Illusions and Mystifications
Professor Cranbrooke had always blamed himself for the death of his son. And still the bloody shape of a lightning bolt, which served as a cryptic warning on his dead son's forehead, haunts him. The last thing he wanted was for more lives to dissapear, but thats was happened on his returning.
Prologue
There was a small thud, and the stones of the castle wall slid back revealing a menacing figure, hooded and cloaked in death. As he walked from his entrance a lone figure stepped from behind a bend in the corridor. He was a short boy with a neat head of brown hair. As he the hooded figure raised his wand to the boy, he felt a numbness come over him. And then as the killing curse was cast, he felt nothing. Joshua Cranbrooke was only in his first year, and he had been at the wrong place at the wrong time.
When a wandering professor of Divination found his body cold and limp, with a bloody shape of a lightning bolt cut into his forehead, they panicked and ran for the headmaster. But by then the purpetrator had long been gone, his final warning left as the only trace of his visit. Also by that time, his father, professor Cranbrooke, of Illusions and Mystifications had resigned and gone into a self-imposed exile.