A very big thanks to all who had submitted an OC, even though yours was not chosen. I received more than 30 OCs in total, and it was a tough choice to pick my 7 characters. If your OC did not make it in, it's most likely because they did not fit within this story, or they were sort of a Mary Sue.
These are the selected OCs:
Ex-Ravenclaw: Niko Ingham, 28
Ex-Gryffindor: Amelia Sabene Croix, 22
Ex-Slytherin: Archie Leonhardt, 23 / Natalia Corleone, 24
Ex-Hufflepuff: Darren Lancaster, 25
Villians: Georgiana Liao, 24 / Amber Lothian, 27 / Edwin Whittaker, 20
Congrats to the authors of these OCs! These are the best of the best! I hope I can write them nicely.
Niko Ingham, 28, Male
I feverishly flipped the yellowing pages of a thick, ancient book. It had to be in one of these books, somewhere. The three Magical Items were not unheard of. Rumors had been heard like whispers in the dark. And I, for one, knew that rumors always had a ring of truth surrounding them. All I had to do was to find it.
Besides, two of the Items had been found. That was as good as saying that the entire legend was undeniably true. But finding the last of the three items was not my job. I was already one step before the Order. What does it matter if you found the third Item – the Silver Ring – if you did not know what kind of power any of the items were capable of unleashing?
So here I was, sitting in the cellar of a rather rundown rustic farmhouse. Nothing fancy. However, this house was what I would call my 'Research Base'. Any history book dated back for hundreds of years, I had it all. Rare artifacts were secured in a basement, and occasionally a spare bit of jewel – where I got those are not important – which looked out of place in this old house.
I turned a few more pages, running my finger down the lines of fading texts, and letting my eyes scan through the words.
"Powerful against many…dangerous to wield…a force to behold." I muttered.
Instinct told me I was getting nearer. I thumbed through a few more crumpled pages. And just on cue, I spotted it.
"The Three Magical Items consists of a Crystal Prism, a Silver Ring, and a Goblet. When brought together, deems the possessor untouchable. The Prism absorbs all magical power from nearby wizards in a half-mile radius of itself, and channels their energy to the wearer of the Ring. The only way to prevent this energy theft is by drinking from the Goblet, which neutralizes the effect on the drinker for a one hour time span."
There it was. I had finally found the most crucial information. Who would expect to find all these lying in a dusty, history book From Legend to Reality?
The Order has the Prism and Goblet. Just a few hours ago, a meeting had been held to discuss what was to be done with those Items. In the end, it concluded that those Items were to stay hidden and safe in the vaults of Gringotts. They'd sent out Darren – the kid who wasn't exactly the brightest, I might add – to take care transporting those items to Gringotts.
Anyway, I shifted some other ancient book off my study table and grabbed the nearest sheet of paper to use as a bookmark. Wedging the paper in between the pages, I closed the book and leant back on my chair. I picked up my favorite pipe and lit up the end, gazing into the puffs of smoke which helped me to think.
My thoughts were shattered by a loud ringing sound. Usually, Order members used the fireplace to communicate. Telephones were used only in emergency. Of course, I could be some of my informants or spies and nothing serious. But at this time in the night, it was unlikely for my informants to call. So when I heard my telephone ringing, I knew something was up.
I grabbed the receiver and placed it over my ear.
"Yes?" I asked immediately. Greetings and pleasantries were not necessary.
"Niko. It's Archie. Archie Leonhardt," a deep voice answered.
Ah yes. I remembered that guy. The young, somewhat playful guy who never stops flirting with girls. But he has the good looks with an athletic body, I'd give him that much.
"What's wrong, Archie? Did a girl dump you?" I closed my eyes, waiting for him to get to the point.
Archie could be heard giving a snort of disbelief at the other end. "Not at all, not at all. But the Order is calling an emergency meeting right now, and they need your ass over here."
"What's the hurry? Tell me what happened?" I sat upright.
Archie suddenly took up a more serious tone. "It's Darren. We received a message from his patronus. The Shadow Agents have got him. We have to think of our next step. Come quick."
That's all. The telephone line went dead after that. Archie must have put down his receiver.
Briefly, I wondered what could have happened to Darren. I hoped that the kid was alright, even though that was very unlikely. That foolish kid was always getting himself into trouble, I mumbled under my breath.
I got swiftly to my feet, sparing one glance at my reflection from a dusty mirror which stood in one corner of the room. Since I already was in my jeans, I took my medium length coat from the coat hanger and slid into it. I wrapped a white cravat around my neck and tucked it into my coat, and checked that my wand – a 10 inch, black birch wood with a core made of cold iron, with blue steel wire binding – was safely tucked in my coat pocket. Finally, I pushed back a few stray strands of my somewhat long hair so that I wouldn't look like I'd stayed up the entire night.
I tucked From Legend to Reality under my arm and stepped out into the cold morning air. It was about 4 in the morning and the sun has yet to rise. The well-fitting scuffed boots kept my feet comfortably warm as I walked out of my house.
There was no way I could disapparate so close to my farmhouse. The area around my house was coated with layers upon layers with protective spells, warding enchantments, and anything you could think off. Well, when you've got a job like mine, one could never be too careful.
I hastened my steps and lengthened my strides, finally reaching the end of a deserted street. Only one flickering street lamp helped to illuminate the road. I'd reached the edge of the boundary of spells.
Picturing Archie's bungalow, or should I say mansion, I turned on the spot and vanished into the night.
Edwin Whittaker, 20, Male
When Georgina – or Ana, for short – summons you to her office, you will start to feel a certain numbness in your fingers. Beads of sweat would roll down your spine and forehead, and your heart would feel as though claws were reaching to steal it. All in all, it was definitely not a good feeling.
How would I know?
Easy. Just no more than thirty minutes ago, I had experienced that. And to add, I wasn't even that type of person who would cower in the corner just because I was scared. I may look like a timid teen who gets bullied in school. But one should not judge the book by its cover. I'm a calm person, the levelheaded one. The guy who could wiggle his way out of any problem by pulling my famous 'dumb and confused' look.
That was the effect Ana had on everyone. If she caught any monkey business, you're dead.
Luckily for me, Ana didn't call me to her office because I did something wrong. She needed me for business.
"Will you be up to the job?" asked Ana sweetly, her head tilted to one side.
I was not a fool. When she asked that question, there was only one answer you could give. And her smiling face? I knew it was all for show.
"I will manage, Miss Liao." I nodded.
Ana considered him. She placed her hands delicately on the top knee of her crossed legs.
"I know you will. Or die trying, because you know what would await should you fail." Her voice was cold now, and a hardness could be detected it her eyes.
I steeled my nerves and barely managed to keep my gaze on her. "I understand. If I fail, you will turn me in to the Ministry and lock me up in a cell in Azkaban to rot."
Deep in my heart, there was a bubble of anger which swelled at her words. I never enjoyed being pushed around and asked to do things. Perhaps if Ana had asked nicely, I would feel differently about carrying out her orders. I forced to keep down any emotions that threatened to show on my face. She was my superior; my boss. If I spoke up, or disagreed in any way, she was capable of doing a lot worse. So I bit my tongue and swallowed my words.
Her face still showed no emotions as she replied, "I am glad you understand the consequences. Now leave. It would not do to be late for the Order meeting."
"Yes, Miss Liao." I agreed.
"On your way out, please tell Amber to come in. I wish to have a word with her to discuss the timely capture of Darren Lancaster. The tables have turned, the Shadow Agents have the upper hand, and Lancaster can provide us with valuable information. You are dismissed."
I bowed, then turned and tried to flee from her office as quickly as I could.
Doing exactly as what Ana told me, I found Amber and passed the message to her. Then I ran my sweaty palms through my short, wavy, dark brown hair and heaved a sigh of relief.
However, I knew things would get much more complicated from here. I would have to play everything out perfectly. One wrong move and I'd be caught by the order.
If I pulled this off, I would be a master of emotions and a two faced Agent. An undercover Shadow Agent sent to lure the Order into false security. This was my forte, of course. I knew the basics of changing my expression from angry to cheerful to teary in less than a second. I was in my element. This was spying at its finest.
I took the uneven stone steps two at a time, reaching the second level where the more important Shadow Agents had their bedrooms. Okay, not so much of a bedroom actually. It's more of a private space which also contained my bed. The walls were actually rocks.
See, the Shadow Agent's headquarters was located in the middle of a vast expense of forest, hidden away from the rest of the world. A thick canopy of leaves shielded the Shadow Agent's base from unfriendly, prying eyes. Assuming the protective enchantments allow you to see our headquarters, from an aerial view, you could make up a large cave with grey rocks. All around the entrance of this cave, there were sturdy iron gates stretching to the highest branches. It kept outsiders out and insiders in.
Back in my room, I reached for a travelling pack. I knew I wouldn't come back until my mission was complete, and that could take some time. I snatched a few jeans and casual clothing, stuffed a few more essential belongings and slung the pack over my shoulders. Then I slid my wand up my sleeve, took one more look at my room, and marched downstairs.
I left the headquarters and strode over to the iron gates. The guards recognized me as usual, and gave a respectful nod in my direction, allowing me to pass the gates. Just beyond the threshold, I focused on the Order's headquarters – Archibald Leonhardt's huge house – before spinning on the spot and disappearing without a trace.
Thanks to motordog for Niko Ingham and capricorn66 for Edwin Whittaker!
If your character has not yet made an appearance or if they were only mentioned briefly, I promise I'll get to them soon. I'll make sure every character has their own POV.
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