This is a piece of fanfiction based upon events, Characters and settings
found in the Harry Potter books created by J.K. Rowling. It is advised that
there maybe some content in this E-Book, and any other books that may
follow, may contain Ideas and themes that may be unsuitable for persons
under the age of about ten (10). It may also contain some violence and
Sexual references. Coarce language will be kept to a minimum. It begins at
basically the same time as the forth Harry potter book, that being Harry
Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I have chosen not to focus on the main
characters of the book simply because there must be more adventures going
on at Hogwarts School of witch Craft and Wizardry than the Adventures of
Harry Potter and company. Due to the lack of relevance to my story I'm
leaving out accounts of the events, Namely the World Cup and the Triwizard
Tournament Challenges, with the possible exception of the second half of
the third challenge.
Signed,
Horus
The small town of Jindabyne sat at the edge of the lake after which it was named, or was it the other way round. No one knows how either got its name, as the lake was artificial and the town had existed long before the lake had been created. Some say that it was the original name of this place when it had been ocupied by the Aboriginies... But there was no such word in any dialect that the local people had spoken. Some say that it was the name of the Explorer who first discovered the area... But there was no record of who first discovered it after the Aboriginies. Many others think that it was the name of the first person to live there... but the original village had been drowned when they dammed the river and most of it had washed away into the Hydro-Electric power plant that supplied the Power and had been destroyed before anyone had the Idea of thinking why they named the place Jindabyne. And so they decided to erect a statue of a face less, Feature less man who they Named 'Jindabyne'.
The town now laid covered in snow being the middle of winter and the Ski season. The clouds hung low over the lake, if you can justify to yourself calling 1.8 kilometers above sea level low, Hanging in the air lazily with their burdensome layer of snow, traveling to the snow fields of the mountains who's highest peeks bordered the town. Though the actual snowfields were further along the mountains, a rough 20 kilometers from the town, this was the major centre for the New South Wales ski fields.
Jindy stared out the window of his bedroom and gazed at the snow clouds, Begging himself to get on with his holiday work from school so that he could relish in the pleasure of the Snowfields for the next two months. Jindy had been home from school for 3 days now and he had barly stepped outside his room so that he could have a homework free holidays, entirely free of worry and anxiety. Jindy had an unusually long holiday break for this area, as he did not go to school around the area. He didn't even attend school in his home country of Australia, but rather on the other side of the world, somewhere in either the north of england or the south of scotland. He wasn't sure because he didn't go to an ordinary school, he went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, arguably the greatest institute for magical education in the world.
Jindy had grown up in Jindabyne and had been raised by his Muggle (non magic people) parents. His father was Peter Campbell, a high ranking official at the managment office at the Perisher Blue Ski fields. His Mother was Magdalen Campbell and she was a General Practitioner, her surgery was at nuggets crossing, the major shopping centre of Jindabyne. He also had two sisters. Alexia was his oldest sister, she was 2 years older than him and was just about to go through her final year at loretto, a local girls boarding school. His other sister was named Louisa and they were twins, though they looked almost nothing alike, and she was attending loretto with Alexia.
When they were all together they lived in a very well apointed house that sat on the hillside behind the Snowline Caravan Park, overlooking the lake. It was a timber, two storied house that had a very natural feel about it and was painted a stormy blue with a darkish grey/blue out line to it. His parents had built the house 3 years after they were married, and on there first night sleeping in it had got slightly Inhebriated and called it ' The shack', though Jindy didn't know anything that looked less like a shack. There had been a restraunt next door that had been named El Rancho, but to keep with the times they had changed their name to 'The Ranch' and so now most people had decided to call 'The Shack', 'El Shacko' to stop them selves from becoming confused. Then again most of the people in town called him Budha because his friends thought they'd have good luck if they rubbed his stomach ( or what their was of one), so he generally didn't listen much to what the local people called stuff.
Jindie's full name was Jean Luc [ pronounced almost John Luke, but with a french slur on it ] Horus Campbell, though all his friends back in school called him 'Jindy' after his home town which he now gazed out over. As his thoughts flowed to school, though, he suddenly snapped out of the string of thought that had taken him so far from his work. He turned to his homework, which was an Essay for potions entitled 'Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble.' It had been set by one of his least favourite teachers, Professor Snape, who had said that they were to hand it in first day back and that those who miss interperated it would be given a silencing syrum that would stop them from talking for an entire week. Jindy had decided that it meant to explain the problem with this particular shakespearian scene, which was that they where saying an incantation while making a potion which was all wrong in reality.
