Whispering Wizards
by grimerNOSEPASSditto
Before we start, let's disclaim!
No, shut up, I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't be here. I would be out spending money on stuff. Awh, to have such money. J.K Rowling is so lucky.
A/N: This is my first Fic. Don't be mean to me or I'll track you down and snap your head off! Don't worry, I'm perfectly sane.
Swimming figures without faces, without heads, for that matter, to be recognised by, they swirled around in the blackness of closed eyelids, twirling gracefully in and out of view, a black cloud beneath them, supporting them. The rest of the scene began to piece together like a jigsaw, each piece performing cellular mitosis and materialising from the last. The scene became a vicious battle between dark, hooded wizards and struggling students, all wielding long, wooden wands and sending sparkling spells at their enemies.
Two dark-haired boys hid in a patch of pumpkins, watching the horrific battle, their very own father in a black cloak somewhere out there, sending streams of bright emerald light at some students or teachers defending the majestically medieval castle that stood marvellously tall, silhouetting against the midnight sky.
A scuttling sound became present from the forests behind the boys who immediately spun their heads around fearfully, unwillingly investigating what was going on. The scuttling grew louder and louder and out from the darkness of the woods emerged horrifying amounts of horrendously huge spiders, all darting around or even leaping over the pumpkin patch. The boys tried not to yell out in terror as one acromantula took a double take and advanced on them. It clicked its revolting pincers as it slowly came closer and closer to the boys, its eight eyes staring almost excitedly at its potential prey. It had come so close that the pincers were already in place to guillotine the first boy, Aiden. Beads of sweat appeared on both of their heads and their expressions changed from terrified to absolutely horror-struck.
A deafening screech and a blinding white light, the spider fell back, twitching every now and then before it curled up, twitched a few more times then stilled, dead. Both boys immediately looked up to notice a stick pointing at the dead acromantula. The stick was held by a tall, hooded and cloaked wizard, shadow completely covered his face. The hooded figure leapt over the massive pumpkins and pulled the boys into a constricting hug. The Death Eater let go and pulled back his hood, revealing a head of black hair, but a face covered by a skull-like mask. The wand swished past the mask and it dissolved, exposing a slightly elongated face with a straight nose and sharp, grey eyes.
"Dad!" shouted the second boy, Chase, thankfully. Their father lifted a finger to silence them.
"Boys, I need you to get out of here," he murmured, a serious expression on his face, his eyes showing all signs of fear for his sons. "It's not safe, nowhere's safe. Don't go to Hogsmeade, too many dementors. I say go into the castle, get to the second floor, go into the girl's bathroom, there should be a tap …"
The dream faded out, the particles of colour swirled from view. There was silence and blackness, nothingness, stillness. For a few minutes the dream had taken an intermission. The sound of feet against concrete could be heard, increasing in volume, two sets of legs came into view, extending down to some running feet, stamping the concrete pavement of the castle. The boys were now running through a corridor towards a large door, desperate. There was a crack and before them appeared a tall, cloaked death eater, staring down at them. Their eyes widened in shock and they began to take frightened steps back, but the death eater's wand moved so fast that it was barely visible and the incantations were said with severe speed.
"Incarcerous!" the cloaked wizard boomed in a dark voice as silvery ropes exploded from his wand, binding themselves around the two. "Accio!" The ropes pulled towards the death eater, the boys were forced to follow. They sped towards the wizard, who was now flinging off his hood and swiping off his mask, revealing gleaming, white teeth, extra large in the canines. He was a vampire.
"Nyah! Diffindo!" roared a second voice. The bonds cut and fell to the floor. Their father had come back. "I should have escorted you, what was I thi-"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Green light shot from the vampire's wand. Aiden and Chase both ducked. There was a thump from afar and both heads shot around. Their father was lying motionless at the end of the corridor. They could not scream in horror, as they had been gagged and bound once more by the magical silver ropes. The vampire had tied them up again …
Once more, the dream swirled away, leaving everything black. When the next scene eventually swirled into place, the boys were in a dark, stone room, still bounded tightly by the ropes, though this time they were separated. They were laying on a wooden, four-poster bed covered in blood-red satin sheets. One brother, Vincent, was wriggling and writhing in obvious pain, his eyes shut and his teeth bared over the ropes in an severely tortured expression. Was he being tortured? Aiden's eyes darted around the room, but nobody was there, no wands, not muttering of the cruciatus curse.
Chase's head thrashed to the other side, revealing a sickly red liquid seeping from under the back of his long, dark hair. A puddle of blood was forming under his neck. His head thrashed back and it looked completely different, the eyes were now as dark as the shadows of the room and his barred teeth shone brighter than the pale skin he had now acquired, two canine fangs stood out, protruding past where they should have stopped. Chase hissed and everything went black once more.
However, Aiden's eyes were still open. Beads of sweat had formed at his temples and all along his hairline, which was flipped right back over his head rather than falling over one eye as he would usually have it. He turned over and stretched an arm out to the lamp he kept beside his bed and switched it on.
His bed was completely covered in sweat. Feeling dirty, he rolled off his beed, flopping onto the floor.
"Hmm, this is comfortable …" he mumbled to himself, almost falling back asleep when –
BANG!
He sat bolt upright, staring at the door, which had now been flung open, his brother was standing in the doorway, staring down at him with a grin.
"Good morning, twin brother!" Chase sang happily.
"Uh … g'morning, Chase. What's with the earliness? It's like three in the morning!" Aiden replied tiredly.
"Aiden, it's ten am. You just can't see because you curtains are black and you never open them. What's the deal with the whole dark room, anyway?" Aiden went to reply, but closed his mouth as his brother had started up speaking again.
"Don't worry about retorting, I know, you tell me every day. Look, the point of me coming into your room is to tell you that the mail's here."
"Who cares? We get mail everyda-"
"Not from Hogwarts, we don't."
A/N: Hmkay. Tell me how I did. There will be more to come; this is just the first part. General idea of it is that we have two twins; it's the whole 'nineteen years later' thing, 'cept these two are starting out in their first year along with Scorpius Malfoy and blahh, blahh. There will be something to do with Dumbledore, later on, so do keep reading. Reviews would be nice. I'd love constructive criticism. Gogogo!
