Hey guys this is my first fanfic so the cringe-o-meter is cranked up to 500%. I already made this on Wattpad but I'd like to share it with you anyway :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
Edit: Oh right, and I changed to cover. The art isn't mine either.
A cat paced around the clearing. She was a tabby, with black spectacle markings blending with her gray fur. Her darting eyes and perked-up ears could tell you that she was waiting for someone to turn up.
Somewhere nearby rustled, and she tensed, ready to turn back into her true form and give the intruder a surprise. It turned out to be a centaur.
He looked around and found the cat, and nodded at her. In an instant, she turned back into a witch. "I've been waiting for hours. Why were you so late?"
Chiron sighed. "Minerva, I've been fetching another...friend to join us."
"Who is it?"
In response, Chiron tossed out something from a pack he was carrying. Surprised, Professor McGonagall caught it and stared at the severed head. "Is this some kind of joke?" she demanded. It wasn't the most surprising thing she'd seen, but she didn't know whether to be offended, curious, or calling the Ministry to report a centaur killing random people and tossing their heads like confetti.
"No." Chiron sighed. "Anyway, I assume you can create water, right?" Shooting the centaur a look, Minerva muttered, "Aguamenti!" a stream of water shot out from her wand and splashed onto the head.
And to absolutely no one's great surprise, the head came to life. It (he?) glared reproachfully at Chiron. "Did you have to put me in the bag? It's very annoying to be dry and-," the head stopped talking, looking at Professor McGonagall. "Oooh! There's a witch! Haven't seen them in a handful of centuries! They're rather hard to find, but I hope I can get them to play pachinko." it said wistfully.
"I forgot to introduce myself. It's Mimir, also known as Lord Mimir, guardian of the Well of Knowledge, inventor of baseball caps, the list goes on! Chiron told me you had something important to tell, correct?"
Minerva suddenly rushed in, "Yes, yes. I come to ask you for help. As you know," (she shot a look at Chiron to tell his severed head about this afterward). "Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort in the last wizarding war, fifteen years ago. The wizarding community thought that was the last we would see of him."
She continued, her voice becoming drier and drier with every word she said. "Of course, some of us thought that he would rise again. We were proved correct only two years ago. This year, Voldemort has come out into the open."
"It is time to act, though Dumbledore thinks we shouldn't send children of the gods unless absolutely necessary. But Sybill and Firenze have foreseen that we need to recruit the demigods to win the second war, although I do hate divination," she added distastefully. Minerva then droned on,
"I'm sorry to trouble you with a war that has absolutely nothing to do with you, but demigods only have to protect Harry Potter, make sure he doesn't kill himself, et cetera, the usual." She finished.
Chiron and Mimir had a heated discussion about whether to do this (mostly about Chiron wanting to help and Mimir saying he had to check on his gambling dens). In the end, the centaur convinced the inventor of baseball caps to send some of the demigods to protect the 'Chosen One' by telling him that if the Dark Lord started Ragnarok, there were fewer wizards, then there would be fewer pachinko-players.
The sun was setting in the forbidden forest, and the centaurs from the forest greeted Chiron and exchanged news. (After all, it wasn't every day that you get to meet someone from another country) Then, Chiron, taking Mimir and shoving him into his bag, fiddled with a small golden trinket and vanished.
Well, I hope you like it. Not super original, I know, but that's me.