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Chapter 1: The Start of Something Evil
The ginger witch stuck her pale finger in a terracotta jar and when it emerged, pressed it against her forehead and cheeks, leaving marks.
A blood sacrifice, the dark wizard mused, watching from a shadow in the cemetery. There were three less confident 20-year-olds holding candles; a young man, and two young women.
The wizard had traveled all the way from England to Southern California upon hearing of a growing evil. He had been hiding since the War ended two years ago. His wife was killed by a disgusting blood-traitor. If she had let him fight at the battle, she would have been spared.
He watched the rest of the witch's group stare at her with apprehension. "Before time and after, before knowing and nothing." The witch emptied the terracotta of the remaining blood at the end of the grave they surrounded. "Accept our offering. Know our prayer." No sooner had the words left her mouth, did her arms fling out at her sides as though posessed. The dark wizard narrowed his eyes and he saw deeps cuts appear on the witch's forearms.
"Willow!" The young man on her right moved to help her.
"No!" The blonde across from him exclaimed, her eyes never leaving the ginger witch. "She told me she'd be tested. This-this is what's supposed to happen."
The wizard studied carefully, sure to memorize every last detail of the incantation. The sacrifice was upon completion when a low humming began. Moments later, the growls of motorcycles flooded the cemetery followed by the cries of some otherworldly beings.
He growled at the interruption, observing several demons circle the group. The three friends of the witch broke rank and huddled together near the trees that concealed him.
"We have to get to the magic shop. Now." The man stated with a shaky voice.
The wizard fled the cemetery as the ginger cried out. "Must be related to a Weasley." He muttered a locator spell to lead to the American's magic shop. Surely they had a book with the incantation.
A tiny ball of light emerged from his wand to lead the way. As he trudged on, more and more stores looked to have been ransacked, a few of them still in flames. The distant sound of sirens echoed throughout the streets.
He rounded a street corner to find at the end of the street tucked away was exactly what he was looking for. Strangely, it was one of the few stores untouched. A sign hung low with the words, The Magic Box. He almost let out a groan, fearing this would be a muggle magic shop filled with silly card tricks and herbs for love potions.
"Alohomora." He flicked his wand boredly and the door swung open. He peered in head first before tap dancing across the threshold. "Stupid muggles." He muttered, looking through the shelves of ingredients. He raised an eyebrow reading the tags, "Wolfsbane – 2 for $10″ and "Aconite Fluid – "$40 per bottle". He strolled past the rest when his eyes landed on the pile of books behind the counter.
The Black Chronicles lay open with a sticky note across the open page. Excitement swelled within him as the clear instructions were written on this single sticky note, with checkmarks next to the steps they had already accomplished.
A door slammed in the back of the shop and voices traveled into the room. He snatched the paper and pocketed it before ducking out of the store.
"I'll see you soon, my love."
A/N: I know this is short, but the next chapters will be longer. Bear with me. Hope you enjoy! Hermione will be coming soon!