Crack! Far down the lane, a lone figure appears, sullen-faced and dark. His hunched form heaved a great sigh and hurried down the deserted road in the dead of night. He reached a sorry looking cemetery, complete with rusted iron gates and tall statues of angels with missing noses. He spotted a tombstone, much larger than the others, and much more distinct. The man dropped to his knees, eyes blazing and hands trembling, in front of the odd tombstone. He submerged his greasy fingers into the cool, damp earth and began to dig.
After what seemed like hours, the man judged his efforts fruitless and magiked the rest of the dirt off the two matching coffins. He blasted the tops off the coffins with a flick of his wand and a silent spell. The coffins were empty.
The greasy man muttered under his breath, cursing his luck. Damn it, he thought. They aren't here.
He hastily replaced the lids on top of the empty coffins, magiked the dirt back on top of the grave, and stalked back down the lane. Once he reached his desired location, he vanished with a crack.
Cute little preview, if I do say so myself. I hope this peaks your interest a bit…but I do warn, I will get a bit dirty, since my friend and I are having a little contest about producing the nastiest HP fic…more to come, by the way! :3