Jindy Dotted every 'i' and crossed every 't' on his last line and then stretched out in the chair infront of his desk. Now that he had finished his Home work he could look forward to 8 weeks of total bliss. As he let his muscles relax and stretch out he gazed around his room. Simply by looking around his room you could tell that he was no ordinary teenage boy. One of his walls had many racks along it, and mounted upon them were different weapons that he had made himself [ As a note all weapons named are Klingon hand to hand combat weapons and all now have a fighting style that can be learnt if you know where to find somebody who has been taught. the weapons in the second sentence are Japanesse.]. He had a replica of the knife of Kirom, a Bat'telh, and a Mek'leth. As well as a khitana, a pair of si', a pair of gloves that had 2 large blades with backwards facing mandibles so that they stuck in whatever they hit mounted on each glove, and a Modified Bo [Quarter Staff]. Many of his friends would never come in to his room as they felt a shiver up there spine when they saw the weapons laid out on the wall like that, not that Jindy could blaim them.
He moved his gaze to the trunk at the foot of his bed which was half open, the lid jammed up buy the handle of his couldron. The trunk it self had five locks on it. Depending which lock you opened changed what you found in there. Lock 1 had all his school clothes, such as uniform, as well as his brand new Ravenclaw house Quiditch robes. Jindy had been chosen as the new Ravenclaw Keeper as the old one had just completed his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and Jindy had had plenty of experiance playing on the local team, 'The Jindabyne Grindylo's', or as they where better known as, 'the Jindylo's'. The management of the Jindylo's this year had stopped him from playing because of a new rule that was being enforced in the local grades. Under this new rule he became classified as an Imported player, which were only allowed to play in the senior leagues, and you had to stick to your age group unless there wasn't enough players for a team. So this year he was only allowed to train with the Jindylo's. The second lock opened his other clothes compartment. The third, which was opened now, contained all his school esentials, such as books and cauldron, as well as his personal library of books that had an extremly wide and assorted varriety of books. The forth contained mostly personal posetions, such as photos, memories, his broom stick, his guitar and his most prised possetion. His Cloaking suit [Makes you become Invisible].
The suit was sewn together from the coat of a creature that he had discovered in the rugged stitch behind Mount Blue Cow.He had found the first one dead, Impailed on a narrow tree stump and as he bent down to take a look at it he saw three more of the beasts appear, almost out of thin air. He had named them Perishers after the valley that ran off the stitch. Though the suit that he had made form the coat of the old male he had found dead wasn't as good as an invisibility cloak, it was the next best thing. The only problem was that when moving at high speeds, you are slightly visible, but more like you were a glass ghost.. The fifth one, for the moment anyway, was empty. When he'd retutn to hogwarts it would be full with the weapons that now hung on his wall. He hadn't yet opened the fifth lock at Hogwarts, and he hoped he never would have to, but you can never be over prepared.
He moved from his chair over to his bed and lay down his tired body and switched his radio on. After his first year at Hogwarts, Jindy had wanted to be able to keep up with the wizarding world... But he couldn't afford a subscription to either the English Daily Prophet, which costed extra for over seas deliveries and was always a day later than the day writen on the paper... Evan though Jindabyne was a bit less than a day infront of London, or the Australian Sorceres Herald, which was owned by the Daily prophet and had half the same articles anyway. So Jindy had bought a wizards wireless in Luceat [Pronounced 'Lew-che-art'] Square, the local Wizarding shopping Centre. He turned the dial to '4itch', the local Quiditch station and heard the last five minutes of the 'Super League' Match between the Thredbo Tunder Cats and the Charolettes Pass Centuars, it ended up being a 160 all draw.
He looked over at his ski gear, which had his new season pass for the chair lifts and Skitube hanging over his ski's. The best part about his dad working where he did was that he could get the season passes for free. Jindy decided that he'd head up to the slopes later on in the day or even go up there at night and make a few cuts. He now had 8 weeks ahead of him with no homework, no teachers, and most Importantly, no responsibility.
