Hi! My first fan-fic! I wanted to write a Harry Potter fan-fic and then I didn't have any ideas and then I saw that there was only one story for the books of Umber and then I had an awesome idea and so here it is. Please read and review!
-Katy
His feet slammed onto solid ground, and he looked up. The landscape was unfamiliar, yet he knew in an instant that this was the place he should land. He also knew that this was the time he should land. He folded his arms and looked around. It was almost morning. He was surrounded by sleeping boys, all about sixteen or seventeen. One of them had very untidy black hair, glasses sitting by his bedside next to a small stick. Wand, said the fountain of knowledge inside his head. This boy's body was glowing with a faint blue-green hue.
Happenstance looked around. This place was… a school of magic. These boys were wizards. He could see by reading the filaments, turning them over on themselves without touching them, listening to the sounds they created, tilting his head to watch the shifting angles.
He laughed at the realization that the people of this school had put safeguards against teleportation, yet he was able to step right in here out of the Neither, disturbing not a single person. Strange. Umber had told him that there was no magic in this world. He investigated the inconsistency, and was surprised to learn that these boys and girls lived in complete secret from the rest of the world, known only to a select few who were family. And yet, something about this place made him realize that the global catastrophe of which Umber spoke was deeply connected to the fates of these people, that one with the glasses especially. Happenstance trotted whimsically over to the boy in question, and bent down close to his face, very sad indeed—he hadn't half a decade left to live, it seemed, and there was little that could be done about that.
But really, it was all part of the grand scheme, because Happenstance realized that this boy held the key to the salvation of Umber's entire world. He vanished back into the Neither, feeling the cold pierce his veins again, and reappeared in the girls' dormitory on the other side. There was a girl here, with red flowing hair, and green eyes that were almost as large and round as his. She didn't have too long to live, either, but he sensed something within her, too. This would be the first test, the first puzzle, the first domino. He waited in silence, standing in place, until the first shreds of daylight entered the room, trying to understand what had to be done—this would be difficult, the red-haired girl absolutely hated the messy-haired boy with the glasses, but if the world was to be saved, they needed to have a child. Well, this would be challenging, but where was the fun in the easy challenges? He stepped backwards, back into the Neither, and took up residence in a tree in the nearby forest, and waited for daybreak.