Shadows

Oct 15, 2021

Chapter 1

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Many have heard the story and many haven't. The story of a great adventure to return something that was once stolen. A fellowship that gathered from all corners of the word, creating bonds on the way, fighting against evil until they reached the gates of… Enough talking. Let's go straight to the story for the adventure awaits to start.

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This story, like many others, starts with school. Inside the great Wizarding and Magical Crafts University of Riverium, the capital of Lavandrum, Harry and George Wright were taking part in a very boring lecture about Safety Measures in Magic Defences Against blah blah blah, boring. Harry's icy blue eyes suddenly held a mischievous glimpse as he looked at his twin's wand. He extended his arm to the violet pocket of his brother's vest and quickly but carefully pushed the wand up his long-sleeved white shirt. He pushed behind his ear some rebellious locks of his curly brown hair and smiled brightly at his now confused twin.  At 24, Harry was as mischievous as ever.

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Harry's good mood made George feel uneasy, so he cleared his throat to remove some of the building anxiety but failed miserably as his brother's smile turned into a smirk.

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"What do you want?" Asked George, fixing his brother's eyes.

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" Nothing of course."

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He then cast a spell making the professor's dark gloomy outfit change into a clown costume. He didn't seem to notice so he continued to ramble about the importance of knowing how to silently cast a spell. But the class noticed, of course. They were silently laughing, suddenly becoming conscious as the boring lesson took an interesting turn. George's ears were red and his eyes filled with tears, suddenly understanding what Harry was laughing about.

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"Turn him back you rascal, we will get ourselves in trouble, again."

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Harry laughed some more and turned the professor back, feeling satisfied as the whole class had been brought back to life.

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As he was opening his notebook to take some notes because exams were coming soon, he felt a sudden chill running down his back. George's muscles tensed and he reached for his wand but found the space empty. The professor went silent and everybody instinctually grabbed their wand. Cold, freezing air was filling their lungs making it hard to breathe, their once-sleepy eyes were now fully awake and alerted and every muscle of their body was screaming to run, yet no one moved an inch. Thick darkness filled the room as if it was searching for something it couldn't find.

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And George's wand fell from Harry's sleeve, on the cold, stone floor, the sound echoing around the room when it suddenly came to a stop. The darkness stopped its searching. It turned towards the twins and the temperature dropped even more, making the glass jars, in which animal parts were stored for potions, explode.

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Harry started shivering and his wand felt too hot and heavy and he dropped it on the floor. The darkness passed through them and for a split second they saw a long misty hallway at which end was a large black door.

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" Thieves…"

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And just as it appeared, the darkness suddenly disappeared. The students were terrified, frozen in their chairs, unable to speak, crying softly while looking at the professor. He too was shaken up, his hands trembling, he cleared his throat and announced the class dismissal,  while rushing out of the room, murmuring about not being ready yet.

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Harry and George were still too shaken to do anything. What started as a boring class turned into a confusing catastrophe. The other students started gathering their things, quickly leaving the room, much like the professor, but the twins didn't move a muscle. They were looking at nothing in particular, their eyes lost on the blackboard as if they could look through it.

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The room itself wasn't something eye-catching. The walls were painted a pale shade of khaki, dark wooden desks and chairs, some cabinets full of potions, the professor's larger desk and the blackboard. But to the twins, it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

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"What are we doing here?" Finally, George spoke, making his brother jump in surprise.

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"Excuse me?" Harry said while bending to pick the wands from the cold, stone-like floor.

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"Why are we still here, looking like some dum-dums, let's go!"

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Simultaneously the boys raised, making a loud screeching sound with their chairs that made both of them grimace.

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"We need to talk with professor Haisemberg about this. Maybe he can make some light in our heads." George said, feeling unexpectedly courageous. From near the door where he stopped to wait for his brother:" Come on now, we don't have all day!".

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Harry followed shortly behind, feeling uneasy but he remained silent.

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And so they started sprinting down the narrow, crowded corridors of the university, passing paintings and statues that were screaming after them:

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"Turn around! Don't go there! Please listen to us!". But the twins didn't listen because the art pieces were well known for disturbing wizards, too bad that time they were telling the truth.

