I got the idea for this story while listening to the radio. The song 'speed of light' by coldplay, made me think of this first paragraph.If you can listen to that song while starting to read, i hope you'll start to appreciate the beauty and the significance of freedom that i tried to create, and carry on into a piece of fanfiction(though i must admit i kinda wanted to leave it just with the the raven flying!)
Enjoy and PLEASE give constructive critisicm so that i can make my writing the best it can be!
The storm arrives
Chapter one: arrival.
A raven soared over the treetops, wind whistling through its midnight feathers. It flew higher and higher, wings whirring through the icy air. Faster and faster it flew, never slowing, never faltering. A sudden piercing scream wandered through the mountains ahead, lonely and afraid. The bird flew faster, almost to be mistaken for a speeding bullet. The cry came again, this time nearer. The raven wound through the snow-topped mountains, descending just as the sky turned from a misty grey to crimson, staining the snow below with blood. He focused on a small clearing between the icy walls, just as a small shadow materialised in front. An arm drew out of the shadow's dark cloak and the Raven landed lightly on to it. He shook his silky feathers, hopping from one foot to another expectedly. The man's eyes gleamed suddenly against the rising sun.
"Ah. Harry. You have arrived at last. "The old man's croaky voice whispered through the folds in his hood,as he stroked the bird's dark feathers. The man bent down, putting his wrist on to the cold ground. The Raven hopped off, slowly getting bigger and bigger. The wings folded into body, and the black feathers shrank and disappeared, leaving a mop of messy dark hair on his head, and a bright lightening bolt scar on his forehead.
"Sorry I took so long professor." He said straitening his robes. "The message only got to me last night. I left strait away. Should I send a letter to the ministry?"
"That may be a good idea. They may wonder why you have not yet arrived for training this morning. Now to business." The man drew his hood down and smoothed down his silvery beard. He smiled sadly, the fire suddenlydisappearing from his normally bright eyes. He looked older than usual.
"I heard a scream as I was flying. How long has the girl been captive?"
The old man wiped his forehead. "For two days. Her family of coarse had to be contacted. Her father blamed the school for not doing their jobs. He will be taking her out of the school, as soon as she comes back."
Harry frowned.
"As soon as she comes back." He repeated, looking him fully in the face. He smiled. "We all have full confidence in you, Harry. You have been doing well in you're training I trust?"
"Yes. I think so. We should be having our first test soon. Concealment. Tonks has been helping me in her spare time."
"Ahh...Nymphadora." Dumbledore said, raising his eyebrows. He sat down on a nearby rock, sighing softly. He drew a long wooden wand from his pocket and bent over a small pile of twigs, which promptly lit."Breakfast?"
"What about the girl?" Harry asked, sitting down next to him.
"Anna will be fine for the moment. We need to build up your strength for the battle ahead."
Harry frowned again, but sat back, knowing that there would be no point in arguing back.
