The long 'awaited' chapter ;D Sorry it's so short :( On with the show!~
The room smelled of dust and burning wood, an oddly comforting mixture that usually would of failed but seemed to add character to this cosy room. It s burgundy walls were set off by the golden coloured wall paper trim that seemed to blend together perfectly.
One large window was located on the far wall opposite the four poster bed and cushions lined the window seat, the same colour as the bed cover and the pillows. Magnus was instantly reminded of the house he had occupied in England long ago and nodded his head in approval towards McGonagall who was hovering silently at the door.
"Well then that's all for now, if you need anything just call Dolly and the house elf will assist you", she told him a small smile flashing across her face before disappearing and if it hadn t been for Magnus s years ( eight hundred give or take ) of experience he would of completely missed it. Magnus slowly meandered over to the changing table, running his fingertips over the smooth wooden surface only turning around when he was sure McGonagall had gone.
Assured that he was finally alone he threw himself down onto the comfortable bed that shuck at the sudden impact. Giggling at his own childishness he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling; the last thing he saw before he fell into a blissful sleep filled with shadow hunters and striking crystal clear blue eyes.
"...then when you get there I want you to find the boy from the picture and keep a close eye on him and don't let him see you", Dumbledore said "and remember don't interfere unless you really have to". Magnus grinned at Dumbledore and gripped the offered arm lightly. "Okay, here we go", Dumbledore continued and suddenly the world seemed to drop out from under them.
Magnus was falling freely and he could feel the air around him pressing down strongly. Just when he felt like he was about to suffocate he was dropped out of the portal and being who he was he landed in a graceful crouch a top the damp grass. Magnus pinched the bridge of his nose until the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach settled and opened his cat like eyes slowly.
"You did better then I expected, well then you just continue through the trees there and you'll see the camp, regrettably I have to go now", Dumbledore explained sweeping his hand in the general direction in front of them and then with a poof he was gone again. Magnus glared at the spot that Dumbledore had just occupied before turning back to the task at hand; finding this so called camp. The forestry around him was thick but he could see a definite break in trees were Dumbledore had indicated. So he reluctantly began his steep trek up the hill.
"Finally", Magnus huffed, jumping down from his perch on top of a tall tree. He walked towards the end and looked down at the array of colour laid out in front of him. Hundreds of multi-coloured tents littered the field and Magnus could see the stadium shining brightly, even now during the daylight, at the end of the stretch.
He carefully walked down the narrow path barely avoiding the other people who also occupied the busy track. They were wearing the most amusing looking clothes if Magnus did say himself which he did, hunting caps and breeches and other clothes that would might of been considered fashionable back in the 18th century.
"Did you hear Harry Potter was coming? I heard he's with that family.. what are they called? The Beasleys? The Freebeys?", the woman beside him sneered, her haughty looking companion laughing along with her in one of those fake high-pitched laughs that made Magnus want to scrap his eyes out with a rusty spoon. "Have you ever seen them? They probably need a freebie or two", he replied roaring in laughter at his own mediocre joke.
'Hmm I think I'll follow them for now, they seem to know the boy', Magnus decided fazing out there pointless conversation and following behind them inconspicuously. When the couple suddenly stopped at a stall Magnus sidled in behind them and pretended to study one of the stalls with glasses, nonchalantly twirling a pair between his slim fingers.
"Ahh ha!", he exclaimed shoving the sparkly purple glasses back into the confused vendor's hands and diving quickly behind a tent, nearly tripping over the man who he had been following in his haste. "Hey watch i...", the stout man growled, abruptly stopping when he saw the icy glare Magnus was sending.
The man quickly stumbled away unblocking his view and Magnus cursed profusely when he saw his mark was gone. He quickly scanned the crowd and sighed in relief when he saw a head of shaggy brown hair bobbing up and down ahead of him. Pushing his way through the crowd, ignoring their polite protests, he quickly caught up with the boy and his group of good-doers as planned but then then something that he hadn't planned happened. The boy turned around.
A flash of black and blue, unnerving amber eyes staring back at him intensely, their cat like resemblance entrancing him. He blinked again his eyes sore from staring so intently and was surprised when he opened his eyes to see it was gone. 'A figment of my imagination? But I could of sworn someone was following me and then then those eyes staring at me, piercing me'.
He could faintly hear Hermione calling his name and it slowly snapped him out of his trance, rocketing him back into reality. His friends who were ahead of him had stopped and were now looking back to where he had unknowingly stopped with concern. He just smiled at them reassuringly and continued on ignoring the worried look they shared because if there was one thing he couldn t stand it was their concern; so overwhelming and real.
Magnus shifted uncomfortably on the small wooden box that had been provided to him by the unfailingly nice (and clueless) wizard and examined his nails lazily. He d been waiting right across for his mark s tent for the last 2 hours and since they entered then no one had emerged and he was starting to get testy.
Oddly enough 800 years of life didn t make him anymore patient. He sighed in relief as the boy he had been waiting for stepped out behind one of those atrociously dressed gingers. His brows furrowed in distaste as he studied their clothes but he quickly dismissed these thoughts and focused on the brown haired boy. The boy seemed to see him staring and looked right through him, the glamour he had placed over himself making him seem like just another curious wizard who had just seen the Boy Who Lived .
