Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter that would be J.K. Rowling.
This is just something that came into my head when one of my friends sent me a chain text.
Prologue
"Are you going to send it?" I asked, praying the answer would be yes." "No, of course not. It's a load of rubbish, I mean, really, like someone's going to pop out from nowhere and kill me at Hogwarts. I really doubt it could happen especially to a Prefect." That was my brother Andrews answer and, yes he is always like this.
"But everyone's saying..."
"I'm perfectly aware of what people are saying Michael," Andrew cut across me. "Look, I really have to go don't worry about me I can look after myself." A touch of softness crept into the usually stern blue of my brother's eyes, but as fast as it had appeared it was gone and he was walking away from me. Little did I know that it would be the last time that he would ever do so.
My brother died that day; the only clue that they could find was the yellowing piece of parchment that he had refused to send to someone else the piece of parchment that had the message: the raven has come to tell you what is near,
send this on and listen to the begonias voice as it whispers beware,
for if you fail this simple task the Calendula flower is soon to follow.
No one knows who started the chain letter but only a few things are known for sure my brother was one of many, the letters were always delivered by a raven and were sealed with a picture of a begonia intertwined with a calendula in a ravens claws
Well that's it for now tell me what you think and get a giant cookie.
African Sky.