Prologue
This is whole prologue was a short AU experiment but I hope to turn this into something longer. I hope you like it and don't get too confused by it. :)
Cobwebs.
The young man took a close look at his fingers, now entwined with the sticky cobweb. A spider, a very small one, was still innocently crawling around the cobweb stuck to his fingers. It was almost as if it did not notice any difference after being removed from the wall. The young man looked closer at the spider, smiled, then effortlessly made a fist and crushed the spider to death. Then he carelessly pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped everything off his hand and dropped the handkerchief to slowly slide down to the floor. Already forgetting about the spider, the young man pushed his glasses up his nose slightly. He had not noticed that they had slid down.
"It is a very fine castle, sir."
The voice brought him back to the world and he looked up to see a middle aged and thin man, now simply known as his servant, talking to him. The servant was thoroughly impressed with the castle, having spent the years before his adulthood there. He was enthusiastically pointing and showing, as if every inch of the castle had something interesting and impressive to it. As much as the young man found it somewhat annoying, he had to admit that his servant was right.
"Yes... it is," the young man answered, somewhat distracted by a rather large telescope on the other side of the room.
He would never admit it openly, but the castle had intrigued him from the moment he had set foot in it. With its ancient history and all the magic surrounding it, one could not help but to be fascinated and take a liking to it. It would be utterly foolish to give it up, especially since the castle had practically been handed to him for free.
"This was the headmaster's old office," the servant informed, gesturing to a desk at the back of the room. "I remember when I went here... Dumbledore was the headmaster even back then."
"I can imagine..." the young man replied.
A few minutes later he was standing behind the desk, his fingers sliding across the fine wood. He opened the drawer and to his surprise found a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. The sight of the bag put a smile to his face as he thought of how it must have belonged to the previous headmaster. His death had been so sudden that no one had bothered to clean his office out properly. The young man pulled out the chair, sat down on it and at once he knew that he belonged there.
"I've decided... I'll take it."
The servant smiled.
"Excellent, I shall inform Lord Voldemort of your decision, Mr Potter."