Jindy heard a slight tapping on the window, as though someone was throwing small pebbles at it, but he knew that it wasn't pebbles... the only people who gave a damb about him besides his family, half of which were away at school while the rest where at work, were in England. That left only one possibility... An owl.
Jindy got reluctantly up from his bed and crossed the room to the window, un latched it and let the eagle owl that was sitting on the sill outside climb in. It rushed in and then stopped just inside the room, shivering and shaking from the intence cold it had endured on its way over here. Jindy Recognised the owl as his friends, Padma Patil who he and his other friends called Orca because she didn't really like her real name. The owls name, on the other hand, was Posidon, and it had a letter tied to its leg:
'Dear Jindy,
I hope you had a good trip home, I've heard those Muggle planes can be terrible. My dad was able to reserve some tickets for the World cup for us, but he can't pay for yours because we "ran into a bit of
a financial slump" as my parents are saying, so basically we're the next best thing to flat broke. If you wan't to come, I'm afraid you'll have to pay your self but we can get you into our box. Dad say's you can pay at the gate if you decide to come, so just send Posidon back with a reply.'
Orcas dad was quiditch mad, and had probably worked 12 hours a day and not eaten in a month to make up the money for the family to get a box. The Quiditch World Cup is one Event that he wasnt going to miss. He read further on into the letter.
'I had to borrow Nostredames off Parvati to send letters to Elvis and Bengal, so could you please be nice to her when you see her... After all I know you'll be coming, unless your flat broke. I asked my parents if you could stay with us after the World Cup because term starts a week or so afterwards, we can't say because it's been known to go on for weeks before. Dad said sure, he'd love to have another guy 'round the house for a change, but mum said a very stern no and looked rather shocked and amazed that i'd sujested it. I don't know why. Oh well, the cups in six weeks so could you send an owl back realy soon... Bye.
Orca.'
He put the letter down on his stomach, thinking as he lay on his bed. Although Orca didn't know this, one of his deepest wishes was that there was something between them, as her mother seemed to think. Most nights he'd fall asleep thinking of it, imagining her perfect face, Lucious lips, and now in recent times her near perfect curves. Her voice was like a drug, and her thoughts were an Aphrodisiac. Then he'd wake up the next morning and then the same thought would pop into his head." Get your hand off it Jindy, She'll never think of you in that way so I don't know why you keep thinking of her like that." And most of the time the thought would win. Sobred up in thought, Jindy grabbed a piece of parchment and his quill and wrestled with his mind as to what he should write. the first thought that came in was not something he thought he should write to her." To bad I can't stay, Being a pure blood you wouldn't know what a muggle spy camera would look like," didn't sound like the thing that would come off best with her. Then a better Idea came into his head. He scrumaged in his trunk for his bottle of Think ink that he had bought at Luceat Square. He started his note in normal ink
'To whom it may concern,
On the Night of june the 30th, Quantas flight DJ 206 was attacked by Terrorists and shot down. All aboard perished. We are sorry for your loss.'
Marveling at his own sick sence of humor he opened his bottle of Think Ink. The Ink had a charm on it that stopped the reader from seeing it until they read a word in the orginal note that had been written over with the Think Ink. He wrote over the word 'Perished' with a different quill that he dipped in the Think Ink and then kept writing.
' I'm just messing with yah. Sorry if you got a bit scared or started to cry or something. Not that you would cry over me. I can....'
Now that he tought about it, he wasn't sure if he could go, He knew his parents wouldn't mind... as long as he could use a port key to get there, they were pretty well off but they couldn't aford another airfare to and from England.
' ... come, but as long as I can use a port key to get there. I'm sure you'll get out of the slump, just hang in there. No offence but even if you could put me up for the last two weeks of the Holidays, I couldn't accept. Thats when the third term Holidays are here in Australia and not only would I feel gutted if I didn't get to see my sisters these holidays but I'd also be skinned alive. Besides, I've got some of the greatest snow in the southern Hemisphere less than 20 k's ( about 13.5 miles for you guys) from my house, so I'll have plenty to do. If we can, could we meat up earlier so I can see you on your birthday. I'll see you later. Please owl me all the travel info. Bye.
