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This is my first story on FanFic , hmm actually this is one of the first stories I've ever written. I know it's not much of a story yet, but it's a start!
Don't expect anything professional, I wrote the first chapter on a lazy sunday afternoon and wanted to see where I'd end up.
- I wrote the prologue after my 5 first chapters. Sorry to those of you who are already reading the story, I just had to make this!
I do not own Harry Potter nor any of its characters, I'm not J.K !
Searing lightning smote down into the forsaken hills. Dark clouds hurried over the stormy sky, blocking the faint moonlight. There were dry splitting cracks of thunder right overhead. Then came a blast of savage wind, and with it, mingling with its roar, there came a burst of dense magical power. A power, which has not been felt for many years.
The lightning splintered on the peaks, rocks shivered, and great crashes split the air and go rolling and tumbling into every cave and hollow; and the darkness was filled with overwhelming noise and sudden light.
In the open stood two men, unharmed, but the tips of their wands were glowing with expelled power. Excessive energy radiated from the both of them in the form of pulsing, flame-like auras. It was clear that these two men were far above the level of the powerful wizard.
One of the figures was dressed in black, except for the silver V embroidered on the back of his cape. He wore a silver ring on his left hand, a skull with a crown engraved on it. With two fluid movements of his wand, three Killing Curses shot at his enemy.
The other man's eyes were cool and composed, without fear, facing the green beams coming at him. He moved in a light blur, dodging the curses fluently. Any ordinary wizard would have told he had not moved at all, and the curses passed right through him. He rapidly countered with a jagged yellow curse, which was dodged by his opponent, moving even faster than he had.
Suddenly over a hundred deadly snakes surrounded the classy dressed man, he wore a long expensive travelling cloak. He had this confident look in his eyes, indicating the wisdom of long years of battle experience. He made a complicated move with his wand, and created an impressive, searing fire circle around him. He pushed more power in the spell and the circle expanded, burning all the snakes to ashes in mere seconds.
Then the man apparated to the left, fired a lethal curse and quickly apparated again, now behind the enemy to fire another spell. He did not expect the two purple beams heading straight for him; forcing him to conjure a shining blue shield out of thin air to deflect them. The spells, whatever they were, caused no visible damage to the shield, though a deep, gonglike note reverberated from it, an oddly chilling sound. …
"So slow…" called the other, narrowing his ember eyes. "Getting old?"
The classy dressed man, didn't answer. It was the first time someone could follow his rapid apparition movements and managed to stop him in his tracks. If it was not for his sharp battle instincts he would have been killed there.
"Playtime is over," the other said indifferently, "Last chance, join us or die!"
"Never!"
The black dressed man's eyes turned red and started to glow, motes of light flared up, coalescing around his body. The other man looked wary, almost frightened, he felt the ground trembling beneath his feet. He struggled to keep his cool, he had never felt anything like this before.
"Gravis Excidi" whispered the scarlet eyed wizard, his glowing eyes focused on his opponent. The sheer waves of concentrated power flowing from the man's form were far greater than before: it pierced with cold blades of horror and despair, stopping heart and breath.
"Unreal —" breathed the other, his eyes widening as he saw and felt the wizard before him. He knew he was outclassed badly and the spell that was used came from a branch of magic he couldn't handle. If he didn't escape now, nothing would be left of him.
Even the most powerful wizards couldn't exude the required power to use Gravitational Magic. It was long forgotten, destructive magic, requiring Mage powers to use. This magic could be used to wipe out anyone in a blink of an eye, though the intensity of the spells depended heavily on the strength of the core, magical power and experience of the caster.
Immediately after the spell was cast, the classy dressed man felt the ruthless force of the spell, the air crackled and filled with tiny, blue electrical shocks. He had to concentrate and emit his own power to try and counter the staggering increase of gravity. He had trouble breathing and his heart rate kept changing uncontrollably, the blood started leaving his upper body. Any other human would have been vanished from the earth by now.
The battle seemed about to end as the gravity became more and more intense. Still, the man who was defending fiercely, refused to let go. He called forth all of the power left at his disposal, his brown eyes started to glow slightly, he evened out the gravity for a brief moment, saw his chance and apparated away; fleeing from a lost fight.
"The next time we meet, you will die …. Flamel!" The mysterious black dressed man hissed before he, too, apparated from the demolished battleground.
The night was back cold and still.
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