Glory in Your Shadow
Chapter: 1
Conversatons with the Night
Summary: When you first arrive at Hogwarts, you're sorted into the house that you belong in, right? Not quite. What if you were sorted into the wrong House, not by accident, but by choice. What if the fate of the wizarding world rested on that very lie? And every lie you told after it. What if telling the truth could send countless innocent people to an early death? Well there's something lurking around Hogwarts. Or should I say, someone? Someone with a really big secret. And a really important purpose. Besides; you know the rythm: "I spy, with my little eye."
Authors Note: I am not J.K Rowling. That's already pretty obvious. I do not own any of the characters, except for the original ones that I've made up. Yeah, I know, I know, Obvious. And in conclusion I'd also like to state that contrary to popular belief, I am not God... Though I do think you all should worship me.
The night was warm and the moon was bright. The air was like velvet, dancing along your skin. And the flowers filled the air with a smell so sweet it would make the heavens bow. You couldn't escape the night. It just seemed to draw you in, like flies to the light. And come to think of it, why would you want to escape the night? It's so peaceful when it's dark. There's no sound, no worries, no light except the stars as the danced amongst the clouds. Night was just like a temporary bliss of sorts. A world all your own, where no one spoke, no cried and no one felt any pain. A world where you were could just close your eyes an let your spirit soar. But he didn't feel like soaring tonight.
"I'm worried. She's getting so impatient...I can't blame her." he whispered into the night.
"I know, it won't be too long now." a kind and carng voice whispered back.
"I know, but she's so lonely. She doesn't belong with them, she's a good person." the man said quietly, trying not to wake the person in the next room.
"No, I don't believe she does, but remeber, she was determined to do this." the voice commented in an understanding tone.
"Yes, but only because we asked her to." the man insisted.
"You are right we did. And perhaps it was unfair of me to put so much pressure on a girl so young. Only eleven at the time I believe. If you feel like it's too much on her, I won't make her continue." the gentle voice responded.
"No." the two men turn to face the object of their conversation.
"No, what my dear?" the soft voice asked.
"Your not stopping me from doing what I've been doing for the last six years. I won't let you stop me. I asked for this, remeber?" she asked.
"Yes, but you were eleven." the second man said urgently.
"Yeah, but I knew what I was getting myself into and I know what I'm doing." she insisted. "You need to stop worrying about me...and start worrying about the war at hand. It's comming and it's going to keep comming until it's here. The Order needs all the help it can get and you're not going to stop me and your not going to stop my training." she concluded.
And thus tonight their souls didn't soar. Their souls just looked at eachother and closed their eyes.
So, What did you think? I know it's short, but I had to have a beginning. Please Review!
