Hey, hey! Sorry it's so short, this is mor like a bid of backround before the real story hits off.
Reyts: Again, Wyvernfire doesn't own anything.
Thank you Reyts! *glomps*
Reyts: Get off me, freaky dragonlover!
Hey! Don't insult the dragons!
Reyts: I can do whatever the *ell I want.
"How dare he!" Hermine screeched angrily after Dumbledore had finished the letter, "Those books were mine!
There was a chuckle as Neville stood, "How wrong you are, little bookworm. They were taken from Harry, and so Harry may take them back. The goblins are quite fond of him after all, and they do not like thieves."
Incensed at the lose of his weapon, Dumbledore shot off a quick Obliviate, hoping to make the two forget the meeting had ever occurred. But the spell simply evaporated when it reached them, with no adverse effects. Stunned, he watched as the two, Luna and Neville walked unharmed from his office. Angered beyond belief, he rounded on the two other students in the room, eyes glittering madly. In twin flashes of green they were both dead. Maniacal cackling filled the room, and any who dared listen would have shivered in fear.
The next one will be up soon!