Hello everyone! This is my second attempt at writing fanfiction. The first time failed horribly for me(partly because I lost a large amount of interest in the books), so I hope this time will be better. That being said, THIS IS A SIDE HOBBY ONLY! I MAY OR MAY NOT FINISH IT AND THE CHAPTERS WILL BE UPLOADED RANDOMLY; pretty much whenever I have the time and feel like writing. So please do not expect great writing or super long chapters. I'm lucky if I manage 1k a chapter, though it's starting to edge towards 2k. Finally, I would suggest reading my other story posted on DeviantArt beforehand. It will likely explain a great many thing, depending on how the story progresses. The link can be found in my profile.
DISCLAIMER; I own nothing but my own characters. All characters, settings, spells, races, etc. that are included in the HP books are property of J.K. Rowling. I will most likely draw on some of the other fanfictions I've read, so if you see your stuff hear, well, it belongs to you.
That being said, on with the story!
Harry Potter and the Wings of the Dragon
Prologue – One thousand years in the past
An old man with a long, snow white beard sat in an ancient looking wooden chair at the top of a tower in a castle located near a Scottish loch, reading a book by the rising light of dawn. He was clothed in long, midnight blue robes that were covered in cresent moons, stitched in shinning white and silver thread. A matching hat sat upon his balding head and half-moon glasses on his long and crooked nose aided his sky-blue eyes in deciphering the text on the pages before him. An oak staff as gnarled and crooked as its owner leant on the side of the chair, a large emerald set in the top, seeming to glow with inner power.
The peace of the moment was shattered as a resounding roar echoed off of the mountains surrounding the castle. Calmly, the old man looked up into the morning sky, smiling as he caught sight of a large white creature circling high above him. The creature roared once more before diving and disappearing behind the great towers of the castle. With a shake of his head, the old man went back to reading his book.
Moments later, he was joined by a tall, raven-haired man in pure white robes. This new-comer also carried a staff, though this one was bright white, with a sapphire jewel set in the top. Pointed ears poked through his curtain of ebony hair.
Together, they watched the sun rise in companionable silence till it was high above the mountains. They looked at each, each remembering the trials and events they went through to get here, before the younger of the two spoke.
"It's time."
"So it is, my old friend," the old man said, sighing. "I will miss you greatly, but your destiny is not here. You will be safe there; our wards have made sure of that."
"It is not myself that I worry for. I am concerned about my brothers and sisters, and what they must do."
"I know, my friend. Though they may not like it, both Godric and Salazar understand what must be done, for the future of our world to stay true. As do you."
"Indeed."
Moments passed, and nothing else was said. Eventually, the raven-haired man handed his staff to the older of the pair, before clasping hands with each other. Silently, the white-robed man released his companion and stepped back, nodding once before turning on the spot and disappearing.
Exactly one thousand years into the future, a huge, slitted, blue eye snapped open in a long-forgotten cavern, deep beneath the Scottish mountains.
Well, how did I do for a first try of this story? Interesting enough? I know it's a little short, but I wanted to get this out there before I continued the story. See if you can guess who the people are! Thanks for reading!
Skulblakahjarta, out.