The plot belongs to me, Kayah Devine. All characters that are not already mentioned in J K Rowling's books also belong to me. But everything else belongs to that fantastic author we all know and worship...Hogwarts, her characters such as the luscious Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy, etc etc. Veneficus Academia is all mine as well. It's an Australian Academy of Magick. The two Slytherin Prefects are mine as well. Please read and review, tell me your thoughts on how I can improve my fic, because I know it needs inproving.
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Prologue
The tall, raven haired female stalked down a hallway. Her cloak breezing behind her, her sharp boots rhythmically hitting the stone floor as people made sure they were out of her way. Her cold silver blue eyes glinted in the chilled air as they looked to her right, and she smirked at what she saw. A tall dark brown haired male, only a few months older then her, with chilled murky green eyes, and his well formed body moving in perfect stride with hers.
They ignored who they passed, they weren't important at that moment. The only people that mattered to them were each other...anyone else were labelled only as petty, insignificant peasant foke, and nothing else.
They had the power, which was evident.
They had the wisdom, which was shown in their voice, and the way they spoke...also the knowledge they seemed to held on each subject...and if anyone questioned it, they soon learned the hard way to never...ever...question anything about these two.
They also had the strength...which was shown the very few times another defied them...and they also had shown their strength, which they had used, to have survive everything they had been though.
They also had love...for each other...deep and true.
They held all this and more...which was why they were so feared...but also so looked up to...because, isn't that how it usually is with Head Boy and Head Girl when they're both from Slytherin?
Sure...they gave help where it was needed...never favoured their house, or any other in front of any other...always had a helping hand for those who needed it...but...they still held an air of importance and fear...although no one could ever place why or what caused this. The rumours about the two flew around the castle, although it was a dangerous habit held by many students...for if any student was caught with a piece of parchment holding a cruel joke or sentence about the Head Boy and Girl, it would end with harsh punishment.
The green-eyed male halted at a portrait that had a strange resemblance of the Forbidden Forest, which happened to be the two's favourite place on the whole grounds, and took out a quill. With a casual glace to both sides, as the female leant against the cold stonewall, they both checked and noticed the halls were now clear.
He lifted his quill and scrawled his signature across one of the logs a few centimetres away from the centre, slightly hidden in the shadows. The ink melted into the picture and after a few seconds, the whole picture morphed away, leaving a darkened, gaping hole. The male offered his hand to the female, and she accepted it calmly, as he helped her through the hole, although she needed none...and they both disappeared into the darkness.
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Tayska-Salvi De'Blair was twisting and turning in her bed as the thoughts ran rampant through her mind. They scared her, even though they were so simple.
After having then same dream for days on end, with the same mysterious people within them, doing ordinary, simple things was confusing and scaring her. Even to the point where she'd tried to stay up, and not fall asleep. Her plan hadn't worked however and after only 35 hours of staying awake, she was fast asleep again, and once again deep in the twisted...memories they seemed to be...of these two mysterious people.
After a brief moment of deeper panic, as she crossed the field of half awakeness/half asleepness, Tayska awoke, in sweat drenched clothes and rumpled bed sheets. She took a few moments to breath deeply as she remembered where she was.
Chill out...you're still at Veneficus Academia...still in your dorm room...still just like you were before you feel asleep. Tayska struggled to get free from her bed and half fell, half climbed out of her black tapestry hidden high raised bed, and made her way in the silver moon lit darkness to the open window.
She sighed. Tomorrow I leave here...to go to Hogwarts...heck I'm going to miss this place. She thought sadly to herself. Not that anyone here will miss me. She gave a glance around her lonely dorm room. This time I'm not going to hide my true self...but I'm not going to let myself get hurt this time either...I don't care who knows what's...different...about me. They can all just hack it. I'm stronger then they'll ever be. For a few seconds, Tayska halted her unmeaning full silent ranting. Oh...who am I kidding...sure, I'm powerful...or I will be when I actually get a hold of this stupid energy...but no one likes me...everyone's too scared of me to even talk to me...and if they do they just wanna take advantage of me. At these thoughts silver tears pricked her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall.
I'm going to be as strong as fucking ever...nothing's going to effect me.
