In the deep foreboding mists that surrounded Privet Drive that fateful night, as the cloak-clad backs of Albus Dumbledore and his companions receded into the distance, the rhythmic sound of footsteps filled the air.
Two green, lightly-glowing eyes peered out from the grey fog, glaring at the receding figures of the three sorcerers. Black smoke hissed and whistled through the air, tendrils of it slapping the ground and lashing the air as a low growl of anger filled the air. In the deep stillness of midnight, a baby woke up, and fate was forever changed. The glowing, emerald eyes slid from the wizards and witch to the small baby curled up on the steps before the front door of Number Four Privet Drive, and slightly widened, their pupils constricting as they took in the sight of the shivering infant, covered in grime
"What in the Basilisk's name is happening here ?", a voice sounded, as the figure knelt to get a better look at the infant. The dark smoke turned a soothing grey, which eventually faded to white, as he looked at the child. He picked up the letter that sat on top the baby and began reading it, his eyes widening slightly as he did so.
"What sort of person would leave an infant with these people ?", he said ,spitting out the word "people", like he didn't believe they were actually people.
All of a sudden, with an ominous hum, the fog rushed away, breaking into shreds and dissolving into nothingness, revealing the figure.
It was a tall man, dressed in a sleek, black suit, wearing white, velvet gloves with thin copper thread forming a pattern of snakes on the edges, with each snake devouring the next. The suit itself, had a thin emerald sheen in some parts, forming the figures of a large snake baring its fangs on one half, and an eye under a strange symbol, of a four-pointed star with thin lines of smoke wrapped around its extremities
Right over his lapel, in thin golden thread, a word was inscribed. "Emrys", and directly over it, "Nyx" in silver thread.
In one hand, he held a tall ebony staff, topped with the curling figure of an emerald serpent, with scales highlighted with silver. The serpent was baring its fangs, revealing a ruby tongue, and four citrine fangs.
Under the snake, connecting it to the staff was a thick hoop of bronze, with a phrase inscribed in what appeared to be fire, "Mori ante finem amoris" ("To die before the end of love") and another phrase, in glowing red, lettering "Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven".
The man could only be described as uniquely beautiful, with pale, ivory skin, almost blending in with the silver hair that hung down to his shoulders like a foaming waterfall. His eyes were emerald, and glowed slightly with an inner fire, resembling fire through stained green glass.
He spoke again, revealing ivory teeth, with slightly sharpened ends, "O infant, your guardians have failed you"
He knelt down again, grabbing the child with both arms and raising him up in a bridal carry, "I am Serpens Emrys, and I, too, have few who I can call family. Come, we who are alone, must comfort each other"
So saying, he turned on his heel, and walked off into the night, the child in his arms.
The mist reformed behind him, and in the steady darkness, a snapping sound could be heard, like the thread of Fate, that bound Harry so tightly, was at last broken
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