The W-Files
dude (): it was supposed to be short.
now I give you chapter 1
CH 1
It was days like this that almost made him miss home. The cold seeped into his bones, making him want to curl up under the covers and never get up. But that wasn't an option; he had slides to sort in his office. He rubbed his hand on his face in an effort to wake himself up. He sat up on the couch, slightly scowling at the pain in his back. He really needed a bed. He stood up, stretching to try to alleviate some of his discomfort, shuffling to the bathroom. After relieving himself, he looked at himself in the mirror. The image that looked back at him was familiar to him, and yet so foreign. The features that distinguished him were hidden by transfiguration, reinforced daily. Like the emerald green eyes, that had often given him away as much as the lightning bolt scar that graced his forehead. Both were hidden, adjusted, until he looked like your average man. His eyes, now a hazel-green, his forehead, unblemished in its appearance As always, his hair didn't fall completely in line, with the cowlick that wouldn't go away, no matter how many times he waved his wand at it. At most, he only maintained the charm that lightened his hair. Hair gel seemed to help tame his hair. Small adjustments on his face, and he was unrecognizable to anyone from his previous life.
His own name was almost alien to him at this point, so long has he answered to his alias. And it was a very disturbed Auror that came up with the name for this alias, even by wizarding standards.
Famous authors aside, who gets named after an animal?
Over the years, he had developed a sense of the universe and when it was about to throw him a curve ball. Probably from all those years of having an insanely powerful megalomaniac demanding his head since his birth.
He had a sense of the world drawing in a breath, waiting to exhale at the right moment. He just hoped the out-coming breath wasn't attached to a Norwegian Ridgeback.