A/N: So here it is, the long story that my other one fits into. Please R&R, as all good feedback is appreciated. Without further ado, here's The Return of Shadow.
Prologue: Another Perfect Summer
The sun shone brightly on a clear July afternoon, the weather the perfect mix of heat and wind to give all those who stood beneath the sky the tenderness of a warm embrace. The rolling meadows were green with the summer grasses, long and wild. Bees and butterflies fluttered about, lazy and anxious. The trees were full and lively, their foliage much the same color as the long grass beneath them. In the semi-dense tree line, the ground was covered with rotted bark and old leaves left over from seasons past, and cloaked in shade. Beneath the canopy the air was at least a few degrees cooler than in the sun, giving many a chill, even on one of the hotter days of the summer. The landscape was peaceful, perfect; save for the yells of many redheaded people flitting about the air on broomsticks.
"Oi, Rose, lookout!" one of them shouted. Another girl, hovering before three weathered wooden circles on posts high above the ground, takes notice and quickly adjusted her altitude to narrowly miss a small ball sailing through the air, which quickly alters its trajectory after the near-collision, headed back towards the larger group of people. But the distraction caused by the ball has allowed a boy with messy black hair and rectangular glasses to lob a larger red ball through one of the hoops. He raised his balled fists above his head, celebrating his triumph before saluting the girl guarding the hoops and speeding off to retrieve the ball.
"Lucky score, you bloody tosser!" the girl yelled after the boy. He laughed as he returned with his ball, ready to reenter play, before a loud horn sounds; a lithe girl, younger than the first, held a small golden ball with gossamer wings above her head as her fellow teammates clapped for her. The first girl looked to the boy with a triumphant smirk as he felt and increasing urge to lob the large red ball at her. With the game concluded, the fourteen players descended to the ground, landing with loud thumps. The winners then hoist the smaller girl onto their shoulders as they all walked toward a large house of dubious construction, singing in unison, though off key, Weasley is our king!