Silence: Prelude

By: Inogen and Korva

Disclaimers: We do not, under any and all circumstances own anything Harry Potter related, no matter however much we love our Sirius All that good stuff belongs to J.K.Rowling, though we are quite mad at her for part of the fifth book. Both glare evilly at author. sniffles

Note: Do NOT, and we repeat, DO NOT read this fanfic if you have not read the fifth Harry Potter book, unless you want to spoil the ending for yourself (you lazy bums, go read it for yourselves :p).

Inogen: Hiya!! I'm Nenuiel, and I am one of the co-authors of this Fanfiction!!

Korva: Boo. I'm t3h other author for this fic. Marvel at my 1337 5ki77z0rz (not really, but typing in 1337 is fun :p)

Silence:

Three shadows sat in silence in a room barely pierced by the dimmed candles drifting throughout the gloom. Two sat side by side in separate arm chairs, looking across a desk at the third figure. This solitary shade sat up straight, causing its silver hair to gleam and glisten in the faint light. Slender, aged fingers entwined casually on the wooden surface, and hidden eyes peered over half-moon glasses at the cloaked duo before them. "I have given you the all the terms and information required," a grave voice stated firmly, "Do you accept?" The two hooded figures turned to glance at each other. One of them swiveled in their seat and said bluntly in a low feminine voice, "As long as I get to kick some ass, I'm in." They then slouched back, allowing the warm, rich crimson fabric to float around them. Their companion, however, had yet to voice their opinion, and sat stiffly in the chair, "It is true then, what you say?" The soft, gentle phrase rang as if it had been blown by trumpets. The shadow behind the desk sighed, and leaned forward, allowing some of his features to evolve from the dark. "Yes," he responded tiredly, "Voldemort has returned." A sapphire hood fell forward even more heavily as a head tilted forward, "Our parents always feared this day would come again."

"Yeah, my parents wanted a whack at 'em, too bad they died before they got the chance," came a remark from the ruby cloaked form. The navy robed figure turned what would have been their face, and gave a low growl of warning. A chuckle softly erupted from the silver-haired outline, "You two are certainly your parent's children. But on a more serious note," he continued, "This is no game, your purpose is to protect, not to search out and fight." A sound of disappointment chirruped from one of the shadows, "Waddaya mean not fight? I want to kick Voldemort's ass—" A pale hand rose, giving a silent command, causing the argument to cease. Light blue eyes gleamed seriously as they caught the light surrounding them, "I understand why you want to hunt him, Gloward, but this is a very serious matter. A life is at stake." The figure cloaked in midnight visibly stiffened, "Yes, a life that has survived many attacks by this fiend before."

The eyes that had pinned Gloward to their chair now rested on the blue mantled figure, "True, but that does not mean he is not at risk. You, of all people, should know this." Both covered forms became completely still, one lowering their head, while the other started playing with pale fingers tipped with long black nails. They sat in uncomfortable silence before the man rose, and looked carefully at the two people before him. "I trust both of you. You have proven yourselves time and time again with your skills, despite your age. I believe you two can handle this." For a few moments, they remained in the position they were in, each thinking different thoughts. "If we do this damn babysitting job," the one in the crimson robe asked, "we will eventually meet up with that son of a bitch won't we?" Even under the red fabric, it was obvious that the person had their hands on their hips in a demanding fashion. The silver haired form frowned sternly, but another voice beside his snapped. "Geez, lovely language." The voice dripped in venomous sarcasm as it continued, "Can you be any more civilized? Especially since you not only within hearing of a member of the Order of Merlin, first class; but also the head wizard of WIZENGAMOT!!" The sarcastic hiss quickly turned into a full-fledged yell of annoyance, while their companion had cackled hysterically at the emotional reaction. Even the stern male smiled slightly despite the sternness that laced his voice as he answered the earlier asked question, "You might. But if that day comes you are to PROTECT the boy. Nothing more." The two figures had gained control of themselves as the wizard responded. The blue one nodded their head understandingly, while the other visibly pouted, "Do I at least get to smoke in the damn school?"

"No."

"Drink?"

"Pumpkin juice, sure."

"Nooo, I mean alcohol."

"In that case, no."

"Curse the shit out of annoying people?"

"No, unless told otherwise."

"Get books from the illegal part of the damn library?"

"No."

"Deal drugs?"

"The muggle enhancers? No."

"Set random fires?"

"No."

"Set traps?"

"No."

"Blackmail?"

"Not openly."

"WHAT THE HELL?! Don't I get anything out of this fucking deal?!"

"Yes, you get all the food that you can eat."

"YAY!!! FOOD!!!" the red robed figure started made a strange purring sound, making their friend shake their head. "Sorry," they apologized while looking over toward their partner, "I know we get more than just extra food, I'm guessing." The silver haired man nodded, "Of course. You get special authorization to go to Hogsmeade, since neither of you have guardians to sign your permission forms. You also get to walk around the school after curfew; as well as get to follow your charge anywhere, that includes all restrooms." The last little exception caused an evil, perverted chuckle emanate from the crimson form. "And your final omission, teachers will NEVER be allowed to deduct points from your house. No matter what you do, but-"

"YES!!!" came a joyful cry, interrupting. A pale fist pumped into the air as the ruby cloak flew in different directions as the wearer did a weird victory dance. Ignoring them, the sapphire covered form asked, "But what?" A smile crawled out from behind a white beard, "You can still get detention." The victory dance abruptly stopped in an odd position, allowing the dancer to crash to the floor. Melodious laughter broke out from the midnight robes at the other's reaction. The vermillion cloak was still spread out on the floor as a moan rose, "Fuck……….I'm going to be in multiple detentions every night then……"

"I'll make another loop hole here, you can only be allowed one detention per teacher per week. Beside these, you may be given other responsibilities and duties" The crimson figure jumped up, cheerful once again. Smiling gently, the wizard took his place behind his desk, and started scribbling on a piece of parchment. "That is all," he murmured, "you two are free to leave." The blue one bowed courteously, the red nodded curtly, and both turned to go down the spiraling staircase. "Oh, one more thing," fabric swished as the duo glanced over their shoulders. "Do not let yourselves be seen until the trial is over. In the meanwhile, watch and learn about him in any form necessary. Good luck." The crimson figure shrugged, "Sure." Then they tried to disappear down the stairs, but their companion grabbed their shoulder. Blue eyes looked up, "Yes?" The voice from the blue robe revealed a hidden sheepish smile, "We need to do our formal acceptance." Nodding, the man placed down his pen, and brought out his wand, the other two doing the same. Holding their rods out toward the man, two contrasting voices spoke as one, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, we, here and now, swear to uphold our mission. We are now bound to the cause you have given us, and will not leave till finished or dead. This we solemnly vow." Twin balls of light appeared at the tips of each wand, waiting. Then Dumbledore raised his wand and stated simply, "I accept." The spheres entered the tip of his rod, causing it to glow for a few seconds before disappearing. They all put away their weapons, allowing Dumbledore to return to his writing, and his guests to leave his office. As soon as the duo vanished, an amused expression etched across his face, Hogwarts was in for an interesting year indeed.

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