It was a cool yet windy Tuesday night in late August. The moon, only half
crescent, was hiding behind a think blanket of clouds. The wind rustled
through the trees knocking branches into each other. There seemed to be no
life in the bushes and forest except for a pair of yellow eyes staring
straight ahead. A pair of old glass windows busted open in the girls
dormitory of Hamlin School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hamlin was a castle-
like school aging back to the early e1800s when it was built by its founder
Samson Hamlin, a famous wizard still well known. The eastern wall was
completely over grown with ivy and roses and black birds perched themselves
on the rooftop. It was placed on a small island outside of America called
Isla Illume. No muggle (None magic folk) has ever set foot on the island
let alone come 20 feet near the island, it has been kept a secret for
centuries, except to the wizarding community. A girl by the name of Abby
stood up out of her set in front of the fireplace and shut the windows for
the second time that night. She had straight, shoulder length thick blonde
hair, blue eyes and stood 5'6". She gazed out the window hoping to see
stars tonight, but no luck. She sighed, a bit of annoyance in her voice,
and sauntered back over to her seat. She looked around the girls' meeting
room and then back to the five friends sitting in front of her.
"No luck tonight?" asked the girl to her far right.
"Same as last night Amber," she replied. Amber's eyes became heavy and she returned back to her book, Quidditch: Now and then.
"Better luck tomorrow night," the girl to her far left said with a hint of hope in her voice.
"One can only hope Rosalina," Abby smiled slightly.
"Don't forget, Professor Kemmerich has called a meeting tonight," informed a girl sitting next to Rosalina.
"Who could forget Megan?" Rosalina answered.
"What time?" asked a girl sitting next to Amber.
"Um, let me think, nine o' clock I think. Why do you want to know Silvia?" Megan wondered.
"Probably wants to get there on time, you know her," the girl between Silvia and Megan joked.
"Ha! Not funny Madison," Abby snapped and stood up.
"Geez, I was only kidding. Anyway it's 8:58, better hurry or Wegeler will have kittens, literally. After all he is an animagus," Madison added. The girls laughed and gathered their belongings such as robes, wands, and books then made their way down to the main hall for the meeting.
In the main hall, seven tables were set up, one for each year. The six girls took their seats at the seventh table on the end. At one end sat a very elderly man who glared at them as they entered the room. He had a long, thin and aging face and almost transparent hair. This was none other than Professor Wegeler, head of the seventh years. At the very front of the room was a very long table and a wise looking man. His robes shone silver in the light, he had a long and wise face and raven black hair. Wegeler tapped his goblet with his wand sending a metal hiss throughout the room grabbing students' attentions away from their conversation. Kemmerich, the man in the front, rose out of his seat once all was quiet and raised his hands, directing students' attention to him.
"Students, as you all know, another year has come and we would like to welcome our new first years," he motioned towards the first table, "Quidditch practice starts in a weeks time and good luck to you all." His face grew long and worried, his eyes lost their twinkle and seemed heavier than usual as he continued on. "Now onto more grave and important news, dark times are upon use and some of you may be in danger, but do not fret, we will do all in our power to keep you safe. If need be, you may leave, but we would like the year to continue just like any other. Now with that being said, may the feast begin!"
The big wooden doors in the back of the room swung open and a spin-chilling wind blew through blowing their only sources of light out. Some girls from the first and second year tables screamed out of surprise, some jumped. Outlines of black figures entered the room and moved along the sidewalls and yellow eyes glowed from the doorway.
"Where are they?" demanded a cold and violent voice.
"Don't panic!" rang Kemmerich's voice.
Abby could feel Amber shaking from fear next to her. She placed a calming arm around her shoulders while trying to hold back her own fear. They saw a bright green light and heard something hit the ground with a sickly THUD, a body. Megan grabbed Rosalina's hand and stood up. The yellow eyes were now moving towards the front of the room.
"Where are they?" the voice hollered.
