Disclaimer : I DON'T own Harry Potter. Although I wish I did ;-)
Two men stood on the edge of the crevasse. The snows of the Himalayas swirled and eddied around them. But the violence of the snow and wind was nothing compared to the argument between the two men.
"Listen to me Vikram", said one "you cannot risk your life for something that does not concern us. This Dark Lord belongs to a country halfway across the globe, He is not our problem". The blinding sun reflected off his bald head as he looked pleadingly at his brother, wishing to the powers above that he would see sense, but even as he finished speaking he new it was no good.
"When does it become our problem Ravi? When he tries to take over the world? I'm sorry Ravi but when I joined the obsidian order, I swore to fight the dark forces, wherever the may be. Surely you havent forgotten?", said Vikram, his dark hair whipping about his face. Ravi flinched.How could he forget? He was reminded of it every time he looked at Vikram's face. Instead of eyes, Obsidian stone stared back at him, the runic symbols glowing bright red in his anger. Ravi sighed. He knew that he had lost this conversation. "No", he whispered, "Just be careful."
Vikram's sholders relaxed and the runic symbols turned into a gentle white as his anger seeped away. "Trust me. I will", he replied.
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Harry Potter lay on his bed at Pivet Drive, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts in turmoil, How am I going to destroy Voldemort... He's too strong... what do I do... where can I go... Horcruxes... Dumbledore... Ginny... Sirius... Malfoy... Ron... Hermione... Cedric... Snape... Dumbledore... Ginny... Ginny... Ginny... DAMN!. He sighed. His thoughts always ended up circling towards her. He loved her, he knew that now and she loved him, he felt that. He felt a flame of anger burst up in his chest at Voldemort, for ruining the one thing that had given him true happieness in his entire miserable life. One day, He promised himself. One day he will destroy that insect and return to her arms . It was a silent prayer, a prayer he repeated every day, hoping that it would become true. But what if she found someone else? What if she didn't want him anymore? What would he do then? Love and Fear and want and anger and loneliness and hate and determination and hunger and tiredness all warred against each other as Harry sank into an uneasy sleep.
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Janice was bored. She had only a few more hours before her shift at the international portkey office ended and she was then hoping to sneak of to a nice warm mug of Butterbeer at the leaky cauldron. She looked down at her schedule. Only one more portkey was scheduled to arrive today. That too from India. Who would want to visit Englad during these troubled times?. She was interested to see who would be arriving. Indian wizards were reputed to be a mysterious lot. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the clock announcing the arrival of a portkey. 5...4...3...2...1...HERE!. "Half past three from Kanark." She said making a note on her parchment. She looked up at who had arrived.Mmmm... Nice!, she thought. The man's head shot up in surprise, as though he had heard her. That was when she noticed that he was wearing glasses. Dark glasses so that she could not see his eyes. He was dressed in entirely in black, a black shirt and trousers followed by a black cape with silver fastenings. His wand was secreted along his right hand. He was wearing a leather belt which seemed to contain small throw knives and small potion bottles. What really caught her intrest were two daggers attached to either end of his belt and a short sword attached to his leg. He looks so dangerous... Dangerous and Sexy!, she thought. The man grinned. Oh Shit, can he read my mind?, she panicked. Before she could think of anything else, she saw Percy Weasley run up to him and say "Welcome to England, Mr. Dhameja, I am Percy Weasley. The minister has been awaiting you". She watched as the man said something in return and follow Weasley out. He must be a dark wizard catcher. You-know-who must be winning if the minister was bringing in outside help. She shivered. Her thought turned towards a face. A face with shocking emerald eyes, unruly black hair and a lightning bolt scar. Is that boy truly the chosen one? Will he save out World?
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Vikram grinned as he
sensed the thoughts of the blonde woman at the desk. So, Dangerous
and sexy, am I? He willed his eyes to scan her aura. She was
essentially good, a little simple-minded, not too bright and at
present lonely and bored. He saw a tall man walk at furious pace
towards him. His bright red hair reminded him of William Weasely. He
wondered if they were related. On hearing his introduction, his
suspicion was confirmed. Scanning his aura, Vikram found a loyal and
good soul in agony, bound and fettered by ambition and a deep
desperate desire to be someone everyone else looked up to.
If he
and Bill were brothers then they were almost as far apart as he and
Ravi were. He wondered how Bill was. That curse breaker broke more
women's hearts than tomb's curses when he had come to India a few
years back. He wondered if Bill had finally settled down. He would
have to look him up as soon as he could. He caught the image in
blonde woman's mind as he left. Ah! Harry Potter! We have much
work to do together Mr. Potter, He thought to himself. Much to
do...
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Author's Note : This fic doesen't contain much Harry/Ginny stuff. Except maybe a few flashbacks and dreams. But, it is a prequel to the next fic which I swear will be so full of shipping moments that you'll probably end up being sick of it.
