Oooook, after an absence of too many months, we have decided to write good
ol' Harry Potter fics again!
Warning: There will be slash later on! So, homophobes, shoo, and I would
like to say this in my defence before we get any flames: We write what we
know!
Oh, and there's two original characters who are not Mary Sues, I promise!
This is going to be based on a dream that Wyv had, so it's bound to be a
bit. weird!
Love yer all! (especially if you review!)
Bel xxxx
***
It was a typical autumn evening. The sky was slowly getting darker as the biting cold wind blew more and more clouds into the void of the sky. The clouds were heavy and black with the promise of rain. The girl shivered and pulled her cloak tighter about her.
She sat in the shadow of the Forbidden Forest, glaring towards the castle. It was probably not the safest place to be in these dark times, but then, where was while Voldemort was gathering strength? Besides, she had nowhere else to go; she certainly wasn't going to go back to her parents' place after this.
They'd kicked her out! Over a simple misunderstanding! Okay, so Unicorn blood was illegal under the International Federation of Wizards Convention of 1678, but how could she have known that it would explode when added to an Invisibility Potion? And it wasn't her that actually put the stuff in, she'd just urged Ewan to put it in his potion, and he had.
Well, she would miss Ewan, and no doubt his parents will forever think of her as the most evil being in the multiverse, but it wasn't really an expelling offence, for fuck's sake, it was just a student prank that backfired.
She tilted her head to one side, as if listening to someone that only she could hear. She smiled and said, "Yeah, that's right. I'm sorry, hon." She turned to look at the invisible speaker, and waved her right hand in a complicated pattern. "I'll talk to you later. I need to think about what I'm going to do."
That's odd, she mused. Ewan wasn't visible, even in Hogwarts' strong magical field. Well, he was visible to her, but then she was. different. Oh well, she resolved to talk to him about it later. Now that he'd contacted her she would be able to recall him from whatever paradise or hell or other dimension he'd created for himself. It was one of the many things she was extremely good at.
She hugged the two pieces of her broken wand to her chest, and swore under her breath. The snapping of the wand didn't bother her so much, if she really concentrated she didn't need a wand at all, but what it symbolised bothered her. They'd expelled her, and she was so powerful! Well, she'd show them, she didn't need Hogwarts, or it's stupid rules or it's stupid teachers. She'd go and study by herself, become the best there ever was, and then she'd get her revenge on those who had cast her out.
There was a movement in the air behind her, and she rolled her eyes.
"If that's you back again, Ewan." she began.
"I'm not Ewan." She turned to face the speaker. A slim man, maybe ten, fifteen years older than her, was leaning against a tree with his arms folded. He had two studs in his lower lip, and his long dark blond fringe was tucked back behind his ears. His robes were so black that his head appeared to be floating in the gloom. She instinctively reached out to read the shape of his mind, as she did whenever she met someone new, and felt like she had run into a brick wall.
"Now, now, Miss Hawkes, don't you know it's rude to read a stranger's mind?"
"How else will I know whether or not to trust you?" she replied, rubbing her temples.
"Try conversation. It's a skill that, sadly, so many of the great witches and wizards of our time lack. What is your name?"
"But you just called me."
"Humour me. What is your name?"
"Ellen Hawkes. Yours?"
"Clemens Steigleder." They shook hands.
"So, Clemens. I take it you're from Germany?"
"It's the accent, isn't it? It always gives me away!" Clemens grinned. "Yes, I am from Germany. I went to the Bavarian Institute of Advanced Magical Practice for three years, until I got expelled. They said it was a tragic accident that could have happened to anyone, but I know that they got rid of me because I was getting too powerful, and they couldn't harness that power any longer."
"There is no Bavarian Institute of Advanced Magical Practice. I would have heard of it if there was."
"That's true. There's not one. not now, anyway. Fifteen years ago I made the same promises that you've been making. Ten years ago I got my wish. The German Ministry of Magic covered the whole thing up, and rewrote the history books so that the Institute never existed. And, the last I heard, they had the Huntsekker looking out for me." Clemens laughed. Ellen shivered. Huntsekker, the most feared tracker in the world. He had never failed to track down anyone he was sent after, and it had been mainly thanks to him that they had been able to round up the majority of the Death Eaters. He had a reputation for being cruel and barbaric in his methods of inquisition, and it was said that he could keep a man on the brink of death for a month.
"You should be careful. Huntsekker is not known for being nice."
"He won't catch me. I'm too powerful. There is only one person I'm not sure that I would be able to defeat, and I'm looking at her."
"Me? But what can I."
"I've been following your progress for a long time, Miss Hawkes. You have an immense potential. You have a lot of power, and with the right training you could be the most powerful witch the world has ever seen."
"But where can I get the training I need?"
"From me. That's why I came here. I could teach you everything you need to know. And you won't have to worry about Voldemort or anything like that. Where we're going is completely safe."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Take my hand and look into my eyes." Ellen did so, and shuddered as Clemens opened his mind to her. After ten minutes, she let go and looked away, shaking.
"Okay. I'll go with you. It's not like I have anywhere else to go."