Jindy.'
The Icing on the cake for yet another Great holidays.Jindy folded the parchment and then rolled it around Posidons leg and tied it up so that there was no way he could drop it. He carried him over to the window and stroked the owls feathers. Gazing intently at the bird, he told it the thing that he always hated about the owl." You know I envy you, Your the main man in the life of my dream girl. Take care of her for me will ya," and then the bird flew off. As Jindy walked back to his bed, he noticed that he felt a bit groggy, so he decided to go to the bathroom and drown his head in some extreamly cold water for a few seconds so he could wake up. As he pulled his head out of the sink full of Icy water, he stared at himself in the mirror and gave himself a look over. All though he couldn't see it in the mirror, his body tended towards the muscley, though not heavly muscular he was not to be taken lightly in a fight, except if he was havinng a fight with malfoy... Then he'd have to take on Malfoy's two bouncers, Crabbe and Goyle.
Being very tall ( about 6'3".) he had to lean on the bathroom sink to see his hair in the mirror. It was a dark Brown verging on black, and had grown out of control since he started at hogwarts, due to the absence of a Barber, and now his fringe came down to just under his nose, though his hair tended to cling to his neck at the back before it would end in a slight whirl, and it never reached past a point just below his chin. He was kind of glad he had such long hair as it covered his long ears that would folow the contours of his head like they were pinned back. His eyes were a bluey grey colour at the moment, though when he was angry or severly depressed they'd turn black. As he looked back at the mirror he saw the slight gradient in his eyes that left a yellow ring around the pupils. The last thing he looked at in the mirror was the large, slightly wedged, scar that ran over his right eye. It served as a reminder of a Skiing accident he had been in a few weeks before his first year at hogwarts.
He went back to his bed and started to go over the letter he had recieved in his head. It was true, as Orca had said, that he didn't really like her sister that much. Parvati tended to be alot more materialistic than Orca and never really thought about the here and now. She always looked at the future, and had done so much crystal ball gazing that when ever Jindy saw her now he could swear that her eyes had little whisps of mist floating through them. She was nothing compared to Orca.
Orca had eyes that where so beutiful that you could get lost in them without the assistance of the smoke. She had a certain ruggedness about her that was intoxicating, she thought of scars as trophies and not just ugly reminders. Parvati would always glare and begin to look distainfully at the scar when she saw it. He had a fealing that she thought he had tried to imitate Harry Potters, almost trademark, scar. But if Orca wanted him to be nice to Parvati... He would.
Prelude Chapter 2
Signed,
Horus
The small town of Jindabyne sat at the edge of the lake after which it was named, or was it the other way round. No one knows how either got its name, as the lake was artificial and the town had existed long before the lake had been created. Some say that it was the original name of this place when it had been ocupied by the Aboriginies... But there was no such word in any dialect that the local people had spoken. Some say that it was the name of the Explorer who first discovered the area... But there was no record of who first discovered it after the Aboriginies. Many others think that it was the name of the first person to live there... but the original village had been drowned when they dammed the river and most of it had washed away into the Hydro-Electric power plant that supplied the Power and had been destroyed before anyone had the Idea of thinking why they named the place Jindabyne. And so they decided to erect a statue of a face less, Feature less man who they Named 'Jindabyne'.
The town now laid covered in snow being the middle of winter and the Ski season. The clouds hung low over the lake, if you can justify to yourself calling 1.8 kilometers above sea level low, Hanging in the air lazily with their burdensome layer of snow, traveling to the snow fields of the mountains who's highest peeks bordered the town. Though the actual snowfields were further along the mountains, a rough 20 kilometers from the town, this was the major centre for the New South Wales ski fields.
Jindy stared out the window of his bedroom and gazed at the snow clouds, Begging himself to get on with his holiday work from school so that he could relish in the pleasure of the Snowfields for the next two months. Jindy had been home from school for 3 days now and he had barly stepped outside his room so that he could have a homework free holidays, entirely free of worry and anxiety. Jindy had an unusually long holiday break for this area, as he did not go to school around the area. He didn't even attend school in his home country of Australia, but rather on the other side of the world, somewhere in either the north of england or the south of scotland. He wasn't sure because he didn't go to an ordinary school, he went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, arguably the greatest institute for magical education in the world.
