The midnight air was still. However, some object, nearly invisible to the star-studded black sky, was definitely flying through it at an unimaginable speed. It was headed towards the only lit object: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where, hopefully, all of the students were sleeping, and some of the teachers were busy with work.
The object, turning out to be a strange cloaked figure on a broom, with some sort of combination of a cape and a hood, hovered near a window of the Gryffindor Dormitory. The figure extended a gloved hand, and the window glowed temporarily, and then fell into the moat below.
The figure crept in through the window, his broom being able to levitate without him, her, or it, and then noticed all of the sleeping students. It grabbed its wand from its side, and, with a small flick, it turned into a deadly scythe with a two-meter long, black handle and a meter-and-a-half long, silver blade.
A student who was awake, and writing in his journal, noticed the figure.
"Uh," he whispered, making the figure look to him. "excuse me, but who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"I am he," said the figure, "whom will help this planet be ruled by the one supreme race. I am here simply to cause trouble."
He then grabbed the boy by the neck with one hand, and threw him out of the newly-opened window. However, his body glowed, after the figure said an incantation, and the boy was headed at some speed near 100 mph towards the ground.
After hearing his calls for help, other students arose. The figure simply readied his scythe.
Later, The headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Robert Jormungand, was seated, peacefully, in the chair of his office, drinking some butterbeer. In his appearance, he looked quite a lot like Johnny Depp, only with blue hair, and longer hair. Professor Snape rushed into his office, breathing heavily.
"What seems to be the trouble?" asked the cool-headed Professor Jormungand.
"Emergency," said Snape, "level 623."
"I seem to have forgotten what kind of emergency a level 623 is."
Snape rolled his eyes. "SOMEONE HAS GOT INTO THE SCHOOL AND IS PROCEEDING TO WREAK HAVOC AND KILL PEOPLE!"
Jormungand spit out some of his butterbeer onto Snape.
"Why didn't you say so in the first place?! Let's go after 'im!"
Professor Jormungand, Professor McGonnagal, Professor Snape, and Professor Lupin ran through the hallways, following the directions they recieved to the source of the terror. They eventually reached a teacher's office that was on fire. Strings of flame turned bright green and rose from the fire, spelling out "Meet me in the dungeon, ignorant humans." They scrambled to the dungeon, hoping to find the thing with the scythe that they've been hearing about.
A few steps after the entrance of the dungeon, it suddenly teleported into view in front of the professors.
"Hello," he said. "You ARE fully aware that you are going to die if you meet me. But, I guess I would have reached you, anyway, being important authority figures in the school. However, I guess you could have escaped, butÑ"
"PETRIFICUS TOTALIS!" shouted the four of the professors, simultaneously, pointing their high-quality wands to the fiend. He simply raised a hand towards the blasts, and they stopped in midair, and turned into dust that blew away.
"You seem to underestimate me," said the fiend. He threw his scythe at McGonnagal, impaling her through the heart. He extended a hand, and retrieved his scythe. She died instantly.
"You INSANE BASTARD!" shouted Jormungand, pointing his wand to the fiend, and knowing that his Headmaster status gave him status as an official in the ministry of magic, according to some new rules, and that he had an unforgivable curse liscence. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A green blast shot out of his wand at the fiend. It was deflected, by a simple flick of a wrist, onto Jormungand. However, it didn't affect him, since he had an immunity to the curse.
"Now," said the fiend, "I think I should try out some of MY magic. Zoroglash...DELVIGRANAT!"
With that, a large fireball shot out from his hand. Jormungand dodged the fireball. When it hit the ground, it had an immense explosion.
Meanwhile, one of his prisoners, Raphael Gainsborough, along with Jerome Wordsworth, were observing all of this through a cage. Raphael had a brown ponytail that went down to his waist, green eyes, and white skin. Jerome looked a slight bit strange, as he had short black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, a big chin, and a hawklike nose. These looks were just one of the factors thatÊmade him slightly unpopular.
Raphael, however, was always on the slight upper scale of popularity, as he had a strange, wonderful talent: new magic that only he could use, with all of the spells in a spellbook in a language that only he could understand.
"This is wrong," whispered Jerome.
"I know," whispered Raphael.
"Hey," said Jerome, "Didn't you use Zorogoosh Devilgranite or whatever spell he used one time?"
"Good idea, maybe he's not immune to my magic!" He then pointed his wand to the fiend. "Davro...Gelishni...Govaghgelshnigar!"