"Good girl." Clemens grinned, and the grin made Ellen hesitate - there was something strange in that grin, something slightly. hungry? But Clemens grabbed her hand and muttered something under his breath, and before she knew it the world whirled and she was lost in a maze of colour and sound.
***
It was a typical autumn evening. The sky was slowly getting darker as the biting cold wind blew more and more clouds into the void of the sky. The clouds were heavy and black with the promise of rain. The girl shivered and pulled her cloak tighter about her.
She sat in the shadow of the Forbidden Forest, glaring towards the castle. It was probably not the safest place to be in these dark times, but then, where was while Voldemort was gathering strength? Besides, she had nowhere else to go; she certainly wasn't going to go back to her parents' place after this.
They'd kicked her out! Over a simple misunderstanding! Okay, so Unicorn blood was illegal under the International Federation of Wizards Convention of 1678, but how could she have known that it would explode when added to an Invisibility Potion? And it wasn't her that actually put the stuff in, she'd just urged Ewan to put it in his potion, and he had.
Well, she would miss Ewan, and no doubt his parents will forever think of her as the most evil being in the multiverse, but it wasn't really an expelling offence, for fuck's sake, it was just a student prank that backfired.
She tilted her head to one side, as if listening to someone that only she could hear. She smiled and said, "Yeah, that's right. I'm sorry, hon." She turned to look at the invisible speaker, and waved her right hand in a complicated pattern. "I'll talk to you later. I need to think about what I'm going to do."
That's odd, she mused. Ewan wasn't visible, even in Hogwarts' strong magical field. Well, he was visible to her, but then she was. different. Oh well, she resolved to talk to him about it later. Now that he'd contacted her she would be able to recall him from whatever paradise or hell or other dimension he'd created for himself. It was one of the many things she was extremely good at.
She hugged the two pieces of her broken wand to her chest, and swore under her breath. The snapping of the wand didn't bother her so much, if she really concentrated she didn't need a wand at all, but what it symbolised bothered her. They'd expelled her, and she was so powerful! Well, she'd show them, she didn't need Hogwarts, or it's stupid rules or it's stupid teachers. She'd go and study by herself, become the best there ever was, and then she'd get her revenge on those who had cast her out.
There was a movement in the air behind her, and she rolled her eyes.
"If that's you back again, Ewan." she began.
"I'm not Ewan." She turned to face the speaker. A slim man, maybe ten, fifteen years older than her, was leaning against a tree with his arms folded. He had two studs in his lower lip, and his long dark blond fringe was tucked back behind his ears. His robes were so black that his head appeared to be floating in the gloom. She instinctively reached out to read the shape of his mind, as she did whenever she met someone new, and felt like she had run into a brick wall.
"Now, now, Miss Hawkes, don't you know it's rude to read a stranger's mind?"
"How else will I know whether or not to trust you?" she replied, rubbing her temples.
"Try conversation. It's a skill that, sadly, so many of the great witches and wizards of our time lack. What is your name?"
"But you just called me."
"Humour me. What is your name?"
"Ellen Hawkes. Yours?"
"Clemens Steigleder." They shook hands.
"So, Clemens. I take it you're from Germany?"
"It's the accent, isn't it? It always gives me away!" Clemens grinned. "Yes, I am from Germany. I went to the Bavarian Institute of Advanced Magical Practice for three years, until I got expelled. They said it was a tragic accident that could have happened to anyone, but I know that they got rid of me because I was getting too powerful, and they couldn't harness that power any longer."
"There is no Bavarian Institute of Advanced Magical Practice. I would have heard of it if there was."
"That's true. There's not one. not now, anyway. Fifteen years ago I made the same promises that you've been making. Ten years ago I got my wish. The German Ministry of Magic covered the whole thing up, and rewrote the history books so that the Institute never existed. And, the last I heard, they had the Huntsekker looking out for me." Clemens laughed. Ellen shivered. Huntsekker, the most feared tracker in the world. He had never failed to track down anyone he was sent after, and it had been mainly thanks to him that they had been able to round up the majority of the Death Eaters. He had a reputation for being cruel and barbaric in his methods of inquisition, and it was said that he could keep a man on the brink of death for a month.
"You should be careful. Huntsekker is not known for being nice."
"He won't catch me. I'm too powerful. There is only one person I'm not sure that I would be able to defeat, and I'm looking at her."
"Me? But what can I."
"I've been following your progress for a long time, Miss Hawkes. You have an immense potential. You have a lot of power, and with the right training you could be the most powerful witch the world has ever seen."
"But where can I get the training I need?"
"From me. That's why I came here. I could teach you everything you need to know. And you won't have to worry about Voldemort or anything like that. Where we're going is completely safe."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Take my hand and look into my eyes." Ellen did so, and shuddered as Clemens opened his mind to her. After ten minutes, she let go and looked away, shaking.
"Okay. I'll go with you. It's not like I have anywhere else to go."
"Good girl." Clemens grinned, and the grin made Ellen hesitate - there was something strange in that grin, something slightly. hungry? But Clemens grabbed her hand and muttered something under his breath, and before she knew it the world whirled and she was lost in a maze of colour and sound.