A wood fire is crackling merrily stretched out by the fire is a tabby cat. The tabby's head rose as a figure walked into the room with a plate of cookies, a cup of tea and a book. The figure settled down and stroked the cat beside it you couldn't tell if the figure was male or female. The figures name was Hailriq Atticus Jacomus Leandros Veritas also known as Hail, Hail yawned and sipped their cup of tea and snuggled down. Murmuring to their cat Hail informed the Cat that they didn't own the Illmoor chronicles or Harry Potter but Hail informed them that they were both going to take turns reading to their reviewers if they had any that is. Hailriq also wondered if they could guess His/Her gender. Not that He/She/It cared but it would be nice. The Characters would be introduced as they were shoved into the story. Hailriq took another sip of His Her/It's drink cleared His/Her/It's throat and began………………………
Opening - Prologue
During the Tri-age (Civilisation's third attempt at getting things correct) there grew, from the engorged lip of Illmoor, a city the likes of which were never seen on Illmoor before in history (recorded or pre-recorded).
The leaders of this metropolis were imbecilic, giving escalation to crimes as sundry as deception and murder. In the middle of this depraved collection of assassins and cutpurses the city rapidly earned a forbidding standing, becoming spurned by numerous and commonly avoided by travellers throughout the Gleaning Mountains, by which it was sheltered, like the hoard of a exceptionally apprehensive dragon.
Still, a sizeable, weather-beaten (or it might have been like that when it was made ) plaque swung back and forth, back and forth, on weary hinges on top of the city gates proudly welcoming all and sundry to visit Dullitch. Though a local saying warned,
'You haven't lived until you've visited Dullitch and, after that, you won't want to……
The continent of Illmoor is riddled with magic. Not the empty, incompetent magic practiced by men who believe themselves to be archaic (now redundant) order of sorcery. This is original, undiluted magic, on which the continent is constructed.
Two types of magic co-exist: light and dark.
Light magic finds its place in the air, giving rise to galloping unicorns, love charms and fairy groves. It is much sort after by the latter day 'sorcerers' but proves practically impossible to harness, even to those who spend long hours in pursuit of it.
Dark magic, on the other hand, seeks immediately to earth itself in the land it once used to forge. It is an angry magic, an untamed source, a parasite yearning for a host.
And hosts are rare....
Tree suffice, for their roots go deep, but this is no way for dark magic to travel; it's straightforward, rather boring and nobody gets hurt. No, what dark magic truly requires is susceptible minds. These are a delicacy and, although seldom encountered, are always relished. But dark magic is a reckless lodger; it cares little for the minds it invades.
A particularly powerful charge of dark magic appeared during the reign of Duke Fudge. It arrived almost unnoticed. In fact, only two pairs of eyes in the whole of Illmoor observed its passage.
Those eyes belonged to the mercenaries, Hagrid, and Flitwick; although their part in the story would not become apparent for some time. Long before they had the notion to set their steeds southwards, the magic had found its mind.
A searing wave of energy infiltrated a land of fields and forests, homing in, until…
Hail: "Review. By the By can you guess if I'm Male Or Female."
HP character: Flitwick, Fillus
Illmoor character: Goldaxe, Gordo
Description: Dwarf–sized Mercenary, white hair and wears leather armour.
HP character: Hagrid, Rebeus
Illmoor character: Teethgrit, Groan
Description: Barbarian, Mercenary, wears leather armour and a bobble beanie.
Chapters to look out for
Chapter 1 – Meet, Harry the Charmer.
Chapter 2 – The beginning of the invasion.
Chapter 3 – This is getting annoying.
Chapter 4 – Fudge.
Chapter 5 – Wanted.
Chapter 6 – Kickin' rats we'll go.
Chapter 7 – a dog? Or a cat?
Chapter 8 – aetas ut quaero ut factum
Chapter 9 – Bardus
Chapter 10 – Nullus
Chapter 11 – Play that funky music, Harry.
Chapter 12 – Drowned, Hurrah.
Chapter 13 – What?