The fiend looked up to the suspended cage to find a spell of his kind being cast, and was just about to destroy the prisoners, but several strong lightning bolts hit him in the exposed, invisible face.
"Now's our chance!" said Jormungand, summoning his sword from the air. He ran up to the fiend and stabbed him in the back while he was still trying to heal his face. An unholy screech was let out from the fiend. The sword was ejected immediately by some strange force. The wound was also healed immediately.
"It seems," said the fiend, "that you have someone of my kind in your school. I'll be back, and I'll be stronger." With that, it dissapeared.
"You there!" shouted Jormungand, to the cage. "In the cage! What are your names and houses!"
"Oh, are we in trouble," said Jerome. "Jerome Wordsworth, Gryffindor!"
"Raphael Gainsborough," said Raphael, "Slytherin!"
"Well," said Jormungand, "you have done an awfully stupid thing, by trying to hurt that killer. However, in doing so, you saved my life. Seventy points to each of your houses, for personal reasons. Snape, get them down and let them go."
Headmaster Jormungand called for a solemn meeting the following morning.
"I think most of you are aware that a horrible tragedy occured last night. Let me explain. An intruder went into Hogwarts and randomly started killing students and faculty, violently. Some of the faculty and I fended it off, but it has not been apprehended. I am afraid to announce that security has been tightened. Therefore, such changes have been made as quidditch being cancelled until further notice, installation of security guards..." the speech went on for quite some time.
Normally, the students would have said how bored they were of the speech, afterwards. However, since such a horrendous tragedy had occurred, with a death toll nearing fifty, they were talking about different things.
Raphael and Jerome, however, were talking about something completely different.
"SEVENTY POINTS!" said Jerome, slapping Raphael on the back. "See what your nifty little powers can earn us?"
"Well," said Raphael, "if you put it that way, doesn't it sound like cheating?" There seemed to be a hint of worry in his voice.
"What's wrong, Raph? It seems like something's wrong."
"I'm just worried about Diana. I didn't see her at the breakfast speech today." Diana Manchester was his lover. They had known each other since they were six.
"Oh, I'm sure she's all right. I heard her friend just died, and maybe she's in her chambers crying or somethingÑ"
They both stopped and gasped when they saw Diana's name on a piece of parchment posted on the wall. It listed the names of those who died at the hand of the scythe assasin.
The object, turning out to be a strange cloaked figure on a broom, with some sort of combination of a cape and a hood, hovered near a window of the Gryffindor Dormitory. The figure extended a gloved hand, and the window glowed temporarily, and then fell into the moat below.
The figure crept in through the window, his broom being able to levitate without him, her, or it, and then noticed all of the sleeping students. It grabbed its wand from its side, and, with a small flick, it turned into a deadly scythe with a two-meter long, black handle and a meter-and-a-half long, silver blade.
A student who was awake, and writing in his journal, noticed the figure.
"Uh," he whispered, making the figure look to him. "excuse me, but who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"I am he," said the figure, "whom will help this planet be ruled by the one supreme race. I am here simply to cause trouble."
He then grabbed the boy by the neck with one hand, and threw him out of the newly-opened window. However, his body glowed, after the figure said an incantation, and the boy was headed at some speed near 100 mph towards the ground.
After hearing his calls for help, other students arose. The figure simply readied his scythe.
Later, The headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Robert Jormungand, was seated, peacefully, in the chair of his office, drinking some butterbeer. In his appearance, he looked quite a lot like Johnny Depp, only with blue hair, and longer hair. Professor Snape rushed into his office, breathing heavily.
"What seems to be the trouble?" asked the cool-headed Professor Jormungand.
"Emergency," said Snape, "level 623."
"I seem to have forgotten what kind of emergency a level 623 is."
Snape rolled his eyes. "SOMEONE HAS GOT INTO THE SCHOOL AND IS PROCEEDING TO WREAK HAVOC AND KILL PEOPLE!"
Jormungand spit out some of his butterbeer onto Snape.
"Why didn't you say so in the first place?! Let's go after 'im!"
Professor Jormungand, Professor McGonnagal, Professor Snape, and Professor Lupin ran through the hallways, following the directions they recieved to the source of the terror. They eventually reached a teacher's office that was on fire. Strings of flame turned bright green and rose from the fire, spelling out "Meet me in the dungeon, ignorant humans." They scrambled to the dungeon, hoping to find the thing with the scythe that they've been hearing about.
