Disclaimer: Nope, Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. Neither do the
characters. sighs
AN: Hi! This is my first HP fanfic, so be gentle. I really don't want any flames but creative criticism is ok. This takes place 2 years after our heroes graduate from Hogwarts.
*~*~*Healing Stones*~*~*
Prologue
The night was dark and warm. In the early hours of the morning there was only one guard prowling the halls of the gigantic, Gothic style museum. The corridor was dimly lit, only giving off small glints of reflected light off of ancient battle armor and the glass surrounding mummified victims of Druid rituals.
The guard whistled to himself as he roamed the hallway with long confident strides. It was his first day on the job, and he was absolutely sure that he could keep this place one hundred percent under wraps, no one would ever break in with him watching.
He stopped when the light from his flashlight hit a particularly large broadsword. "Whoa..." he murmured as he examined the dazzling silver hilt encrusted with emeralds. The metal of the blade seemed worn with the burden of heavy usage in what he guessed was the Crusades and seemed to weigh half of his body weight. He shook himself out of spell the sword seemed to put over him and walked out of the room.
As he strode past the 'Stones and Gems' exhibit he noticed the beam of another flashlight. Thinking quickly he pressed himself against the wall next to the doorway and listened. He desperately tried to control his breathing and to keep it inaudible. A bolt of panic surged through him as his body begged him to run.
'Shit like this isn't supposed to happen on my first day. I'd rather go back to being a waiter, at least there wasn't a large chance I'd be killed.' he thought as he ran a hand through his short dark hair. 'Okay, okay. Get a grip man. They gave you a gun when you got this job. You passed the civil service test, you were trained. Now get a goddamn grip. Breathe in., out and on the count of three. One..two...oh shit....three.'
He took the gun out of the black leather holdster at his hip, turned and slowly walked into the room. He could barely see, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself by shining around a large flashlight. No..he had seen way to many horror movies to anything that stupid.
Clank
He turned sharply to the right searching for the source of the sound. His eyes widened and he slowly lowered his gun in both amazement and fear.. A man, or it could have been a woman since the heavy black cloak the intruder was wearing and the dim lighting prohibited him from betting able to identify gender, had managed to levitate themselves over a showcase holding what looked to be a ...magic wand??
The figure mumbled a few words that sounded foreign and suddenly the showcase flew across the room, shattering causing shards of glass to fly about the room. On the pedestal remained an elegant necklace with an extremely large ruby pendant. Slowly, the pendant started to move. First to the side then sharply upwards right into the intruder's left hand.
The guard shook himself from his shock, raised his weapon and tried to keep the tremble out of his voice as he spoke.
"Drop the necklace! I don't know how the hell you are up there, but drop the necklace and get down here, NOW!"
The figure looked down from their uplifted position, and smirked.
"I swear I'll shoot you, GET DOWN HERE!"
The smiling figure dropped abruptly, landing in a kneeling position. This time, when the figure looked into the guard's eyes, he wasn't smiling. He raised his hands in the air, in what the guard assumed was a submissive position, God how wrong he was. Never assume. The intruder smiled again and opened his mouth to speak.
"Crucio."
As the guard felt the unbearable pain shoot through his body, he pulled the trigger. Then his vision went black.
AN: That's it for the prologue! Please R&R. I really want to hear your comments. Once again, please no flames.
AN: Hi! This is my first HP fanfic, so be gentle. I really don't want any flames but creative criticism is ok. This takes place 2 years after our heroes graduate from Hogwarts.
*~*~*Healing Stones*~*~*
Prologue
The night was dark and warm. In the early hours of the morning there was only one guard prowling the halls of the gigantic, Gothic style museum. The corridor was dimly lit, only giving off small glints of reflected light off of ancient battle armor and the glass surrounding mummified victims of Druid rituals.
The guard whistled to himself as he roamed the hallway with long confident strides. It was his first day on the job, and he was absolutely sure that he could keep this place one hundred percent under wraps, no one would ever break in with him watching.
He stopped when the light from his flashlight hit a particularly large broadsword. "Whoa..." he murmured as he examined the dazzling silver hilt encrusted with emeralds. The metal of the blade seemed worn with the burden of heavy usage in what he guessed was the Crusades and seemed to weigh half of his body weight. He shook himself out of spell the sword seemed to put over him and walked out of the room.
As he strode past the 'Stones and Gems' exhibit he noticed the beam of another flashlight. Thinking quickly he pressed himself against the wall next to the doorway and listened. He desperately tried to control his breathing and to keep it inaudible. A bolt of panic surged through him as his body begged him to run.
'Shit like this isn't supposed to happen on my first day. I'd rather go back to being a waiter, at least there wasn't a large chance I'd be killed.' he thought as he ran a hand through his short dark hair. 'Okay, okay. Get a grip man. They gave you a gun when you got this job. You passed the civil service test, you were trained. Now get a goddamn grip. Breathe in., out and on the count of three. One..two...oh shit....three.'
He took the gun out of the black leather holdster at his hip, turned and slowly walked into the room. He could barely see, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself by shining around a large flashlight. No..he had seen way to many horror movies to anything that stupid.
Clank
He turned sharply to the right searching for the source of the sound. His eyes widened and he slowly lowered his gun in both amazement and fear.. A man, or it could have been a woman since the heavy black cloak the intruder was wearing and the dim lighting prohibited him from betting able to identify gender, had managed to levitate themselves over a showcase holding what looked to be a ...magic wand??
The figure mumbled a few words that sounded foreign and suddenly the showcase flew across the room, shattering causing shards of glass to fly about the room. On the pedestal remained an elegant necklace with an extremely large ruby pendant. Slowly, the pendant started to move. First to the side then sharply upwards right into the intruder's left hand.
The guard shook himself from his shock, raised his weapon and tried to keep the tremble out of his voice as he spoke.
"Drop the necklace! I don't know how the hell you are up there, but drop the necklace and get down here, NOW!"
The figure looked down from their uplifted position, and smirked.
"I swear I'll shoot you, GET DOWN HERE!"
The smiling figure dropped abruptly, landing in a kneeling position. This time, when the figure looked into the guard's eyes, he wasn't smiling. He raised his hands in the air, in what the guard assumed was a submissive position, God how wrong he was. Never assume. The intruder smiled again and opened his mouth to speak.
"Crucio."
As the guard felt the unbearable pain shoot through his body, he pulled the trigger. Then his vision went black.
AN: That's it for the prologue! Please R&R. I really want to hear your comments. Once again, please no flames.