Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 15 Unexpected
“Take those who are injured to be healed and tended to Dr. Franklin, he’ll be happy to have you in his ‘lair’. As for those four who won please step forward. You have two choices, challenge a third year or be content with your current rank.”
Three male and a female student stepped forward as instructed.
“Anton Von Delarov, I choose to not challenge another upper-class man. I will be contented with the headmistress’ decision.”
The fatty with blond hair declared an the headmistress nodded in response while looking at the one beside the fatty urging him to make a decision.
“I’m Alistair Quinn Kakalov. I…. I also decline the offer for another challenge.”
The emo kid obviously had a problem with voicing out his thoughts, must be because he’s a half-blood he is afraid of being discriminated. Now it’s my turn.
“Viktor Draconov Krum. I am satisfied.”
“Maria Bodanova Petrova. I’ve had enough fighting for today.”
“Very well. You will be the leaders of your year. Rank 4 will go Anton, 3 to Maria, 2 to Alistair and first to Viktor. Are you satisfied with my service?”
“”””YES, headmistress.””””
“Off you go then. The seniors will lead you to your quarters.”
“Alright everyone, a line for girls and one for the boys. Quickly now. Boys follow me.”
A seventh year guided us to where all the first year boys will be staying. There are no separate rooms. Lockers and bunk beds for everyone as they shared a common room. As privilege, higher rankers gets to choose first.
There’s a shower room opposite the boy’s dorm room where one can enjoy a refreshing hot bath after a day’s work.
‘Bliss. The true beauty of life is finding one’s happiness. True happiness can be found in simple things.’
(AN: I hope the readers can fin theirs.)
The night was quite peaceful, the students were pretty much beaten black and blue and kept their thoughts to themselves for now. Those who knew each other from being blood related, marriage related or friends can be seen making conversations already.
“We should sleep early, my father told me it would do me well to rest whenever I can while I’m here. I suggest that you do the same. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
It was fatty Anton talking to Alistair the emo kid, no wonder their levels aren’t that far from one another. It turns out they knew each other because their parents are friends and also went together here in Durmstrang.
It was already late in the night so Viktor decided to catch some zs. One of the benefits of being an occlumens is that the brain can issue a partial shutdown and go straight into wonderlan free from useless sheep counting.
It was three in the morning when Viktor’s senses kicked in and roused him from slumber. He jumped down from his bunk bed, his body glowed with light and he was wearing a black armor similar to those of the shadow elves and behind him is a cape which looks like it was made from ripping the fabric of shadows itself. Viktor willed and he vanished from where he stood. No sound could be heard from his footsteps due to the various charms and enchantments placed in his armor set which he named “shadow’s embrace”. It is virtually undetectable much like Atlantis and also offers protection and augmentation.
He ran towards the source of disturbance, his irises are in constant change as he switched from all kinds of heat, ocular, sonar and magic detection.
First years, second years, third years… Students from different years are coming out of their dorms in secret wearing black hooded cloaks and a skull mask. Their cloaks are magically marked with a very familiar symbol made up of a line, a triangle and a circle, it’s the mark of the deathly hollows.
“The time is near my brethren…. The messiah is coming…. Ask yourselves, ‘am I prepared?’. Are you prepared to sacrifice? To kill? To hurt the few innocents ‘for the greater good?”
“”””””””””””””””””””For the greater good.”””””””””””””””””””””””
‘Hahahahahahahahahaha this is amazing and I suppose old man Gillert is your so called messiah? Are these people Gillert’s loyalists? The old fool did have a slick tongue. Poor souls, they don’t even know what they’re fighting for. Maybe I can make use of them. It’s not a small number of people after all. That old fag is too set into making his beloved Albus suffer.’
Viktor observed the cult as they performed a bunch of rituals in an attempt to get a glimpse of the future their ‘messiah’ would bring. They welcomed the new members and began teaching about Grindelwald’s ideals in life. After nearly an hour the ‘preacher’ began his closing speech. Before everyone dispersed, galleons are collected from the members while the pastor was claiming how the collected galleons would be used to support their cause.
“””””””””””The disapproval of the cowards is praise to the brave! For the greater good.””””””””””
‘These cultists are something else. How can they say cringy lines like those without flinching?’