The Darkness Inside.
By
Kyle Cunningham
Disclaimer:
All characters used in this book, unless from the continuity of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series, are copyright Kyle Cunningham. All use of character from the Harry Potter series is for purely fictional purposes. The author of this work takes no responsibility or claim to these characters. This is a non-profit, non-commercial work.
Prolog.
Within the darkness, something stirred. It had not been awoken for some time, and was curious as to why it had been so now. It surely was not time. Was it? Was the crossing of the worlds to happen now? Or soon. Yes, soon. Very soon, in fact. The thing could smell it. It raised its head and gave an unearthly howl. "Come my brethren! Let us meet our destiny!"
Harry groaned, sitting up in the warm and comfortable bed, the cold of early morning striking his face and upper body. What had awoken him? Hands. Who's hands? A woman's hands. Who was the woman? And then it all clicked. "Morning, harry," said Hermione. "Oh, god. Did we…" She nodded. "We did." "And then…" "Yes, harry. Everything you remember from last night is true." "Even the…" "Yes, even the strawberry's." Harry groaned again. Haven't I got work?" "It's Sunday." "Sunday?" "Yes, harry. Sunday." "Oh good. I'll just be going back to sleep then, shall I?" Hermione shook her head. "I was thinking more along the lines of breakfast-" Before she could say more, an evil grin had crept over Harry's face and he sprung up, reaching for Hermione's neck.
Meanwhile, in another dimension all together, Luca, Makaiyla and Vensk, their fairy maid, were being hunted down by some kyropites. "You see," said Luca as he cast a fire freezing spell, "The little buggers don't like it when I cast freezing spells at them. So I thought – Frendious morta! – That I'd just see what happened if I said the words freeze fire in the old tongue. Works wonders!" He jumped, span, and caught three of them with a rather violent backlash of his spell. The result was that they melted. "Well. Never done that before," he said. Makaiyla grinned as she whirled around, her sword striking five of the small fiery creatures and slicing them clean in half. "I best you by two, I believe." She smiled smugly as the last of the creatures dropped to the floor. Luca glanced around. "Hay, where's vensk?" Makaiyla looked in alarm at wear the tiny fairy had been mere moments before. "Vensk? Vensk! Vuh-" Suddenly, she was cut off as she saw what had attracted the little creatures attention. A wide circle of light, hung in the air. There was no other way to describe it. It hung, and pulsed with an ethereal green glow. "What the hell is that?" Makaiyla asked, sounding slightly alarmed. "Vensk not know," replyed the small fairy. "But it has magic. Powerful magic. But magic not of this world. Magic of no world." "Well," said luca, "There's only one way to find out what something is." Makaiyla nodded, and took Vensk by the hand. Luca stepped up beside her, taking her other hand and squeezing gently. "Argurous!" all three yelled, and stepped through the circle of green light.
A/N. Are you enjoying so far? I hope so. Updates may be infrequent as I have examinations and the like coming up in the very near future. I promise not to abandon it though!
Just as a side note, Makaiyla is actually pronounced Mah Kay Lah. I'm just saying because I was confused when the idea was put to me.
Another side note, the old tongue is a language not dissimilar to latin in its structure etc, and you'll be seeing a lot more of it throughout the book. Argurous means together.