First story ever. Read and review and do help me out. Looking for a beta reader. The story will get updated every 1-2 weeks. Expect the chapter length to go up as well.
J.K Rowling was the creator. I'm just borrowing her amazing creation.
Starts out vague but you'll understand soon enough.
For millennia, he laid dormant. In a little emerald ring, he bided his time, hoping that one day he would be reborn anew. He knew not the passing of time. He hoped his brother and sisters were safe. He didn't know where he was, neither did he know where his siblings were. He could only hope they survived and were safe. They had decided together to save themselves for the future if need be, but each had done it on their own in private. He didn't know how much of them survived. Millennia blew by and he researched as much as he could without a physical body. This was the only way he could guarantee his sanity.
After ages of waiting he noticed something different. He could see the light. So he did the most obvious thing and blitzed towards it as fast as he could. But oh was he wrong. He managed to understand a few things during the brief connection. The year - 1943. He had been unknowingly left in his chamber by his own daughter. His daughter who knew nothing about him. But this was not his daughter's heir. This was his son's heir who put him on. And he could sense that the person who put him on was deeply twisted. He himself was twisted. But twisted only to make sure they survived. His son's heir was similarly twisted but he could feel him trying to go further. This being was not worthy of his knowledge nor his secrets. He hissed mentally "You are not my heir youngling. You are not worthy ", and threw himself back down the connection. The ring glowed with power, shining brightly, until it vanished from the finger. A howl of anger echoed through the castle. A decision was made that night. A decision that would add another ghost to the most haunted place on Earth. The ring, hidden from only this person's view stayed in the chamber. Never knowing when his chosen one would come.
He could feel something attach to his being. Since the last time he rejected someone, he knew that roughly 36 years had gone by. He knew this only because he was waiting to let go. He had promised himself another 50 years of waiting before letting go. The only reason he could feel it was because he was in this state of limbo. As soon as it attached to him he knew he lost the option of passing on. So he did the only thing he could. He analysed that ' string ' as much as he could. He could feel that it would be time for him soon. Time for him to re-emerge into the world of magic.
He felt something, someone nearby. It felt different only because he could never feel without being in contact with someone. There was a building sense of foreboding which was agitating him. He got the impression that he was needed. He could also sense his brother in all but blood close by, which shouldn't be possible as he never told him about this chamber. The only reason he could feel him was because he was in contact with a magical being and was broadcasting his presence. Feeling not in the material way, but in a spiritual way. Words could not describe the sensation. With only a single thought dominating his mind, his power surged. The emerald brightened to blinding levels. It lifted off its pedestal and shot out, seeking the source of the feeling.