Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and
owned by JK Rowling, as well as various publishers including but not
limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and
Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.
I got bored and started to write another story. It will be slash so all you H/D Shippers might actually like this story. I have changed the name since it was originally uploaded, it got taken off revamped and kapow here is the new version - brilliantly betaed by the TWINKATS - big kisses to you girls !!!
I own the following - so far!
Colonel Romulus Lupin-Black Harmony-Jane Malfoy Prof. Hermes "Scar" Granger Druscilla Potter-Malfoy-Weasley Eric Weasley Lady Dracania Potter Lord Hadrian Potter Colonel Caligula Malfoy Violet Longbottom Harry "Scar" Snape/Salazar Malfoy Headmaster Harry Potter-Malfoy Cumulus Black
If you want to use any of the characters please ask before using - cheers A big thanks to those of you that have reviewed me in the past.
Happy reading Coz here it is!!
Constance Malfoy
Prologue
It's Getting Very Murky
It was a place of ancient evil.
Somehow the evil seemed to hang in the air, like smoke or fog that long centuries had been unable to disperse. Along the length of one of the walls of the chamber was a massive scrying pool, sitting not unlike a plasma screen mounted on the wall. The pool looked faded since it had not been used in centuries. A wizard would have guessed it to be an early primitive version of today's fire call network. A huge game table dominated the centre of the room. It held a contoured model of a bleak and desolate landscape. In the centre there was a tower. Even in model form it looked sinister, threatening.
On a nearby table stood a carved ivory box. Scarlet robed, scarlet gloved, the player sat at the scrying pool casting spells on the untouched item. The scrying pool swirled into action, filling with the swirling mists of a temporal vortex. The scarlet robed player worked with obsessive concentration, and at last his efforts met with some success. The swirling mists in the pool resolved themselves into a blurred picture - a picture of a man. An old white haired man with piercing green eyes.
The player leaned forward eagerly, silently muttering an ancient spell, bringing the picture into clear focus.
It was time for the game to begin.
I got bored and started to write another story. It will be slash so all you H/D Shippers might actually like this story. I have changed the name since it was originally uploaded, it got taken off revamped and kapow here is the new version - brilliantly betaed by the TWINKATS - big kisses to you girls !!!
I own the following - so far!
Colonel Romulus Lupin-Black Harmony-Jane Malfoy Prof. Hermes "Scar" Granger Druscilla Potter-Malfoy-Weasley Eric Weasley Lady Dracania Potter Lord Hadrian Potter Colonel Caligula Malfoy Violet Longbottom Harry "Scar" Snape/Salazar Malfoy Headmaster Harry Potter-Malfoy Cumulus Black
If you want to use any of the characters please ask before using - cheers A big thanks to those of you that have reviewed me in the past.
Happy reading Coz here it is!!
Constance Malfoy
Prologue
It's Getting Very Murky
It was a place of ancient evil.
Somehow the evil seemed to hang in the air, like smoke or fog that long centuries had been unable to disperse. Along the length of one of the walls of the chamber was a massive scrying pool, sitting not unlike a plasma screen mounted on the wall. The pool looked faded since it had not been used in centuries. A wizard would have guessed it to be an early primitive version of today's fire call network. A huge game table dominated the centre of the room. It held a contoured model of a bleak and desolate landscape. In the centre there was a tower. Even in model form it looked sinister, threatening.
On a nearby table stood a carved ivory box. Scarlet robed, scarlet gloved, the player sat at the scrying pool casting spells on the untouched item. The scrying pool swirled into action, filling with the swirling mists of a temporal vortex. The scarlet robed player worked with obsessive concentration, and at last his efforts met with some success. The swirling mists in the pool resolved themselves into a blurred picture - a picture of a man. An old white haired man with piercing green eyes.
The player leaned forward eagerly, silently muttering an ancient spell, bringing the picture into clear focus.
It was time for the game to begin.
