Hi everyone! So I was unhappy with this first chapter and was wondering whether I should re-do it, it was one kind reviewer's words that convinced me. Hope you guys enjoy!
Raven Moss and the Philosopher's Stone
Chapter 1
The Boy Who Lived
Mr and Mrs. Moss were typical pure-bloods, they had followed the dark lord Voldemort like over-eager dogs for the first wizarding war. Their family darkness was rivalled only by the Blacks and Malfoys, each of their children was brought up with stories of how noble Voldemort was. They lived in a large mansion deep in the woods of England, isolated from both Muggles and other wizards.
Corvis Moss sported slicked-back black hair and was tall and skeletal, he dressed in only the finest suits which made him slightly intimidating. He worked in the department of magical creatures, often acting as though he was above the average Ministry worker. Avery Moss was "Paler than the moon, with hair blacker than a raven's feathers." as her husband often described her, and was constantly dressed as if she was at a funeral. They had many children, all were accomplished dark wizards that were praised by their family for their wits and ambition.
It was a cold, dreary morning when Mr. Moss straightened the tie on his best suit, today was a special day. He grimaced as beautiful fireworks exploded from over the hills, illuminating the sky with flashes of gold, red and silver. Mrs. Moss gave him a peck on the cheek, leaving a black lip-stain. He smiled thinly at her.
"You know what to do." He whispered hoarsely.
"I know, but it makes my heart weep to do something like this." She sighed and pulled her wand from her pocket, pointing it at her husband. "Obliviate."
Mr. Moss looked slightly dazed for a second, then smiled at her. He grabbed a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.
"Ministry of Magic." He said clearly, disappearing into a burst of acid-green flame.
He stepped out into the ministry, hardly fazed by the wonder that surrounded him. He scoffed under his breath as he noticed most wizards hadn't come in to work, while most of the ones that had were still wearing festive pins or decorations.
"Not in the mood for celebrating, eh?"
Corvis turned to see a small, round man looking up at him through narrowed eyes.
"Ah, Fennick. I of course am overjoyed for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's defeat, but I find it hard to celebrate when I must face such an unfair accusation." He replied calmly.
"I have my eye on you! I swear you're up to something!" Fennick squeaked, rising up higher on his heels as he turned red.
"I don't understand what you mean." After casting Fennick a good-natured smile, he turned on his heel and headed for the elevator, avoiding eye-contact with other employees.
He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button that would take him to the court rooms, trying to stay cool under the pressure. The door closed and he was travelling down, until the door screeched open again, revealing an empty hallway.
Corvis took a deep breath and walked down the hallway until he got to a heavy wooden door. Mustering all his willpower, he turned the nob and walked inside, immediately greeted by a roar of insults.
"Traitor!"
"Death Eater!"
He smiled and waved at them, before being escorted by two aurors to a chair, where his hands were cuffed to the armrests. A red Barty Crouch eventually managed to calm the angry wizards.
"Corvis Fen Moss! You are under suspect for being a Death Eater, and doing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's bidding! How do you defend yourself?" Crouch challenged him, his eyes searching Corvis up and down.
"It was horrible, one minute I was duelling some Death Eaters in my home, trying to stop them from hurting my beautiful wife, the next I felt so calm and at peace. I couldn't control my own body!" He said what he thought was the truth, already he could see some of the court's angry faces turning to ones of pity.
"So you claim you where under the effects of the Imperious curse for the entire ordeal?" Crouch questioned
"Yes, I believe so. I would never do any of those terrible things in my right frame of mind." He looked up at the crowd sadly, watching with satisfaction as more and more of them softened.
"That will be tested now, if you would kindly drink the veritaserum." Crouch smirked confidently as Corvis drank the liquid that was in the cup in front of him.
"Now, I'll cut straight to the point. Did you follow He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as one of his death eaters?" The Minister of Magic leaned back smugly, while all the other members of court leaned forward in anticipation.
"No." Corvis' words were met with a deafening silence, Crouch's jaw was hanging open in shock. One of the wizards who had escorted him in checked the cup.
"He drank it all." The wizard informed them.
Suddenly the court broke into heated discussion, trying to figure out how he could have lied.
"SILENCE!" Crouch, now even redder, shouted.
"If he has drunk all the Veritaserum, then there is nothing left to discuss. Corvis, you are hearby free to go."
Corvis was released from the chair and walked out of the room, smiling happily. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button that would take him to the Department of Magical Creatures.