they mental? I must be seeing things…
But there they were. Harry was sure that they hadn't been there the
first time he had looked at the field. Both standing there dressed as
muggles, except the facial expressions were different from the looks of
muggles. If Harry looked too closely at them, the faces looked normal, but
if Harry relaxed his eyes, they had a look of knowledge.
The girls' outlines were faint, but the candles that either of them was
holding shone brightly. Despite the growing wind, the flame of each candle
barely flickered, as if they were moving in a light breeze.
Harry shook his head as if to clear it of something and looked back to
where he had seen the two girls standing. They were still there, he thought,
so I'm not exactly imagining this.
Harry saw that their mouths were moving, as if they were trying to
tell him something but he wasn't able to hear them. Voldemort, it seemed,
hadn't seen or heard the girls since they had gotten there. Harry forgot
completely as he strained to hear what the girls were saying. Softly at
first, then starting to grow, came a song.
"…Light in the Darkness,
Symbol of Happiness,
Shining so brightly,
Shining for all.
Shine of all, the wondrous miracle,
Light of ages long ago,
Burning bright with Hope and Love,
And Freedom, aglow!
Light in the Darkness,
Symbol of Happiness,
Shining so brightly,
Shining for all!
One light for all,
Happiness and Joy,
For All…"
Were these creatures angels? Harry thought as he listened, Am I
already that close to death? Each note of the song was made in plaintive
appeal as if the girls were trying to beg for their lives by singing. Harry was
filled by such a complete contentment by the sound of the song that he
wanted it to last forever. But as the last note of the song died, the girls
faded with it.
Angels? He thought again, Valkyries? No, none of those… He must
remember to ask Dumbledore about it when he got back, then he
remembered, he wasn't going to survive to ask Dumbledore anything.
His thoughts were shattered by the appearance of the Death Eaters
and he forgot all about the mysterious girls for the time being.
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Memoirs of the Wild Magic
Disclaimer: I own nothing in J.K. Rowling's world; I would just like to
live there. Please don't sue me, for I have nothing except this computer and
I'd kinda like to keep it.
A/N:: Hey, This is the prologue of the adventures of the Wild Magic!
Welcome and please enjoy yourselves. This fic starts during the Graveyard
scene in the Goblet of Fire. The story idea was stuck in my head for quite a
while before I posted it, so it might not be too good. I hope you like it,
though. Like it enough to review it, at least…
Prologue:
Harry struggled against the magical ropes that held him to the
gravestone while Lord Voldemort paced up and down in front of him, waiting
for his Death Eaters to arrive. Wormtail still sat crumpled on the ground,
clutching what was left of his arm to his body and whimpering.
Harry gave up his struggling. He knew Voldemort was going to kill him,
but Harry would be standing bravely, not trying to run away. Harry looked at
his surroundings for some comfort. Needless to say, he didn't find much.
The evening was overcast and gray, turning everything a muddy brownish-
yellow color. The gusts of wind made the rickety old house up on the hill look
even more rickety. The gravestones around him were crumbling and were
covered with moss, making them look almost like natural rock.
Harry looked at the meadow in front of the old house. The driveway
that hadn't been used in over 50 years was so grown over with grass that
Harry could barely distinguish where it had been. Then, as he looked out
over the meadow, something caught his eye.
What is that? Harry thought. I must be seeing things, why would two
muggle girls be here of all places watching the most evil wizard of the
century finish off his enemy? Are they mental? I must be seeing things…
But there they were. Harry was sure that they hadn't been there the
first time he had looked at the field. Both standing there dressed as
muggles, except the facial expressions were different from the looks of
muggles. If Harry looked too closely at them, the faces looked normal, but
if Harry relaxed his eyes, they had a look of knowledge.
The girls' outlines were faint, but the candles that either of them was
holding shone brightly. Despite the growing wind, the flame of each candle
barely flickered, as if they were moving in a light breeze.
Harry shook his head as if to clear it of something and looked back to
where he had seen the two girls standing. They were still there, he thought,
so I'm not exactly imagining this.
Harry saw that their mouths were moving, as if they were trying to
tell him something but he wasn't able to hear them. Voldemort, it seemed,
hadn't seen or heard the girls since they had gotten there. Harry forgot
completely as he strained to hear what the girls were saying. Softly at
first, then starting to grow, came a song.
"…Light in the Darkness,
Symbol of Happiness,
Shining so brightly,
Shining for all.
Shine of all, the wondrous miracle,
Light of ages long ago,
Burning bright with Hope and Love,
And Freedom, aglow!
Light in the Darkness,
Symbol of Happiness,
Shining so brightly,
Shining for all!
One light for all,
Happiness and Joy,
For All…"
Were these creatures angels? Harry thought as he listened, Am I
already that close to death? Each note of the song was made in plaintive
appeal as if the girls were trying to beg for their lives by singing. Harry was
filled by such a complete contentment by the sound of the song that he
wanted it to last forever. But as the last note of the song died, the girls
faded with it.
Angels? He thought again, Valkyries? No, none of those… He must
remember to ask Dumbledore about it when he got back, then he
remembered, he wasn't going to survive to ask Dumbledore anything.
His thoughts were shattered by the appearance of the Death Eaters
and he forgot all about the mysterious girls for the time being.
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