Jindy had grown up in Jindabyne and had been raised by his Muggle (non magic people) parents. His father was Peter Campbell, a high ranking official at the managment office at the Perisher Blue Ski fields. His Mother was Magdalen Campbell and she was a General Practitioner, her surgery was at nuggets crossing, the major shopping centre of Jindabyne. He also had two sisters. Alexia was his oldest sister, she was 2 years older than him and was just about to go through her final year at loretto, a local girls boarding school. His other sister was named Louisa and they were twins, though they looked almost nothing alike, and she was attending loretto with Alexia.
When they were all together they lived in a very well apointed house that sat on the hillside behind the Snowline Caravan Park, overlooking the lake. It was a timber, two storied house that had a very natural feel about it and was painted a stormy blue with a darkish grey/blue out line to it. His parents had built the house 3 years after they were married, and on there first night sleeping in it had got slightly Inhebriated and called it ' The shack', though Jindy didn't know anything that looked less like a shack. There had been a restraunt next door that had been named El Rancho, but to keep with the times they had changed their name to 'The Ranch' and so now most people had decided to call 'The Shack', 'El Shacko' to stop them selves from becoming confused. Then again most of the people in town called him Budha because his friends thought they'd have good luck if they rubbed his stomach ( or what their was of one), so he generally didn't listen much to what the local people called stuff.
Jindie's full name was Jean Luc [ pronounced almost John Luke, but with a french slur on it ] Horus Campbell, though all his friends back in school called him 'Jindy' after his home town which he now gazed out over. As his thoughts flowed to school, though, he suddenly snapped out of the string of thought that had taken him so far from his work. He turned to his homework, which was an Essay for potions entitled 'Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble.' It had been set by one of his least favourite teachers, Professor Snape, who had said that they were to hand it in first day back and that those who miss interperated it would be given a silencing syrum that would stop them from talking for an entire week. Jindy had decided that it meant to explain the problem with this particular shakespearian scene, which was that they where saying an incantation while making a potion which was all wrong in reality.
Jindy Dotted every 'i' and crossed every 't' on his last line and then stretched out in the chair infront of his desk. Now that he had finished his Home work he could look forward to 8 weeks of total bliss. As he let his muscles relax and stretch out he gazed around his room. Simply by looking around his room you could tell that he was no ordinary teenage boy. One of his walls had many racks along it, and mounted upon them were different weapons that he had made himself [ As a note all weapons named are Klingon hand to hand combat weapons and all now have a fighting style that can be learnt if you know where to find somebody who has been taught. the weapons in the second sentence are Japanesse.]. He had a replica of the knife of Kirom, a Bat'telh, and a Mek'leth. As well as a khitana, a pair of si', a pair of gloves that had 2 large blades with backwards facing mandibles so that they stuck in whatever they hit mounted on each glove, and a Modified Bo [Quarter Staff]. Many of his friends would never come in to his room as they felt a shiver up there spine when they saw the weapons laid out on the wall like that, not that Jindy could blaim them.
He moved his gaze to the trunk at the foot of his bed which was half open, the lid jammed up buy the handle of his couldron. The trunk it self had five locks on it. Depending which lock you opened changed what you found in there. Lock 1 had all his school clothes, such as uniform, as well as his brand new Ravenclaw house Quiditch robes. Jindy had been chosen as the new Ravenclaw Keeper as the old one had just completed his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and Jindy had had plenty of experiance playing on the local team, 'The Jindabyne Grindylo's', or as they where better known as, 'the Jindylo's'. The management of the Jindylo's this year had stopped him from playing because of a new rule that was being enforced in the local grades. Under this new rule he became classified as an Imported player, which were only allowed to play in the senior leagues, and you had to stick to your age group unless there wasn't enough players for a team. So this year he was only allowed to train with the Jindylo's. The second lock opened his other clothes compartment. The third, which was opened now, contained all his school esentials, such as books and cauldron, as well as his personal library of books that had an extremly wide and assorted varriety of books. The forth contained mostly personal posetions, such as photos, memories, his broom stick, his guitar and his most prised possetion. His Cloaking suit [Makes you become Invisible].
The suit was sewn together from the coat of a creature that he had discovered in the rugged stitch behind Mount Blue Cow.He had found the first one dead, Impailed on a narrow tree stump and as he bent down to take a look at it he saw three more of the beasts appear, almost out of thin air. He had named them Perishers after the valley that ran off the stitch. Though the suit that he had made form the coat of the old male he had found dead wasn't as good as an invisibility cloak, it was the next best thing. The only problem was that when moving at high speeds, you are slightly visible, but more like you were a glass ghost.. The fifth one, for the moment anyway, was empty. When he'd retutn to hogwarts it would be full with the weapons that now hung on his wall. He hadn't yet opened the fifth lock at Hogwarts, and he hoped he never would have to, but you can never be over prepared.
He moved from his chair over to his bed and lay down his tired body and switched his radio on. After his first year at Hogwarts, Jindy had wanted to be able to keep up with the wizarding world... But he couldn't afford a subscription to either the English Daily Prophet, which costed extra for over seas deliveries and was always a day later than the day writen on the paper... Evan though Jindabyne was a bit less than a day infront of London, or the Australian Sorceres Herald, which was owned by the Daily prophet and had half the same articles anyway. So Jindy had bought a wizards wireless in Luceat [Pronounced 'Lew-che-art'] Square, the local Wizarding shopping Centre. He turned the dial to '4itch', the local Quiditch station and heard the last five minutes of the 'Super League' Match between the Thredbo Tunder Cats and the Charolettes Pass Centuars, it ended up being a 160 all draw.
He looked over at his ski gear, which had his new season pass for the chair lifts and Skitube hanging over his ski's. The best part about his dad working where he did was that he could get the season passes for free. Jindy decided that he'd head up to the slopes later on in the day or even go up there at night and make a few cuts. He now had 8 weeks ahead of him with no homework, no teachers, and most Importantly, no responsibility.
Jindy heard a slight tapping on the window, as though someone was throwing small pebbles at it, but he knew that it wasn't pebbles... the only people who gave a damb about him besides his family, half of which were away at school while the rest where at work, were in England. That left only one possibility... An owl.
Jindy got reluctantly up from his bed and crossed the room to the window, un latched it and let the eagle owl that was sitting on the sill outside climb in. It rushed in and then stopped just inside the room, shivering and shaking from the intence cold it had endured on its way over here. Jindy Recognised the owl as his friends, Padma Patil who he and his other friends called Orca because she didn't really like her real name. The owls name, on the other hand, was Posidon, and it had a letter tied to its leg:
'Dear Jindy,
I hope you had a good trip home, I've heard those Muggle planes can be terrible. My dad was able to reserve some tickets for the World cup for us, but he can't pay for yours because we "ran into a bit of
a financial slump" as my parents are saying, so basically we're the next best thing to flat broke. If you wan't to come, I'm afraid you'll have to pay your self but we can get you into our box. Dad say's you can pay at the gate if you decide to come, so just send Posidon back with a reply.'
Orcas dad was quiditch mad, and had probably worked 12 hours a day and not eaten in a month to make up the money for the family to get a box. The Quiditch World Cup is one Event that he wasnt going to miss. He read further on into the letter.
'I had to borrow Nostredames off Parvati to send letters to Elvis and Bengal, so could you please be nice to her when you see her... After all I know you'll be coming, unless your flat broke. I asked my parents if you could stay with us after the World Cup because term starts a week or so afterwards, we can't say because it's been known to go on for weeks before. Dad said sure, he'd love to have another guy 'round the house for a change, but mum said a very stern no and looked rather shocked and amazed that i'd sujested it. I don't know why. Oh well, the cups in six weeks so could you send an owl back realy soon... Bye.
Orca.'
He put the letter down on his stomach, thinking as he lay on his bed. Although Orca didn't know this, one of his deepest wishes was that there was something between them, as her mother seemed to think. Most nights he'd fall asleep thinking of it, imagining her perfect face, Lucious lips, and now in recent times her near perfect curves. Her voice was like a drug, and her thoughts were an Aphrodisiac. Then he'd wake up the next morning and then the same thought would pop into his head." Get your hand off it Jindy, She'll never think of you in that way so I don't know why you keep thinking of her like that." And most of the time the thought would win. Sobred up in thought, Jindy grabbed a piece of parchment and his quill and wrestled with his mind as to what he should write. the first thought that came in was not something he thought he should write to her." To bad I can't stay, Being a pure blood you wouldn't know what a muggle spy camera would look like," didn't sound like the thing that would come off best with her. Then a better Idea came into his head. He scrumaged in his trunk for his bottle of Think ink that he had bought at Luceat Square. He started his note in normal ink
'To whom it may concern,
On the Night of june the 30th, Quantas flight DJ 206 was attacked by Terrorists and shot down. All aboard perished. We are sorry for your loss.'
