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The Darkest Hour
A few years after the war…Lord Voldemort is finally dead, but his legacy goes on. Tim Zalder a fresh new evil has risen and he tries to regather the Death Eaters. He is after only one thing and that is what stopped Lord Voldemort in his tracks. Harry Potter…The Darkest Hour is near and it will dawn over the entire magical society…
New Characters:
Tim Zalder- A dark lord that tries to recollect the members of Lord Voldemort's Guild to rise again as the new Dark Lord.
Misha Firesong- Tim Zalder's daughter that does not want to be involved with any of his evil schemes. She works as a healer at St. Mungo's, has extraordinary talents. She is terrified of her father for many reasons and can barely even look at him.
People that don't really have a major role in the story…
Terrance Embers
Detective Swinn
Old Characters:
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Ron Weasley
Ginny Weasley
Death Eaters
Draco Malfoy
Parents…
The Darkest Hour
Chapter One
The dim light from the candles filtered throughout the room. A man facing the fireplace smiled a slim grin as he felt another breeze blow into the room from the open window. The lights flickered, he didn't even take the slightest notice. He kept staring at the fireplace. A young woman appeared out of the flames. Her golden hair and her blue eyes shone in the light of the fire.
"Embers, my dear, have you got it?" he grimly said.
"Yes, master I have…" She threw a small package at him. He smiled grim, and caught it.
"Embers, foolish much! Never throw a package this precious!" He flipped out his wand, the woman's eyes widening, and she disappeared before he could blast a spell at her. He mumbled angered by this act and opened the small bundle of paper. He laughed a cruel disturbing laugh as he read the pieces of parchment. There lie an address, to a certain someone's house.
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Misha stood outside under a sugar maple tree. It was a dark peaceful night. She smelled the air and there was a faint aroma of roses. She smiled and felt the breeze blow, and dance within her caramel colored hair. Another breeze blew but there was a slightly chilling factor even though it was warm. She shook in fear and tried to create a calming, peaceful place once again.
She suddenly felt a burning pain within her eye, and ran inside to check her eyes. She went to the bathroom and looked in her small mirror. Her green eyes were fine, only for the faint small white scar on her right eye. She had this happen to her often from the scar but it never hurt this much.
She shut the shutters on a window that had suddenly sprang open from the violent winds outside. She sat down at her small dining table, trying to ignore the pain. She started opening her owl mail. She opened a letter and it said:
Dear Ms. Firesong,
We are pleased to say that you have been chosen to go on a small journey to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where you will be teaching a small course on potions. Since, you are a healer at St. Mungo's you may leave whenever you are pleased for work or other emergencies. This course will last a remainder of three to five weeks where you will hand your position over to a permanent teacher.
Sincerely,
Headmaster McGonagall
She was puzzled by this letter and set it aside because she had never applied for a teaching position at a school. She had never gone to Hogwarts and she did not know the customs or the terms for teachers there. She shook her head in confusion.
She looked at the other letters but they were just junk mail. She threw them away with pleasure. She started to sort through her paperwork for tomorrow's day at work. She yawned feeling slightly tired, but that was no surprise. It suddenly felt awkwardly cold around the room. The atmosphere suddenly turned slightly dreary. The small glass candle sconces along her walls flickered from the breeze. The window shutters broke open again and she suddenly jumped abruptly out of her chair in fright. She quickly went to close them. She latched the shutters tight this time, and turned to go back to her work when a man was sitting in her chair where she had bee working.
He was young and smiled a dull grin, but she knew he was old in his heart. She gave him a mean glare. His thin lips smirked at her in laughter.
"Oh, my. Precious…Is that how you treat your father?" He hissed.
"Zalder, you may be my biological father but, you are no real father of mine!" She yelled at him. He lifted his finger and made a small motion in the air. She screamed, her right eye was stinging in agonizing pain. She held it as she fell to the floor.
"That is no way to speak to your father…" He hissed once again. He walked around her and lifted her chin he gazed at her through her watering green eyes. "Foolish girl.." He let her head drop and all he could she was her mangled brown hair. "Join me, and you will suffer no more pain! You will get everything you desire. You…" But her mumbles interrupted him.
"No matter how hard you try…I will not join a black-hearted beast even for my freedom nor will I ever accept him as a father." She mumbled through her tears. Zalder looked at her with curiosity and was angered by this comment.
"No matter. A father will always be a father whether you accept him or not." He laughed trying to get this disturbing comment off his chest. She has grown into a woman perhaps, but she is the key to launching his plan. He had to ungrueling murder Harry Potter and all of his friends. No matter what the costs.
She saw the pool of tears she had made but never looked up until Zalder had apparated. She suddenly felt, heart-broken in such a way that she didn't feel loved. She hadn't found it in other words, her life was a twisting tangled life waiting to be unfolded, but that isn't even the beginning. Her adventure lies ahead of her, where destiny will play a role several times through the moments that pass.