I'm in the middle no where for the summer! That's not dramatic phrase either. Drive 45 minutes down a highway to a junction with a big dirt road. Drive down that dirt road for an hour and a half and then you're arrived!( You also have to drive 12 hours north of the Canada/America border to get to the highway you drive 45 minutes down. lol) I have plenty of time to hang around and be a bum.
I decided it's high time I start working on that plot idea I had months ago!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Not being paid for this story. and I don't have a British accent.
It was just another day at the office as Hermione entered the door that led to her project area.
The silence was something she had become accustomed to, there was never any noise inside the chamber that held the veil.
Hermione stood in her Department of Mysteries robes facing the dreaded archway, the centerpiece in an otherwise large empty room.
Throughout the year she performed various tests during days of particular magical importance or on days that corresponded with the fall of recorded victims.
Today like many other days she stood in this room that held so many memories.
Was it really fifteen years ago, sometimes it felt like yesterday. The first time she reentered the room was very overwhelming, even now if she didn't keep her wits about her she would daydream and remember that fateful day.
Pulling a rock from her ever present briefcase she pointed her wand and muttered "Avis".
The small rock transformed into a little canary that happily twittered on her hand, a quick flick and "Incarcerous" and there was a string tied onto it's leg.
Moving to within four feet of the veil she performed an complicated enchantment which represented itself as a glowing glyph floating in the air. A smoky image that disappeared as if blown away by a hidden wind.
She waited a moment and tossed the little bird through, holding onto the string she had attached to it.
"one."
"two."
"three."
"four."
"five."
She counted aloud watching the string stay aloft, this had never occurred before.
Eyes bright with hope she slowly began to pull the string, retracting the little bird from where ever it had gone.
Slowly, inch by inch, she tugged the string when suddenly it dropped to the ground.
As in many other of her experiments the end was the same, but it wasn't a complete failure. There had been a connection, however brief. Maybe one day she would be able to bring life back from the other side.
Well there's your little teaser of a first chapter. Let me know what you think!
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