Author's Note: Greetings! This is my first Harry Potter piece and I very excited to try my hand at the genre. I have been writing mostly Lord of the Rings stories until now, but am excited to try my hand here. I have read the books, but am not quite as versed in this world as the other, so please forgive me for any universe errors. I shall try very hard to update frequently, the best fuel for me being, of course, reviews! So, please take a moment and review! They make my day, as any writer will tell you.
This is AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I merely try some new storylines on them and promise to give them back when finished.
Chapter 1: The Storm Approaches
Years earlier:
Thunder rolled across the landscape, vibrating even the thick walls of the great structure where two figures met in the dark. They both wore nothing but black in a room of marble. Candles hung above a giant oak table, no candlesticks were ever needed here. The light ascended and descended in midair by the pace of the magic in the candles.
Of course, the entire place was magical, along with the figures standing there, in a silence so deafening that one would have thought a spell cast upon the room. One person stood by the tall windows, watching the storm roll in, wearing a black cloak with the hood pulled up.
One in thought, one is waiting; the servant would not speak until his master did.
"I know what it was I saw. I cannot proceed as was planned."
"What will you do, Master?"
The figure in the black cloak turned from the window he was standing at. Sliding across the room without a breath a wind, he made his way to the other side of the room.
"In case this premonition were to come true, I need to find someway of protecting myself so I may yet return to power. Fate will see that it casts no power over me."
The other figure brought his head up. Usually, when around his master, he kept his head down and his identical cloak on and hood raised; as was the style of this circle to which he was a member.
"You trust this 'vision' so much you would alter your plans?" It was unheard of for something to phase the dark being standing before him.
"Do you take me for a fool? I will not be so ignorant as to ignore something brought right before me! Especially by the Seeing Glass! I will not underestimate its ability to tell of that which has not yet come to pass!" Shuddering, the being took in a big breath. "No, no, my servant. I will survive that which will be done against me. But how?"
Fear rushing through his veins, the servant dared not answer, this master was unlike anything he could ever serve. He could destroy him with a single thought.
The Master paced, mumbling, "Riddles, riddles, the answer shall come to me." The pacing stopped suddenly.
"My Lord?"
"I know how to escape this fate that he Seeing Glass as foretold."
"How?" The servant stood near his master, his Lord being a couple inches shorter than he.
"The Seeing Glass told me that I would lose all powers that I possessed to an enemy so unlikely, even I would never guess its power."
"Yes." The servant stood up straight, curious as to what his Lord would say next.
"So, I shall transfer the greatest and most powerful of all my abilities out of me, to be in waiting to be recalled. For it cannot be taken from me if I do not possess it when I am defeated."
"I do not like you using the would defeat when speaking of yourself." The rain began to hit the windowpanes
"I shall not be, you see, I shall not. It shall only appear so."
Lightning split the sky.
Fear suddenly began to wash through the servant as his lessons from school came back to him. Terror came over him as it dawned to him what power the Lord was referring to.
It was a power never before seen in the world of magic, something that required no wand, no spell, just will. The pair in the room was the limits of who knew this power could even exist.
Outside of here, it was still the myth of children's scary bedtime stories.
"That power cannot be transferred! No wizard in history had even contained a power that great!" He stuttered on, speaking so fast he could barely understand himself. "In order to transfer something like that you would have to give it to a living being, for in an object anyone would be able to get to it! It would be obvious, like a beacon to all in the wizarding world!" He shook his head, "You could never trust someone with something of that pure might, not even myself! There must be another way!"
Thunder rolled.
"I give you credit, you are right. I must find someone with the magic to contain this force, but with the innocence not to try to use it."
Lightning struck very close to the large, beautiful building and shook the very walls with its force.
In the distance, coming from down the halls was a two-week-old baby's cry.