Marveling at his own sick sence of humor he opened his bottle of Think Ink. The Ink had a charm on it that stopped the reader from seeing it until they read a word in the orginal note that had been written over with the Think Ink. He wrote over the word 'Perished' with a different quill that he dipped in the Think Ink and then kept writing.
' I'm just messing with yah. Sorry if you got a bit scared or started to cry or something. Not that you would cry over me. I can....'
Now that he tought about it, he wasn't sure if he could go, He knew his parents wouldn't mind... as long as he could use a port key to get there, they were pretty well off but they couldn't aford another airfare to and from England.
' ... come, but as long as I can use a port key to get there. I'm sure you'll get out of the slump, just hang in there. No offence but even if you could put me up for the last two weeks of the Holidays, I couldn't accept. Thats when the third term Holidays are here in Australia and not only would I feel gutted if I didn't get to see my sisters these holidays but I'd also be skinned alive. Besides, I've got some of the greatest snow in the southern Hemisphere less than 20 k's ( about 13.5 miles for you guys) from my house, so I'll have plenty to do. If we can, could we meat up earlier so I can see you on your birthday. I'll see you later. Please owl me all the travel info. Bye.
Jindy.'
The Icing on the cake for yet another Great holidays.Jindy folded the parchment and then rolled it around Posidons leg and tied it up so that there was no way he could drop it. He carried him over to the window and stroked the owls feathers. Gazing intently at the bird, he told it the thing that he always hated about the owl." You know I envy you, Your the main man in the life of my dream girl. Take care of her for me will ya," and then the bird flew off. As Jindy walked back to his bed, he noticed that he felt a bit groggy, so he decided to go to the bathroom and drown his head in some extreamly cold water for a few seconds so he could wake up. As he pulled his head out of the sink full of Icy water, he stared at himself in the mirror and gave himself a look over. All though he couldn't see it in the mirror, his body tended towards the muscley, though not heavly muscular he was not to be taken lightly in a fight, except if he was havinng a fight with malfoy... Then he'd have to take on Malfoy's two bouncers, Crabbe and Goyle.
Being very tall ( about 6'3".) he had to lean on the bathroom sink to see his hair in the mirror. It was a dark Brown verging on black, and had grown out of control since he started at hogwarts, due to the absence of a Barber, and now his fringe came down to just under his nose, though his hair tended to cling to his neck at the back before it would end in a slight whirl, and it never reached past a point just below his chin. He was kind of glad he had such long hair as it covered his long ears that would folow the contours of his head like they were pinned back. His eyes were a bluey grey colour at the moment, though when he was angry or severly depressed they'd turn black. As he looked back at the mirror he saw the slight gradient in his eyes that left a yellow ring around the pupils. The last thing he looked at in the mirror was the large, slightly wedged, scar that ran over his right eye. It served as a reminder of a Skiing accident he had been in a few weeks before his first year at hogwarts.
He went back to his bed and started to go over the letter he had recieved in his head. It was true, as Orca had said, that he didn't really like her sister that much. Parvati tended to be alot more materialistic than Orca and never really thought about the here and now. She always looked at the future, and had done so much crystal ball gazing that when ever Jindy saw her now he could swear that her eyes had little whisps of mist floating through them. She was nothing compared to Orca.
Orca had eyes that where so beutiful that you could get lost in them without the assistance of the smoke. She had a certain ruggedness about her that was intoxicating, she thought of scars as trophies and not just ugly reminders. Parvati would always glare and begin to look distainfully at the scar when she saw it. He had a fealing that she thought he had tried to imitate Harry Potters, almost trademark, scar. But if Orca wanted him to be nice to Parvati... He would.
Prelude Chapter 2