1 Chapter 1
Let me take a moment to explain a little bit about our character, and this tale. Jordan Coole was a guy that had everything going for him, he was in his 6th year at Hogwarts, he had the highest marks of his class, and he was going to graduate early. Dumbledore had offered him a position as a Professor's aid for two years before joining the staff as a Professor himself. Now, people began getting hurt, and Jordan's life was taking a vicious turn, he suddenly found himself meeting an entirely new group of friends. It was then that his mother was killed in an attack against the Ministry of Magic, and he met his soon to be first love, and begins to realize that he isn't the same, that he, isn't even human. This is where we find our character.
Jordan sat alone on a large rock in a small clearing of the forbidden forests in the dead of night. He stared blankly down at his hands that were covered in dried blood, the blood was all over his shirt as well. Jordan always dressed very sharply, kind of muggle like, but he liked it. His shirt was a long sleeved button down dress shirt, and it was tucked neatly into perfectly pressed black slacks. His elbows were rested on his knees as he began to shake his head, muttering to himself.
"What has happened to me?" he asked himself in a low tone, "What am I becoming?" Of course, this question was very much so one that was in need of a serious answer, but it wasn't that he was becoming something new, but discovering something in him that was there all along. At that moment, his keen senses picked up the sound of footsteps coming nearer. He sat bolt upright, looking to his left, to see a figure entering the clearing. It was then that this mans scent and sight became familiar, as his dear friend, almost like a brother, Anthony, or better known as Tony.
"Jordan, mi amigo, how goes it?" Tony smiled as he spoke to Jordan, his smile fading as he noticed the blood on Jordan. "What happened to you?"
"Its." Jordan began to speak with a heavy sigh, "it's a long story amigo, I. I need to clean up though. I was attacked, and. I don't know what came over me, but, I suddenly felt as if I was taller, and stronger, and my. my skin, it was solid black."
Tony stared at Jordan as if he was a madman, but only momentarily, as he looked concerned for his dear friend, "Come then, we'll get you clean." Tony helped Jordan off the rock, and they disappeared into the shadows of the canopy above, to clean Jordan up, and get some rest. For what was to happen the next day, they all would need it.
Let me take a moment to explain a little bit about our character, and this tale. Jordan Coole was a guy that had everything going for him, he was in his 6th year at Hogwarts, he had the highest marks of his class, and he was going to graduate early. Dumbledore had offered him a position as a Professor's aid for two years before joining the staff as a Professor himself. Now, people began getting hurt, and Jordan's life was taking a vicious turn, he suddenly found himself meeting an entirely new group of friends. It was then that his mother was killed in an attack against the Ministry of Magic, and he met his soon to be first love, and begins to realize that he isn't the same, that he, isn't even human. This is where we find our character.
Jordan sat alone on a large rock in a small clearing of the forbidden forests in the dead of night. He stared blankly down at his hands that were covered in dried blood, the blood was all over his shirt as well. Jordan always dressed very sharply, kind of muggle like, but he liked it. His shirt was a long sleeved button down dress shirt, and it was tucked neatly into perfectly pressed black slacks. His elbows were rested on his knees as he began to shake his head, muttering to himself.
"What has happened to me?" he asked himself in a low tone, "What am I becoming?" Of course, this question was very much so one that was in need of a serious answer, but it wasn't that he was becoming something new, but discovering something in him that was there all along. At that moment, his keen senses picked up the sound of footsteps coming nearer. He sat bolt upright, looking to his left, to see a figure entering the clearing. It was then that this mans scent and sight became familiar, as his dear friend, almost like a brother, Anthony, or better known as Tony.
"Jordan, mi amigo, how goes it?" Tony smiled as he spoke to Jordan, his smile fading as he noticed the blood on Jordan. "What happened to you?"
"Its." Jordan began to speak with a heavy sigh, "it's a long story amigo, I. I need to clean up though. I was attacked, and. I don't know what came over me, but, I suddenly felt as if I was taller, and stronger, and my. my skin, it was solid black."
Tony stared at Jordan as if he was a madman, but only momentarily, as he looked concerned for his dear friend, "Come then, we'll get you clean." Tony helped Jordan off the rock, and they disappeared into the shadows of the canopy above, to clean Jordan up, and get some rest. For what was to happen the next day, they all would need it.