October 31st 2001
A small light appeared briefly in the ruins of the astronomy tower before being extinguished leaving an orange glow against the dark sky. Wisps of smoke twirled majestically in the slight breeze. The glow moves to the edge of the astronomy tower and mysteriously drops into the abyss. The call of an owl stretches over the destroyed grounds as it circles predatorily before diving in to land on what appears to be nothing. Yet, upon closer inspection, one would find a copy of 'Hogwarts: A History' mimicking the state of its subject. The owl's eyes glow eerily as if they could peer into the very depth of your soul. No sound is heard, though a presence can be sensed. The owl's eyes fix upon the intruder to her domain. Suddenly, a shower of lightning bolts streaked across the sky. Leading a procession, as if to announce the intruder's arrival. Like the return of victorious warrior. The intruder glides silently to the edge and raises his right arm. As the intruder stared vacantly into the void; the owl flew to the intruder's arm and rejoined her master. Her master turns elegantly before noticing the destroyed book. Slowly, he reaches down and picks it up glancing at the cover before tossing it carelessly aside. Laughing maliciously as Death blazed within his eyes.
Shadows moved within the Forest. Feeling the unavoidable call of darkness, destruction and ultimately death. A dark presence surrounded the tower. The temperature dropped as 12 creatures appeared from deep within the forest. All twelve holding a dark, radiating aura with tints of colours indicating their specialism. Flares of these colours were shot into the air announcing their presence to one of their masters. Noticeably two colours were missing from the array.
Moments passed and a ruby glow began to descend upon the scarred face of the intruder. A pale hand reaches up towards his face, tilting it slightly upwards. Stepping forward into the intruder's welcoming embrace; their lips met in cold, calculated passion. A ferocious battle for dominance ensued as the kiss deepened. Neither willing to show weakness. Nor, surrender. For to surrender was to admit inferiority. And neither of these two could be called inferior...to anyone! Finally, the battle ended in an anti-climatic tie. Their eyes met. And the colours of Death and Blood collided, promising pain and suffering to all.