Disclaimer: The wonderful characters in this piece belong to J.K. Rowling.
I am making no money off of this; I am merely letting my creativity run
wild.
December Nights:
Prologue
Five long years had passed since Harry, Ron, and Hermione's last year at Hogwarts and the members of the Order of the Phoenix had once again reunited for the Christmas holiday as they had every year since the war had ended. They were all sitting in the parlor of Number 12 Grimauld Place around the fire sipping cocoa. A tall thin man with shoulder length graying hair had just finished speaking.
After a moment of thick silence that lay in the room as heavy as a morning fog, a young woman with curly brown hair spoke, "I say Remus, good show!"
The red haired man sitting by her side spoke up now, glad the grave silence had finally been broken, "Yes, good show indeed! That was one of the most gruesome tales I have ever heard!"
A second lady with hair just a fierce as the man who had just spoke now piped up, "And to think, there was a child in it!"
"Yes, the child makes it all the more terrifying," replied the man who told the story.
"Rubbish!" Shouted a man with a long dark ponytail. "Absolute Rubbish. Remus, for being a werewolf you sure do have a child's definition of what is scary."
"No offense Sirius, but I do believe mine was scarier than that cod swaddle you told last night!"
This of course offended the man named Sirius, "My story was twice as scary and three times more thrilling! Wouldn't you agree Severus?"
Severus, a surly man of the same age as the bickering two looked away from the fire that he had been staring at until now. "In my opinion, both stories had so many suspensions of disbelief, that neither were truly frightening."
Remus was taken aback, "And I suppose you could do better Severus?"
"Yes," replied the dark man in his withdrawn voice, "I suppose I could. I could tell you a tale that would chill you spines and make you blood run cold. A tale so frightening that it would haunt you nightmares for years. A tale made of passion and obsession. A tale that explores the very depths of the soul and explores the darkness of human nature. A tale that takes place a little over a century ago."
The curly haired girl spoke up again, "Oh do tell us Severus! It sounds delightfully frightening!"
"Yes Hermione, frightening it is, and too frightening for me to tell at this moment. To do this story justice, I will need first to collect a manuscript."
"Tomorrow then?" the girl pleaded.
"Yes, tomorrow, I will begin my story."
"Now wait one minute," Sirius Black barked, "What makes you think your story is any better?"
The other man sat back in his chair and said in a tone full of mystical temptation, "Because Sir, mine is real."
................
(end of prologue)
For some reason my formatting got lost and I cant put a break. Hmm. I know that was short, but as the title says, it is a prologue. The real chapters will be much longer.
The first chapter should be up within a week.
Atiannala
December Nights:
Prologue
Five long years had passed since Harry, Ron, and Hermione's last year at Hogwarts and the members of the Order of the Phoenix had once again reunited for the Christmas holiday as they had every year since the war had ended. They were all sitting in the parlor of Number 12 Grimauld Place around the fire sipping cocoa. A tall thin man with shoulder length graying hair had just finished speaking.
After a moment of thick silence that lay in the room as heavy as a morning fog, a young woman with curly brown hair spoke, "I say Remus, good show!"
The red haired man sitting by her side spoke up now, glad the grave silence had finally been broken, "Yes, good show indeed! That was one of the most gruesome tales I have ever heard!"
A second lady with hair just a fierce as the man who had just spoke now piped up, "And to think, there was a child in it!"
"Yes, the child makes it all the more terrifying," replied the man who told the story.
"Rubbish!" Shouted a man with a long dark ponytail. "Absolute Rubbish. Remus, for being a werewolf you sure do have a child's definition of what is scary."
"No offense Sirius, but I do believe mine was scarier than that cod swaddle you told last night!"
This of course offended the man named Sirius, "My story was twice as scary and three times more thrilling! Wouldn't you agree Severus?"
Severus, a surly man of the same age as the bickering two looked away from the fire that he had been staring at until now. "In my opinion, both stories had so many suspensions of disbelief, that neither were truly frightening."
Remus was taken aback, "And I suppose you could do better Severus?"
"Yes," replied the dark man in his withdrawn voice, "I suppose I could. I could tell you a tale that would chill you spines and make you blood run cold. A tale so frightening that it would haunt you nightmares for years. A tale made of passion and obsession. A tale that explores the very depths of the soul and explores the darkness of human nature. A tale that takes place a little over a century ago."
The curly haired girl spoke up again, "Oh do tell us Severus! It sounds delightfully frightening!"
"Yes Hermione, frightening it is, and too frightening for me to tell at this moment. To do this story justice, I will need first to collect a manuscript."
"Tomorrow then?" the girl pleaded.
"Yes, tomorrow, I will begin my story."
"Now wait one minute," Sirius Black barked, "What makes you think your story is any better?"
The other man sat back in his chair and said in a tone full of mystical temptation, "Because Sir, mine is real."
................
(end of prologue)
For some reason my formatting got lost and I cant put a break. Hmm. I know that was short, but as the title says, it is a prologue. The real chapters will be much longer.
The first chapter should be up within a week.
Atiannala