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They turned another corner, jumped on the flying staircase and fell on their back breathing heavily.

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"HOW DARE YOU NOT LISTEN TO ME, YOU RASCALS! I AM THE STATUE OF QUEEN SABRINA THE SIXTH! YOU SHALL LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY. NOW, BOW!"

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The twins were staring at her with wide eyes before bursting into laughter. Their reaction was very much exaggerated, but you couldn't blame them, knowing the trauma they had just passed through.

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"Firstly, you are very very very very old," said Harry while George giggled.

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" I would have used the word dead, but that works too."

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Harry and the statue rolled their eyes.

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"As I was saying, secondly, we don't have the time, today, for any of your silly games, your highness."

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The statue's stone eyes turned misty white, it extended one arm towards the boys, catching Harry by his left leg. Then with the other hand, it started pulling him down the flying stairs. Harry was desperately holding on to the railing with both hands, screaming at his brother to do something. George picked his wand and started thinking.

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"FASTER GEORGE!"

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But he was panicking! So many years of learning about spells and nothing was crossing his mind! Maybe if he used a pushing spell? No, that will probably kill Harry! Or, perhaps a levitation spell? No, that won't work!

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His thoughts had been interrupted by a strange breaking sound and Harry's loud cry.

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"THE DEAD LADY BROKE MY LEG! SHE BROKE MY LEG!"

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Without thinking further George yelled over Harry's pained rumblings " Defensio!" And a large milky bubble grew between Harry and the statue making it fall off the stairs and crashing on the floor. George helped Harry up and together they walked to the top of the stairs, from where they soon stepped on the highest level of the university.

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George laid Harry down and started healing his broken leg, using the spell cura.

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In no time they were walking again, shoulder to shoulder. Two more corners and they were staying in front of a large dark wood door.

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There even the walls were different, instead of that light paint that was everywhere else in the building, the hallway was painted in a rich light shade of green, with some golden applications on the walls to mimic leaves. Heavy dark green curtains were covering the large glass windows, allowing only a few rays of moonlight to dance on the walls.

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George pushed the door open and both boys stepped inside.

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"Professor?"

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In the middle of the room, on the green and red rug, a person was laying still. The boys took three more steps and froze, for the person laying still was the professor and the red and green rug was just a regular green rug soaked in fresh blood.

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It couldn't be true. What on earth was happening?

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Finally, the accumulated stress and fear broke the dam inside them and they started crying, falling on their knees, next to the peaceful corpse.

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But fate wasn't done with them yet and when they thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. From the marble fireplace placed nicely in the right corner of the room, wizards started appearing, coming out of blue flames.

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Soon, the room was filled with at least 20 people, all with their wands ready. At last, one more wizard exited the fireplace, a tall well-built man, with a short military haircut and amazing golden eyes. He cleared his throat and stopped right in front of the body.

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"George and Harry Wright, in the quality of Captain of The Wizarding Police of Riverium, in the presence of 18 high classed and common wizards I find you guilty for the murder of professor Haisemberg and sentence you with immediate death, as punishment."

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The twins wanted to argue but they couldn't bring themselves to open their mouths. They saw a green light coming out of the Captain's wand and waited, closing their eyes.

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"I love you!" Said the twins, holding their hands tightly.

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"Memento mori!" And the green light shot towards them.

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But just then, the green rug they were sitting on closed around them like a flower and started spinning so fast that the spell the Captain threw rebounded, killing a poor fly that was flying around the room. Before they could count to three, the rug was gone.

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"It was a teleportation key! The old man still had a trick up his sleeve. What are you looking at? FIND THEM!".

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A few more seconds passed and the room was almost empty. Only a beautiful black-haired woman and the Captain we're left staring at the place the rug used to be.

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" Master won't be pleased." Said the woman, using her wand to place some locks of hair behind her ear. Then she went back to the fireplace and left as well.