He followed behind them closely catching snippets of their conversations about this so called Quidditch and other trivial things. He also noted the way the 2nd youngest ginger and the bushy haired girl ( had she never heard of a straightener? ) kept brushing off each other accidently and stuttering out embarrassed sorries. Why were some humans so..so shy?
Just like Alec they always seemed to be making up excuses and not enjoying something that was in hands reach. Why waste such short lives? It was funny the way he an immortal enjoyed his life to the fullest but these mortals, with their short live span always seemed to have so many restrictions. Filing away these observation for later contemplation he continued up the steep hill after them, once again grumbling about wizards and their odd ways.
Magnus pressed his hands down on the metal bar and leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the boy who lived and his group of good-doers who were still making their way up to top. Magnus decided to move further down the stretch, close enough to observe but not to too close that it could lead to any awkward situations.
He was wondering about the game that was Quidditich when they finally arrived on his right, he ignored them silently and continued staring down on to the pitch, pretending they weren't the reason he was in this godforsaken place. He could feel their eyes on him but he adamantly kept staring down, loftily nodding his head when the oldest of the group greeted him enthusiastically. If he was put out by Magnus's cold return he didn't show it and the group began to chatter excitedly about the long awaited game.
Magnus rubbed a hand over his ear in irritation, the hearing he had picked up along with the cat eyes ( that were no longer cat shaped at the moment ) hearing every harsh sound around him. The next thing he knew a body streaked past his shoulder and he tucked down automatically, his years of experience instantly putting him into stealth mode or as Alec liked to call it ninja mode.
He chuckled as his boyfriends antics ( which got him some weird looks for the others ) as the game began and watched it unfold with detached interest, secretly cheering for the Irish. Alec might like this, he likes butch games after all Magnus thought imaging his boyfriend whizzing around in the air. Now I know what to bring him back, I could even teach him , Magnus giggled to himself, his eyes glazing over as he thought of his blue eyed lover back at home.
He was snapped out of his glorious daydream when the crowd erupted into cheers and chanted the Irish teams name repeatedly. He gracefully stood up and clapped along with them, chuckling as their happiness. It was nice to be surrounded by such innocent feelings for once seeing he was usually surrounded by people with more emotions then a teenage girl on her time of the month. He brushed past his mark and winked at him cheekily before quickly making his way down the once again packed stairs.
Magnus jumped from his seat in alarm when he heard the first explosion and dashed towards the area it had happened, something clenching in his stomach when he realised how close it was to his mark. And just like that people started to scream and run around like headless chickens nearly knocking Magnus over in their haste.
He surveyed the burning tents and squatted down behind one as a group of cloaked men marched by him, shooting balls of crimson fire randomly. 'They're so 16th century', Magnus chuckled quietly, moving to crouch behind another tent and watching in fascination as they all started disappearing into thin air.
That'd be a handy trick he contemplated, straightening up from his hiding place and brushing away the non-existent dirt on his immaculate clothes. He slipped through the burning tents that were slowly starting to flicker out and continued on his search for Harry, occasionally stopping to make sure there were no injured people.
Magnus covered his face when the sky suddenly flashed and looked up through spread fingers at the mark starting to appear in the dark clouds. A noticeable shudder passed down his spin and he scanned the area across from him for the maker of said mark. His eyes landed on a lean man, he could barely make out through the rising smoke, who was staring intently at something or someone in front of him and Magnus followed his gaze until it landed on Harry Potter who was sprawled out on the ground.
Magnus took a loud step forward, purposely stepping on the smouldering wood and he couldn t help the grin that spread across his face when both the mysterious man and his mark snapped around to stare at him. He waved at them jovially and watched with mild interest as the other man turned around and began legging it the opposite direction. He could hear voices approaching from behind the boy so he quickly bowed to a bewildered Harry and disappeared in a flash of blue.
"The whole point was that you weren t meant to be seen", McGonagall said shortly, crossing her arms and staring towards Dumbledore pointedly. "And what if this man hadn t run away and turned on you, what then?", she fumed pacing back and forth. "Well then I would of used my powers to .. eliminate him", Magnus explained picking his words carefully as to not ignite her fury.
McGonagall snorted dubiously and gave him a look that said she rather doubted that statement but Magnus just grinned back at her innocently. "Ahh yes dear but under the circumstances he did what was best", Dumbledore replied finally and waved for her to leave, ignoring the heated glare she was sending his way.
She shot Magnus one last look before closing the door behind her slowly but with more force then necessary. "Just got here and I already made an enemy", Magnus chortled throwing himself down into the chair across from the headmaster. "It's not that she hates you she s just concerned and has an odd way of showing it", Dumbledore chuckled, offering the warlock a sherbet lemon which the other politely declined. Well then we better have a serious talk about what you re going to doing , Dumbledore stated, his voice suddenly taking a serious edge.
Well was that okay? I know I said I'd have it up faster but I couldn't find the book anywhere so I got the film instead T.T Is Magnus okay? I'm sort of worried about keeping him in character :( Well anyway tell me what you think and hopefully the next chapter will be up soon (: