Carpe Noctem
A/N: Hello everyone, and welcome to Carpe Noctem! Just a few things before you begin...
This fic is written by a British girl and a Hawaiian girl, so do excuse is certain spellings vary. Also, we would like to add that for this fic to work, its an AU where all the time lines coincide with the original Harry Potter timeline.
And lastly, we put a lot of hours and effort into this fic and we really hope you enjoy it.
-Vi and Livy
Prequel:
It was a cold, December night in London, England. Darkness covered the city like a thick blanket, wrapping the inhabitants in sleep and dreams. The moon hid behind dense clouds, and a biting breeze blew through the streets.
The moon suddenly made his appearance, shining brightly through the clouds and illuminating an old, dirty street. A cloaked figure hurried along the cobbles, hood falling over the face and cloak billowing out behind. The shadow reared up onto the walls, twice as large as the figure and twice as threatening.
They came to the end of the street and stopped in front of a narrow, run-down building. Looking around cautiously, they knocked quietly on the door and waited. Seconds passed, the door opened just a crack, and the cloaked figure slipped inside, unseen.
The house was unlit and damp, with mould growing around the doors and windows. It was small, so small that the hooded figure had to duck their head as they crept into the room at the end of the hall. The lack of light was no issue; they were used to the dark. Welcomed it, more like. They closed the door lightly and paused, holding their breath.
"You're late." The voice, cold and bored, came from a large armchair in the centre of the room. The moon gleamed in through the open window, allowing in a little light. The figure in the cloak rushed to kneel in front of the armchair, head bowed. "I came as quickly as I could, my Lord," the agent mumbled, staring at the floor. "There was….trouble….on my journey. I had to create a diversion."
Long, spindly fingers reached out and pulled the agent's chin up to face him, and the hood fell back.
"Holmes?" The voice asked, interested.
The cloaked figure nodded, adjusting the hood as they stood up. "I threw him off. Gave him a double homicide in Manchester that should keep him busy until I get back."
The figure in the armchair nodded with approval. "Now, my apprentice, we have a lot to discuss. There is something I want you to do." The apprentice stood eagerly and pushed the cloak aside, revealing a wand tucked into their belt. It was used to pull up a chair, and the figure sat staring in awe at the figure in the armchair. "I will do anything, my Lord, anything at all."
"I expect no less. Now, there may come a time when I will no longer be around to teach you…"