Disclaimer: I Don't Own It. JK Does. Really, She Does.
Title: Time and other Truths
Summary: In Which a Time-Turner Breaks and Life gets a little more interesting.
Warnings: AU/AR, MWPP Era, Vaguely Cannon, OOC Snape, Character Death, Bad Dumbly, Good Moody, Language.
Chapter Notes: In which there is a cold dark night and a story begins.
Author Notes: Short. Very short. I will try to make future chapters longer.
Key
Speech : "you're my best friend notepad"
Spells : Stupefy
Thought : 'notepad hates me'
SFX : *BOOM*
Writing : Once upon a time...
Memory : ~ "because notepad is bratty" ~
Page Breaks: -TaoT-
The Creatures of the Forbidden Forest paused in anticipation as a black clothed figure darted across the empty grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry toward the large willow tree swaying in feigned innocence at the forests edge. The figure held a scrap of aged parchment in his left hand and a goblet filled with a smoking violent green liquid in the other. He looked down at the parchment once again still unable to believe that what he was seeing was the truth. 'He's still there, damn.'
Despite the worn and aged condition of the parchment the black ink was still dark and fresh. Flowing across the top of the parchment in neat script were the words, Messer's Moony Wormtail Padfoot & Prongs Proudly Present; The Marauders' Map. And on this map was the Castle Hogwarts and her grounds along with the Village of Hogsmeade more specifically the infamous Shrieking Shack. The significances of which the man had known for years.
The man looked up at the cloudy night sky and took in a deep fortifying breath before looking down to the chalice in his right hand, a scowl marring his face. He rolled up the map slipping it into one of him many robe pockets and began to search the ground for something. A few moments later the man made a noise of triumph as he picked up a long broken tree branch for one of the forests many NON-violent trees. He returned to the willow edging towards the tree with the broken branch stretched towards it.
When the man had gotten within arms reach of the tree its many branches began to suddenly swing and thrust violently out at him. The force of its limbs guaranteed to kill any who came too close. The wind caused by the willows violence caused the mans robes to flutter giving him the look of a crow or bat in flight, but the man continued undaunted towards the thrashing willow. The tree just as suddenly stilled as was finally able to press a knot at the base of the tree with the branch he had collected earlier. The man moved toward the trunk of the willow as a portion of the tree fell away to reveal a passageway.
Upon lowering himself inside the passageway the man noticed a trail of disturbed dirt leading further down the passageway. Pulling out his wand the man quietly said Lumos lighting the tunnel with soft white light. Taking in the dirt walls and root covered ceiling the man felt a sickening rush of stale fear and remembered terror causing the light of his wand to flicker and dim over the shadowed path. Taking another deep breath the man began walking quietly down the tunnel.