The sun set as it always did. Night fell as was typical. Another day had passed. Those of the magical origin gladly snuffed out their candles and muggles switched off their lights, equally glad that their long, tiring day was finally over. At least in most peoples homes...
Darkness penetrated each room of the flat. Well, all but one room. It was the one and only bedroom in the flat from which an eerie blue light came from inside, enough to light up nearly the entire hall. What the light came from was a laptop of sorts, sitting pen in front of a young man. For some reason, it seemed the youth was glaring at the computer and soon began talking to it.
"This is all you're fault, you know. If only you had not come with such a huge manual that I just 'HAD' to read, then I would've been able to get something done tonight, but nooooo," he accused, just vaguely aware that he was speaking to an inanimate object.
Once the thought of what he was doing really reached his brain, he thought, 'I really need to go to sleep before I completely lose it.' So with that, he pulled himself out of the little, leather chair he had been sitting in and wandered over to his bed. He pulled on some pajamas (navy blue ones with a pattern of broomsticks and these weird golden balls with wings on them) that had been resting on the sheets.
He got in between the covers and took off the thin rectangular frames that were perched on the end of his nose. Carefully, he set them down on a bedside table and picked up a long, thin stick. It was a worn thing covered with multiple fingerprint marks and strange as it sounded, it almost seemed to come alive when the youth touched it.
He swished the tip of it towards a few candles that seemed to be floating in mid-air. Quickly and quietly, something was whispered under his breath and one-by-one the candles' flames danced for a second before flickering out. When all the candles had been snuffed out, the young man was satisfied and placed the wand down. He happily sunk in to the sheets, ready for the blissful and refreshing peace known as sleep to descend upon him.
As he started to lose himself to unconsciousness though, he heard several sharp clicking sounds happen in a rapid fashion. He quickly sat up in his bed and grabbed for his wand in case the noise meant something bad…It had stopped of course by the time he was fully alert, but now that he was awake, he might as well check out the source of his irritation since he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep until he had.
He had to untangled himself from the expanse of sheets and blankets, before he softly settled his feet on the ground. He swished his wand through the air and muttered "lumos". The tip of his wand grew warm and light spread from it, just enough to see without tripping.
Slipping on his glasses, the young man then began to trudge through the whole house searching for whatever had created the disturbance before, but it was near impossible because the clicking had stopped a while ago. Sighing in frustration, the youth wandered into the kitchen to pour himself a steaming cup of coffee. He was awake now and the chances of him returning to sleep were near zero, so he might as well wake himself up all the way…At least that's how he figured it.
Minutes later found him padding back to his bedroom with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. 'I think I might write another chapter or something. Hmmm…,' he thought as he reached for a piece of parchment and a quill from his desk before he glanced at the silvery glowing box.
He shrugged and instead of gathering the needed writing supplies, he reached for the laptop. He figured he might try to type something on his new computer, now that he had spent all day reading the huge manual.
The young man positioned his fingers above the mouse and keys and...stopped. Stopped and stared. An IP -Instant Parchment- was on the screen and he wasn't even logged into the WWWWW yet. It was the Witches and Wizards' World Wide Web. The popup was in the shape of a scrolled piece of parchment and the words looked like this:
Dragon boy: Hello? Are you out there? Please, someone...anyone talk to me.
He was unsure whether to answer, but the boy on the other side sounded so pitiful, he had to.
Goldengriffin: Um...hey?
He waited for several seconds. The typing started again and the strange thing was...the typing that 'Dragonboy' was doing...was with his keys. He stared wide-eyed at his keyboard as the keys began pressing down at a rapid pace, like an invisible hand decided that it absolutely loved to press the little buttons.
Dragonboy: You replied! Thank the fates! I am soo lonely where I am and I have not talked to anybody in the longest of times. Enough of that though, we'll talk about that later. Anyways, introductions are in order. My name is Draconis Lucious Malfoy II, more informally known as Draco. I am at your service.
He blinked before slowly typing back.
Goldengriffin: Wow. Ah well, my name is...actually I don't know if I should tell you my name.
Dragonboy: And why not? I told you mine. It is only polite to return the curtsey.
Goldengriffin: How do I know that you wouldn't use my name against me?
Dragonboy: Use your name against you? How so?
Goldengriffin: I have many enemies, though the number has reduced quite a bit over the last 6 years...
Dragonboy: Really? Has something major happened over the last 6 years?
Goldengriffin: Duh! Dark Lord Voldemort...He-who-must-not-be-named...You-know-who...You know.
Dragonboy: ...I still have no clue as to what you are talking about.
He gasped.
Goldengriffin: WHAT! Is that possible? For someone in the wizarding world not to know the name of the most feared wizard ever?
Dragonboy: Apparently it is. The only dark wizard I know of is Tromedlov.
Goldengriffin: Who the hell is that!
Dragonboy: One of the darkest, most evil wizards ever. He was in league with Morgana to kill King Arthur for the throne. He was the strongest of the two and though most said that it was Merlin who killed her, it was really Tromedlov when she wanted more then he wanted to give her. He rained terror down on all. Finally though, he was defeated when a young teen, Merlin's prodigy you could say, defeated him. In the aftermath, the boy was sealed away into a talisman covered in ancient runes of languages then and now dead. No one really knows what happened after that though, and the boy was, for the most part, forgotten about.
He stared at the screen in amazement. He had never heard that story before and suddenly he wanted to learn more about this time of kings and knights and other such things. It sounded so much like what had happened recently though. Then again, they say that history has a habit of repeating itself...he shrugged it off and typed something in.
Goldengriffin: Hello, Draco. My name is...Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to meet you.