Prelude to Darkness
Dawn swept across the forest and across the short field in front of HarGrave Castle. Rosy colors of red, and soon pink, ran across the land. All of this splendor was lost on one boy, who was laying on his bed. He ran a slim, thin hand across his lightly tanned face and through his long black hair. He finally opened his dark gray eyes, and the light gleamed off the silver pinpoints in his iris. He swung his feet around and set them on the cold stone floor. He brushed his hand down the front of his clothes, which he hadn't changed yesterday. He quickly threw on a clean set of pants and a new shirt before going downstairs.
The smell of breakfast greeted him as he entered the kitchen. His mother was seated in one of the chairs around the table, his younger sister and older brother were already there.
"Hiya Malis!" squealed Aramina coming around the table to hug him.
"Hey." Malis replied having a seat next to his older brother, Faerian. Aramina then proceeded to talk incessantly to Malis, while his mother, Izabella, had barely noted his presence.
Darrius, their father, entered the room, he looked exactly like both of his sons. "Has the post arrived?" He asked after he sat next to Izabella.
"Not yet dear, give it a few moments."
Darrius looked over at Faerian, also ignoring Malis's presence. "You're into your N.E.W.T. year now aren't you?"
Faerian nodded "Yes, father. I hope to receive full marks in all my subjects."
"Of course. As it should be. We HarGrave's have always been on top."
Just then a barn owl glided through the open window, "Ahh…About time." Nathanial said, "Get the mail would you Faerian."
Faerian stood and went over to the owl, taking the letters off his extended foot. "Hey, guess who got an acceptance letter father." He threw the letter to Malis, and he stared at it.
Opening it carefully Malis read the letter. "I guess we'll head for Diagon Alley then, you'll both need robes and books." Izabella said. She stood, her dark red robe sitting delicately on her shoulders she left the room.
Aramina was smiling, "I wanna go to father!"
"I'm afraid you can't, Mina darling. You have to be older." Darrius replied.
Malis held the letter tightly, looking down at the unbroken Hogwarts seal…finally he would be away from home…