Harry Potter And The Cup Of Resurrection
Prologue
Night covered the blinding halo of day and replaced it with the diamond studded blanket of stars. The constellation visible clearly at the late hour. In some parts of Great Britain, the night sky was clogged with the hectic, rush and toiling of Muggles as they raced through doing things that could be done with magic in seconds. But the sky here was clear here.
The desolate moors of Scotland, to any Muggle, looked just like any other moor. But here, was something magically constructed. Libra Stellar Observatory grew out of the ranging moors. It was like a fish out of water. It tall thin shape a contrast to the low, rolling hills of the region.
The white stone tower was set on top of a large hill. The tower was easily over fifty meters high, and was topped by a large curved dome, the curved dome was a thin, enchanted glass, with bronze arches holding it up. Light wafted slowly out of the dome, about ten meters in diameter. Inside, the large lens of the telescope was being shifted slowly into place.
The long, bronze tube was being slowly revolved upon the large wheels that it was set upon. The first wheel was set on it's side mounted on a pedestal on the floor, with another dissecting the middle. The second wheel was standing up, the body of the telescope on it. The bottom wheel adjusted the direction, the second adjusted the elevation. Three witches and two wizards were pushing the wheel around and around. Holding onto large jutting spokes they pushed, slowly, step by step as they trudged slowly towards the goal, a line of white paint.
Finally they reached the line, and they let go of the spokes, puffing. The telescope couldn't be moved due to several charms placed on it to keep the lens from moving, if a charm was used to move the telescope, the lens would go out of alignment. The group the walked over to a another wheel, sprouting out of the ground a few meters away from the telescope. This wheel also had spokes. The grabbed onto the them, and they pushed. The wheel turned. The middle wheel began to move, it moved back, bringing the telescope up on a angle. They began to counted out aloud the number rotations. "One" They said softly, a ghostly chorus of peoples, "Two" They called, "Three" The telescoped had been elevate about 30 degrees. "Four" 40 degrees "Five" 50 degrees. They stopped.
A wizard rushed forwards towards they end of the telescope, and looked up into the sky with it. "There!" He called gleefully. The labors had been fruitful, finally after months of hunting through the ancient records of Hogwarts, and all the great libraries, and now all research the had finally paid off. There, in sky, the object of their researchers desires. And it was hurtled downwards.
A single comet, a single comet he saw through the lens. A beautiful sight at that. A blue trail of fames danced along the tail of the ball of frozen rock and ice. A halo of flames also began to dance at the nose of the comet, it had entered the atmosphere. They looked up, to see a blinking blue light in the sky, falling towards them.
The wizard looking through telescope began to count, "Five, four, three, two , one" Nothing. The comet kept going. Waves of disbelief washed over him. "This can't be!" He cried. A witch walked hurriedly over to him "What's wrong!?" The wizard stuttered out "It's not burning up" The witch's mouth fell open.
The comet blazed through the upper atmosphere, unhindered, as the gas began to ignite from friction. A trail of brilliant orange and red began to coat the comet,as it plunged downwards.
Through the telescope the wizard looked, and saw the comet go red, but not explode, just as should have. "It must be..." He began in a awe struck voice, riddle with fear as well. But unfortunately, he never got finish the sentence as the chaos began. The wizard looking through the telescope suddenly cried out, and the lens turned red, and began to smoke white smoke. The it exploded. Glass flew outwards hurled at a very high velocity.
The wizard at the telescope struggled back. Glass shards tearing opened his face. He screamed a scream of utter terror, madden terror, at the point of hysteria. Blood with covering his face, as many facet of glass dung into his face, clawing at his eyes, ripping apart his skin. He let a finally scream, a bloody holes in his eyes, where both white fluid and blood oozed out, dripping onto his robes. Before he died.
The telescope then proceeded to explode into a massive fireball, lighting up the night sky to tremendous effect, and also blowing apart it's supports and nearly destroying the floor. It erupted under the witches and wizards feet, heaving them up of the ground as it splintered at every angle. The glass shattered above them, a painful rain of sharpened glass fell to earth. Then the torches floating in the air fell, set the ground a light, turning the top of the tower into a burning hell.
