P.G 13 Action/Horror Harry Potter Fan Fiction.
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are taken from the original Harry Potter by J.K Rowling. This fiction has not been written for commercial purposes. All rights are reserved.
The Ambient Dark.
(Stinging cold winds)
It was a dark summer night. Though it was raining, the noise of the raindrops was not enough to end the wilderness of the night. Instead, they were making it more mysterious. It was for the first time that there was no one on the platform, except one man.
A man was sitting on a bench looking into the sky which was blotted out by the dark, bellowing clouds. He was wearing rusty black robes and was hooded like a ranger. His face was not to be seen under the shadow of the hood and the faint light. It seemed that he was expecting something.
Suddenly, there was a long, rhythmic whistle and a massive train emerged from the dense darkness. Its head light was pale and faint in the dark. The train stopped with a screechy noise and in no time, youths started sprawling out from the narrow doors of the train compartments. All huddled in their raincoats, they were curiously looking here and there as if seeking some one expected. The hooded man stood up as if this was what he was waiting for.
Suddenly, another man, who was rather huge, came dashing from the entrance of the station, stumbling on his way. He had a gigantic body and a massive beard. His bushy hairs were coming down his waist. He was wearing wild green robes and was holding a lamp in his hand; right one to be precise. He was the keeper of grames and keys of Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry.
"Sorry I am late, it was for the first time they weren't obeying me!" he said to the hooded man, who had had come by his side by now, "you get the boy; I will take care of the rest".
The man obeyed and started to look for the boy.
"Everyone, come here, don't be shy......First years, hurry up you kids"
Eventually, the man found what he was looking for. He spotted a tall, skinny boy among a group of senior students. He was wearing a round-frame glasses and he had jet black hairs. The man headed towards the boy and said:
"Harry Potter, there is not much time to explain, come with me" His voice was strong and deep.
Harry, who was almost surprised by his unfamiliar appearance and gloomy, looks said: "And who are you supposed to be?"
"I guess you cant hear properly, I said there is no time" he said curtly.
"I said who are you?" Harry shrugged.
"Do you want me to petrify you?" the man said angrily.
Hagrid, who located the confusion came quickly and asked Harry to go with him.
"But who is..."
"He is the member of the order and don't waste time!" Hagrid interrupted before Harry could finish.
"Come with me" the man repeated.
Having no alternative left, Harry obeyed him. They made their way to a threstle (as you may remember...the bony flying creature only visible to those who had seen death).
"This is the fastest transport, we can't risk broomsticks" he said.
"Will somebody tell me what's going on?" Harry's curiosity was at its highest ebb.
"Why don't you understand, we cant risk... NO NO NO" he reiterated.
They mounted the beast and according to the instruction given, it rose to the swift path of the sky. Harry remembered the night he flew for the Department of mysteries to confront his worst fear. They beast flew swiftly and in no time, they were on the grounds of the castle of Hogwarts. The beast scuttled to the forest as soon as they dismounted it. They headed for the Castle's entrance. Harry suddenly felt at home but something was pricking in his mind. Why someone unknown to him would ask him to come with him? Something must be very wrong, or something important! Never has such a thing happened. Never have been the grounds of Hogwarts so grim and dark.
They went through the corridors and in front of the statue which was supposed to be the entrance of the head master's office, Professor Albus P.W.B Dumbledore."Sherbat Lemon" said the man in his deep voice and the statue got to a side, revealing a spiral staircase behind the wall. They went up the stairs and entered the office.
"Is he going to hear that Snape's been fired?" he was still feeling funny, "How could Dumbledore call him to his office at this time?" Strange questions were popping up in his mind. He couldn't understand anything. He was expecting a new song from the sorting hat but what's this? Why hasn't the school been decorated with candles floating in mid-air and the silky flags of each house? Something is very wrong, or is the School closed?
His thinking was quite to the point. The current events testify. There has been a massacre around the wizarding world and the muggle world as well. Although there hasn't been much clamour that Voldemort is active, this was almost out of question for the people; thanks to Fudge's movement of "obliviating" people. But this was, on the same very dangerous for many people. The unexpected is always disastrous. But the rebirth of Voldemort happened in front of him. And two years is a good time to acquire sufficient power. Maybe more! After all, Harry's scar has almost killed him by the constant excruciating pains. However, there wasn't time for thinking these things.
As Harry entered the office, he felt something strange. Though nothing had changed, as Harry perceived, the atmosphere was very awkward. There were those same pictures of the former Head Masters of Hogwarts on the walls, all having a grim countenance. "Something is wrong" was printed ominously on their façade. As he went further, he saw the Hogwarts staff there. Snape was standing facing the wall, rolling his hairs as usual. He seemed to be in a deep thought. Dumbledore was sitting on his seat, gaping at Fawkes. The Breath-taking bird was cleaning its feathers. Its wings were blazing with vibrant colours. Professor McGonagall was cleaning her hat. Much to Harry's surprise, she wasn't using magic which she usually did. Just cleaning with her hands, or brushing. Harry was surprised to see Lupin there. He thought that he might be his Dark Arts teacher, something which pleased him a lot. Professor Sibyll Trelawney, looking more mysterious than ever, was busy examining the room, as if she had been there for the first time. She was veiling her face with the strange sort of a cloth wrapped around her hand. Professor Flitwick was levitating some feathers of phoenix; trying to keep him busy. Harry's desire to listen to anything was at it lowest ebb; the atmosphere was to be blamed.
Dumbledore broke the long silence and said: "Ahh! Harry, I have been expecting you. There is something important..........."
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