Halloween the night of fear, the night for the dead, the night for magic.
Hogwarts a school for the extraordinary, a school for the lost, a school for magic.
Harry Potter a student, a hero, a target for luck.
Luck is good, is bad, is universal.
Fred and George are twins, are individuals, are the same.
Marauders a group of misfits, a group of pranksters, a family.
Challenge is a battle, a doubt, a mistake.
Prank war is a war of pranks, a battle of honor, a bit of madness.
Time…is magic, is luck, is…another year? Month? Week? Day? Night? Hour? Minute? Second? Breath…
Light is caring? Is good? Is Dark.
Dark is hate? Is bad? Is light.
Magic is life, belief, is…
Life is trying, dreaming, you.
Werewolves are dangerous, powerful, and strong
Surprises are wonderful, terrifying, and major shocks.
Harry Potter is nervous. Tonight is
Halloween, the night
Harry Potter’s parents died. While most Muggle kids are running around collecting candy and wizard kids spread rumors about the feast,
Harry Potter worried.
Halloween has never been a good holiday for
Harry Potter. When he was two he lost his parents, be a six year old he turned his teacher’s hair blue and got in trouble, at age eleven he battled a mountain troll, fourteen he was entered into a deadly tournament. Really he shouldn’t be surprised at what his
luck and
magic in general,
light or
dark brought him. The
Marauders, transcending
time stood before
Fred and George excepting the
challenge to a
prank war.
Hogwarts will never be the same, especially since it now had two
werewolves or three...? This being said lets start from the beginning when our
lives turned messy.
It was a cold night that Halloween night dark and silent something in the air tingled with a mysterious magic even the muggle could taste it on the air. Magic and time where up to something mischievous. Two people appeared out of the air, one a woman, the other a man. “Magic” the man said looking to the woman, “how great it is to see you again.” Her long black hair shimmered with a sort of dust and sparked with electricity.
“You as well time, you as well.” She seamed slightly distracted “we are doing the right thing her right?” she looked to the man. He smiled at her his blonde hair fell to his shoulders “it will be fun and no one will get hurt”
“You can bet on that” and older woman popped up beside the two. “next time you two go of switching people around let me know I have a hard enough time, shut up!, as it is.”
“Sorry Fate” the two said together.
“let this work if I were you two I would speak with hope and maybe love you have set the ball in motion now you have to watch it swing.” And with that the old woman, Fate, faded away with the wind.
“Time?” the woman, Magic, asked “do you think we messed everything up?”
“No!” he yelled “it will all work out you’ll see.” He grabbed her by the arm and turned her to face him. “If it does not than, I will take the blame. All of the blame if you want!”
“You do not give up do you?” she asked looking into his black swirling eyes with her own color changing ones
“No, and even if I did I would still love you and protect you” he said quietly. Magic leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“I will think.” She said before fading in the wind leaving time to stand on the mountain side alone. He sighed before following her and Fate.
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