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George and Harry were not having it well either. They were pushed in the woolly material unable to move, their eyes and brains were spinning in their head making focusing or thinking impossible. Their organs were twisting and spinning, and not doing what they were supposed to.

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Just as fast as it started, it stopped and they fell headfirst on the floor. The rug rolled itself and flew behind a couch to rest. The boys groaned trying to make the room stay still but failed.

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"Where, where are we?"

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Somehow they managed to sit normally on the floor and after 5-7 minutes they regained their vision back. They saw a large yellow room, with a  dark wooden floor, an old leather couch and 4 armchairs, a few blankets, some empty bottles of God knows what on the coffee table, and behind them a large bookshelf, filled with books and maps.

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"What is this place?" Asked Harry.

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"Where is the body?" Asked George horrified.

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"I think I can clear some of your confusion, boys!"

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Answered a voice. On the couch was now sitting a man, whose brown eyes sparkled with excitement. It was Aaron, their vampire friend that they met 20 years ago in a summer camp. He looked the same as he did then, of course.

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"Don't give me that look. I can explain some things."

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Aaron was well known for being mysterious and hard to understand, after all, he had seen many movies and read many books about vampires. He knew how a vampire was supposed to be.

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"Stop that. Seriously. Or do you want me to have a taste of your blood? Mhm?" He said picking up a black book, with a chess piece on it, from the floor.

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"Aaron, we are having a terrible day. Could you please stop being annoying and explain what's going on?" said Harry.

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In a blink of an eye, Aaron was near the door. He opened it and a small, dwarfish man entered the room, holding an axe and a silver dagger. Aaron made a disgusted face and turned back to the couch.

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"This is uh…" the man scoffed at the ignorant vampire and proceeded to introduce himself, in his manner.

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" The name's Sebastian, I'm a werewolf from the Nihtrum realm, son of Argon, chief of the werewolves and I'm here to help on the upcoming quest!... Why are they looking at me like that?"

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He turned to the vampire. Aaron let out a dramatic sigh and from where he picked the book, appeared a squishy dog toy, shaped like a bone. He squished it twice, getting the werewolf attention.

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" You want it boy? Do you want it? Ah ah, wait! Fetch!" He said and threw it out of the room. Sebastian turned into a wolf, to the twin's disbelief, and started happily running for the toy.

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"Anyway, long story short, Death has chosen you to join a quest to bring him back something, the professor knew he was going to die because the guy with golden eyes is a mysterious figure and I don't know a lot of things about their relationship, but he enchanted that horrible nasty rug to teleport you to here because he knew "Goldy" was going to blame the two of you. Don't ask me why or how, I don't know. So now, you are stuck in this quest and you probably had a vision about a black door, that's because that is where we have to bring the thing. We will wait for you to rest and then we are leaving. Ok?"

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The twins had their mouths open like fishes, impressed, terrified and confused were only a few adjectives with which you could describe the look on their faces.

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"I don't know if I should be scared of what you just said…" said George.

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"Or scared because you have actually been useful!" Said Harry.

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The vampire threw them a sarcastic look, which turned into amusement when he saw Sebastian, son of Argon, as a human, with the toy in his mouth, shooting him death glares.

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"How do you know all these things?" Asked George.

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This time Sebastian, who was busy shoving the dog toy into the vampire's mouth, spoke.

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"We know because we have been selected too. Now get some sleep, because the adventure awaits!"

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The vampire laughed tears streaming down his face

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" You talk like we are still in the 18th century! Believe me, I've been there and…"

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Sebastian managed to shove the dog toy in his mouth finally making Aaron shut up.

The twins curled up on the floor, covering themselves with a blanket Sebastian gave them and drifted off to sleep, too exhausted to stay awake anymore.

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Meanwhile, on a tall building two slender figures, their faces and bodies covered in large green cloaks, both having bows and backpacks, were staring at the sleeping city, listening for a sound that could make their journey start.

(A Harry Potter inspired story. I don't own Harry Potter and all the author rights for the references go to the amazing J.K.Rowling. All I own is the plot and the characters)


Articol realizat de Mîndru Mihaela

Articol editat de Cismaru Lucian

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