Her fingers found the thin, delicate necklace that hung around her neck, something she always did in need of comfort...the memories it brought of...him... Nothing.
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Yes, very short I know...but prologues usually are. The first chapter will be here soon, this story line has been weaving through my mind a lot...
Prologue
The tall, raven haired female stalked down a hallway. Her cloak breezing behind her, her sharp boots rhythmically hitting the stone floor as people made sure they were out of her way. Her cold silver blue eyes glinted in the chilled air as they looked to her right, and she smirked at what she saw. A tall dark brown haired male, only a few months older then her, with chilled murky green eyes, and his well formed body moving in perfect stride with hers.
They ignored who they passed, they weren't important at that moment. The only people that mattered to them were each other...anyone else were labelled only as petty, insignificant peasant foke, and nothing else.
They had the power, which was evident.
They had the wisdom, which was shown in their voice, and the way they spoke...also the knowledge they seemed to held on each subject...and if anyone questioned it, they soon learned the hard way to never...ever...question anything about these two.
They also had the strength...which was shown the very few times another defied them...and they also had shown their strength, which they had used, to have survive everything they had been though.
They also had love...for each other...deep and true.
They held all this and more...which was why they were so feared...but also so looked up to...because, isn't that how it usually is with Head Boy and Head Girl when they're both from Slytherin?
Sure...they gave help where it was needed...never favoured their house, or any other in front of any other...always had a helping hand for those who needed it...but...they still held an air of importance and fear...although no one could ever place why or what caused this. The rumours about the two flew around the castle, although it was a dangerous habit held by many students...for if any student was caught with a piece of parchment holding a cruel joke or sentence about the Head Boy and Girl, it would end with harsh punishment.
The green-eyed male halted at a portrait that had a strange resemblance of the Forbidden Forest, which happened to be the two's favourite place on the whole grounds, and took out a quill. With a casual glace to both sides, as the female leant against the cold stonewall, they both checked and noticed the halls were now clear.
He lifted his quill and scrawled his signature across one of the logs a few centimetres away from the centre, slightly hidden in the shadows. The ink melted into the picture and after a few seconds, the whole picture morphed away, leaving a darkened, gaping hole. The male offered his hand to the female, and she accepted it calmly, as he helped her through the hole, although she needed none...and they both disappeared into the darkness.
Tayska-Salvi De'Blair was twisting and turning in her bed as the thoughts ran rampant through her mind. They scared her, even though they were so simple.
After having then same dream for days on end, with the same mysterious people within them, doing ordinary, simple things was confusing and scaring her. Even to the point where she'd tried to stay up, and not fall asleep. Her plan hadn't worked however and after only 35 hours of staying awake, she was fast asleep again, and once again deep in the twisted...memories they seemed to be...of these two mysterious people.
After a brief moment of deeper panic, as she crossed the field of half awakeness/half asleepness, Tayska awoke, in sweat drenched clothes and rumpled bed sheets. She took a few moments to breath deeply as she remembered where she was.
Chill out...you're still at Veneficus Academia...still in your dorm room...still just like you were before you feel asleep. Tayska struggled to get free from her bed and half fell, half climbed out of her black tapestry hidden high raised bed, and made her way in the silver moon lit darkness to the open window.
She sighed. Tomorrow I leave here...to go to Hogwarts...heck I'm going to miss this place. She thought sadly to herself. Not that anyone here will miss me. She gave a glance around her lonely dorm room. This time I'm not going to hide my true self...but I'm not going to let myself get hurt this time either...I don't care who knows what's...different...about me. They can all just hack it. I'm stronger then they'll ever be. For a few seconds, Tayska halted her unmeaning full silent ranting. Oh...who am I kidding...sure, I'm powerful...or I will be when I actually get a hold of this stupid energy...but no one likes me...everyone's too scared of me to even talk to me...and if they do they just wanna take advantage of me. At these thoughts silver tears pricked her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall.
I'm going to be as strong as fucking ever...nothing's going to effect me.
Her fingers found the thin, delicate necklace that hung around her neck, something she always did in need of comfort...the memories it brought of...him... Nothing.
Yes, very short I know...but prologues usually are. The first chapter will be here soon, this story line has been weaving through my mind a lot...