A few steps after the entrance of the dungeon, it suddenly teleported into view in front of the professors.
"Hello," he said. "You ARE fully aware that you are going to die if you meet me. But, I guess I would have reached you, anyway, being important authority figures in the school. However, I guess you could have escaped, butÑ"
"PETRIFICUS TOTALIS!" shouted the four of the professors, simultaneously, pointing their high-quality wands to the fiend. He simply raised a hand towards the blasts, and they stopped in midair, and turned into dust that blew away.
"You seem to underestimate me," said the fiend. He threw his scythe at McGonnagal, impaling her through the heart. He extended a hand, and retrieved his scythe. She died instantly.
"You INSANE BASTARD!" shouted Jormungand, pointing his wand to the fiend, and knowing that his Headmaster status gave him status as an official in the ministry of magic, according to some new rules, and that he had an unforgivable curse liscence. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A green blast shot out of his wand at the fiend. It was deflected, by a simple flick of a wrist, onto Jormungand. However, it didn't affect him, since he had an immunity to the curse.
"Now," said the fiend, "I think I should try out some of MY magic. Zoroglash...DELVIGRANAT!"
With that, a large fireball shot out from his hand. Jormungand dodged the fireball. When it hit the ground, it had an immense explosion.
Meanwhile, one of his prisoners, Raphael Gainsborough, along with Jerome Wordsworth, were observing all of this through a cage. Raphael had a brown ponytail that went down to his waist, green eyes, and white skin. Jerome looked a slight bit strange, as he had short black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, a big chin, and a hawklike nose. These looks were just one of the factors thatÊmade him slightly unpopular.
Raphael, however, was always on the slight upper scale of popularity, as he had a strange, wonderful talent: new magic that only he could use, with all of the spells in a spellbook in a language that only he could understand.
"This is wrong," whispered Jerome.
"I know," whispered Raphael.
"Hey," said Jerome, "Didn't you use Zorogoosh Devilgranite or whatever spell he used one time?"
"Good idea, maybe he's not immune to my magic!" He then pointed his wand to the fiend. "Davro...Gelishni...Govaghgelshnigar!"
The fiend looked up to the suspended cage to find a spell of his kind being cast, and was just about to destroy the prisoners, but several strong lightning bolts hit him in the exposed, invisible face.
"Now's our chance!" said Jormungand, summoning his sword from the air. He ran up to the fiend and stabbed him in the back while he was still trying to heal his face. An unholy screech was let out from the fiend. The sword was ejected immediately by some strange force. The wound was also healed immediately.
"It seems," said the fiend, "that you have someone of my kind in your school. I'll be back, and I'll be stronger." With that, it dissapeared.
"You there!" shouted Jormungand, to the cage. "In the cage! What are your names and houses!"
"Oh, are we in trouble," said Jerome. "Jerome Wordsworth, Gryffindor!"
"Raphael Gainsborough," said Raphael, "Slytherin!"
"Well," said Jormungand, "you have done an awfully stupid thing, by trying to hurt that killer. However, in doing so, you saved my life. Seventy points to each of your houses, for personal reasons. Snape, get them down and let them go."
Headmaster Jormungand called for a solemn meeting the following morning.
"I think most of you are aware that a horrible tragedy occured last night. Let me explain. An intruder went into Hogwarts and randomly started killing students and faculty, violently. Some of the faculty and I fended it off, but it has not been apprehended. I am afraid to announce that security has been tightened. Therefore, such changes have been made as quidditch being cancelled until further notice, installation of security guards..." the speech went on for quite some time.
Normally, the students would have said how bored they were of the speech, afterwards. However, since such a horrendous tragedy had occurred, with a death toll nearing fifty, they were talking about different things.
Raphael and Jerome, however, were talking about something completely different.
"SEVENTY POINTS!" said Jerome, slapping Raphael on the back. "See what your nifty little powers can earn us?"
"Well," said Raphael, "if you put it that way, doesn't it sound like cheating?" There seemed to be a hint of worry in his voice.
"What's wrong, Raph? It seems like something's wrong."
"I'm just worried about Diana. I didn't see her at the breakfast speech today." Diana Manchester was his lover. They had known each other since they were six.
"Oh, I'm sure she's all right. I heard her friend just died, and maybe she's in her chambers crying or somethingÑ"
They both stopped and gasped when they saw Diana's name on a piece of parchment posted on the wall. It listed the names of those who died at the hand of the scythe assasin.