Witches and wizards cried as their skull were mushed under a five ton bronze support, or engulfed into the hellish inferno taking the top of the tower. A wizard staggered up, blood dripping from his face, arm and side. His left eye was burnt away, and his robes were unrecognizable. He sunk to the ground. Looking up at the fireball in the sky. He mouth a silent prayer. "They've returned" he said, scarcely audible, before the top of the tower gave way, and collapsed. The towers stone blew apart as a burning heap of rubble collapsed, tearing down floor, after floor, people cried, tried to cast spells, to no avail, they died, screaming. Finally the tower lay on the ground, a mass of white rubble and small fires. The air suddenly felt colder, darker, and black flames sprouted up around the rubble. Melting the stones, charring the bodies. The tower was gone. Any record of what they were doing, was gone.
Mercilessly, the sun spread it burning rays across the red soil of the Australian outback. The ground was cracked because of the nearly endless hours of basking in the burning rays of the sun. Far out from Darwin, a single house stood. Not a large house, just a plain small house. It was home to a single man, a hermit.
A large group of horse in a paddock surrounded the house. They stamped unhappily and snorted in the heat. A sudden sounded of galloping hooves sounded the arrival of the hermit. He rode atop a brown mare, a air rifle in his left hand, his right on the reins. He'd just finished chasing the last of the dingoes away from his property, he just couldn't stand the flea infested beast.
He rode up to the house, and got of his horse. He was too thirsty to be bothered to put it back into the paddock, so he left it there. He walked into the cool confines of his small home. A plain hall led up to the kitchen. Old boards of wood covered the ground, and blue paint was spread neatly across the walls. He reached the kitchen.
A plain, again, wooden table was before him. To his left, an aging refrigerator hummed. Walking to the refrigerator, he pulled out a can of beer, opened it, and began gulping down the alcoholic fluid. Finishing his gulp, he walked outside. He leaned against the wall, looking over the bleak landscape, it maybe bleak, but it was a sight he liked. He would stay this way for the rest of his life, he thought. How wrong could he be.
He glanced up at the sky, the sun , the clouds, a large fireball speeding towards his land at high speeds, A LARGE FIREBALL?! His mouth fell open. He ran out of his house to get a better view. It was like a a second sun falling to earth, near his land, no ,not near, IN his land, in HIS paddock. His horse was still there, he mounted, gun still in hand, he galloped towards it. Loading his rifle in the process.
He raced across his land, past the paddock and every thing else. He saw the comet go down near the edge of his land, with a massive explosion, earth flung high into the sky, a trail of steam and smoke rising from the sight. His horse bucked, and he just hung on, digging his heels in, he raced on.
Finally he reached the sight. The comet was not visible, a large hole was there instead, the ground around it was charred black. Plants, what little there were, burnt to a crisp. Cracks in the earth signified the force of the blast.
He approached cautiously. Slowly step by step he advanced, slowly, slowly. He suddenly tripped upon a crack, and fell forwards, his rifle going of. He covered his ears as he fell, hoping he hadn't been hit. He wasn't 'Thank God' he thought, but he had nothing to thank him for, he felt his foot caught upon something as he got up. He looked down, and saw a dead black vine on his leg, he grabbed it and pulled.
The ground shook as he pulled, and in a moment, the cracks in the ground sprouted up, vines wrapping around him, black vine, thorns covering them. He screamed, eyes wide with terror as the vines entwined him, and began to drag him to the comet, he desperately tried to reloaded his rifle, only to find the barrel bent.
He struggled, but found the vines tightening. He finally stopped. He struggled more, to find himself so tight, he could hardly breath, and then he heard. What's is this, a mortal, haaahaaa! He nearly passed out, a voice, who, why? A good host you say, muscular, strong, I don't think so, but still a few modification would do good, and make a decent host, bring him here.
The vines loosened, and he broke free only for a moment, but his legs were instantly wrapped again in vine, he fell to the ground, wave of laughter break into his mind. Oh, you struggle, you have spirit, that's good, you'll be a good host, but not alive you wont. Vine wrapped round his neck, and then, his neck snapped, bone shattering in his neck , his throat crushed, he died. Looking up into the sky. Slowly, the body was dragged to the comet. Evil, had returned.
Please R&R, I hope you like it. I'll try to write more, but try is the main word.
Paladin Starfire
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, his enemies and friends belong to J.K Rowling & Warner Brothers as well as all magical item and creatures etc. All other characters, monsters, creatures and items are owned by me. Unless they are mention in one of J.K.R's books.
