Siren's Call-Chapter One
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-Siren's Call-
Beauty incarnate. Skin as soft as silk, and ranging from creamy white to golden brown, is often framed by vibrant hair, which will take the color of her magic. Eyes that are reminiscent of a favorite flower will be one of two things that draw their victims to their death. Lastly, a voice. A voice so powerful, so... beautiful, you'll be ensnared within a note's length. A Siren is a lovely creature, but can be as deadly as a viper, laying in wait to strike.
Her goddess-like beauty hides the venom within, her voice. The voice of a Siren can enchant, and beguile. At the sound of such beauty, only the strongest men will not fall to their knees at the call. The call is what lures prey to the Siren. Sirens do not kill for pleasure, but rather, because they have need of human flesh. Sirens are beasts of prey, and will feed on any meat they can get their hands on, though they prefer their cousin's flesh.
The Ministry of Magic declared Sirens 'Rank 5; Dangerous Creatures', in 1745 under the ruling of Minister Ambrulet, due to their abilities, Rank 5 is the second highest in the 'Dangerous Creatures' ranks, with Dragons considered Rank 6. Sirens are considered humanoids, but they have no standing in the Wizarding Society, unlike the vicious Veela, who although just as dangerous as the Sirens, are considered human enough to be citizens of Wizarding nations.
Due to this injustice that was forced unto the Sirens, there are rumors that they have formed colonies, and communities away from Wizards, and have created their own hierarchy, and classes. But they have been just that; rumors. Until now.
For over 262 years, Sirens have not walked within Diagon Alley. Sirens have not mated with a wizard, not attended Hogwarts, or even flown a state of the art broom. Simply stated, no one has seen a Siren since the ruling of their sentence as a highly dangerous animal. But that's all going to change. Today.
-Siren's Call-
Surrey, England, 11:55 pm (July 31, 2007)
Persons Unknown
Within the small productive town of Little Whining, there lay a petite home, which was no different than the other houses on the block of Privet Drive. Number 4, belonging to Petunia Evelyn Dursley, and her husband Vernon Luis Dursley, was a quaint house, with a white fenced in yard. It was immaculately pristine, and the white colored siding shined in the dim moon light. If you looked closely, there was no way to tell that the house was built forty years prior, when Mrs. Dursley's parents built the home for their own home.
Number 4 lay exactly twenty feet away from both Number 3, and Number 5, which were at its sides. All the houses on Privet Drive were relatively the same, except for Number 4, which seemed to take painstakingly effort to look perfect, and just like the other houses, but this effort would never take hold, because in its effort to look just like the rest, it stood out even more.
One thing, that quite plainly stood out, even to the more obtuse members of the community, were the silver bars, exuding from the second story left window. When asked. said that room was Dudley's room for his many "pets", "He just can't seem to stop bringing them into the house! He has quite a few birds, which would fly out through the window if those bars weren't there, and if that happened, my little darling would just be devastated." She would say with a sweet, simpering smile on her strangely elongated face.
Sadly, most of the neighbors didn't see through the sweat on Mrs. Dursley's face, or the slight twitch in her smile. They never would, and because of their gullibility, the true pet in that bedroom on the left would suffer, for just a little longer than needed.
If you looked through that window, or walked through that locked door, with three locks, and a cat flap, you would see…
-Siren's Call- TBC…
Hi, sorry it's short, but this chapter is just leading up to actual start of the story. I hope the readers enjoy it, but if they don't, that's fine. As long as I can get the words out of my head, then it's all okay. So Enjoy!