Amber and Abby stood up as well, by this point. The eyes stopped right in front of Kemmerich's table. Madison stood up and the five bolted towards the doors, the whole school seemed to try and do the same. They made it out to the hallway and ran to the main doors that were already blown off their hinges. They didn't stop running until they reached the shore and found a rowboat that fitted eight passengers and piled in. They glanced up and saw green light illuminating the entire castle. Screams and pleas filled the air along with evil and cold-hearted laughter. Those monsters inside were killing innocent children and teachers. They knew at that moment that they were most likely the only survivors of the Hamlin School massacre. They saw someone sun towards them.
"Silvia!" shouted Amber.
Silvia jumped in the boar and rowed away from the island glancing back only once to their school up in flames.
"No luck tonight?" asked the girl to her far right.
"Same as last night Amber," she replied. Amber's eyes became heavy and she returned back to her book, Quidditch: Now and then.
"Better luck tomorrow night," the girl to her far left said with a hint of hope in her voice.
"One can only hope Rosalina," Abby smiled slightly.
"Don't forget, Professor Kemmerich has called a meeting tonight," informed a girl sitting next to Rosalina.
"Who could forget Megan?" Rosalina answered.
"What time?" asked a girl sitting next to Amber.
"Um, let me think, nine o' clock I think. Why do you want to know Silvia?" Megan wondered.
"Probably wants to get there on time, you know her," the girl between Silvia and Megan joked.
"Ha! Not funny Madison," Abby snapped and stood up.
"Geez, I was only kidding. Anyway it's 8:58, better hurry or Wegeler will have kittens, literally. After all he is an animagus," Madison added. The girls laughed and gathered their belongings such as robes, wands, and books then made their way down to the main hall for the meeting.
In the main hall, seven tables were set up, one for each year. The six girls took their seats at the seventh table on the end. At one end sat a very elderly man who glared at them as they entered the room. He had a long, thin and aging face and almost transparent hair. This was none other than Professor Wegeler, head of the seventh years. At the very front of the room was a very long table and a wise looking man. His robes shone silver in the light, he had a long and wise face and raven black hair. Wegeler tapped his goblet with his wand sending a metal hiss throughout the room grabbing students' attentions away from their conversation. Kemmerich, the man in the front, rose out of his seat once all was quiet and raised his hands, directing students' attention to him.
"Students, as you all know, another year has come and we would like to welcome our new first years," he motioned towards the first table, "Quidditch practice starts in a weeks time and good luck to you all." His face grew long and worried, his eyes lost their twinkle and seemed heavier than usual as he continued on. "Now onto more grave and important news, dark times are upon use and some of you may be in danger, but do not fret, we will do all in our power to keep you safe. If need be, you may leave, but we would like the year to continue just like any other. Now with that being said, may the feast begin!"
The big wooden doors in the back of the room swung open and a spin-chilling wind blew through blowing their only sources of light out. Some girls from the first and second year tables screamed out of surprise, some jumped. Outlines of black figures entered the room and moved along the sidewalls and yellow eyes glowed from the doorway.
"Where are they?" demanded a cold and violent voice.
"Don't panic!" rang Kemmerich's voice.
Abby could feel Amber shaking from fear next to her. She placed a calming arm around her shoulders while trying to hold back her own fear. They saw a bright green light and heard something hit the ground with a sickly THUD, a body. Megan grabbed Rosalina's hand and stood up. The yellow eyes were now moving towards the front of the room.
"Where are they?" the voice hollered.
Amber and Abby stood up as well, by this point. The eyes stopped right in front of Kemmerich's table. Madison stood up and the five bolted towards the doors, the whole school seemed to try and do the same. They made it out to the hallway and ran to the main doors that were already blown off their hinges. They didn't stop running until they reached the shore and found a rowboat that fitted eight passengers and piled in. They glanced up and saw green light illuminating the entire castle. Screams and pleas filled the air along with evil and cold-hearted laughter. Those monsters inside were killing innocent children and teachers. They knew at that moment that they were most likely the only survivors of the Hamlin School massacre. They saw someone sun towards them.
"Silvia!" shouted Amber.
Silvia jumped in the boar and rowed away from the island glancing back only once to their school up in flames.