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The Twelve BrothersPrologueThe Twelve Brothers
It wasn’t a dark and stormy night. Well it was dark, but it wasn’t stormy. Well there was some light rain forecast for later on, but that isn’t the issue. What was the issue was that it wasn’t a night to be remembered. It was just a normal night. If it makes you feel any better there was a slight mist. Not a heavy one, just slight. I mean it’s England, you can’t really expect gripping weather on cue can you? The hospital was dark as well. Well, the patients in the ward were sleeping, so of course it was dark. If you walked through the hospital eventually you would find the room were a
by ~Alexgprb
As He DiedThere were no stars that night. That thought seemed to echo around in his empty head. It was a new moon. Remus chuckled to himself. There was blood in his mouth. He could taste the iron, and it made him retch. But there was nothing he could do now. He tried to pick himself from the damp grass, but couldn’t. His fingers slackened around his wand, and it fell out of his hand. He watched idly as it rolled away from him, into the growing darkness. As the darkness clouded his vision, he saw one last thing. His wife Nymphadora, beautiful in death, her eyes wide open and staring glassily.As He Died
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by ~Alexgprb
NecromniconFrom the diary of John Carter, aged 14Necromnicon
12/12/21 Diary, Mother decided to make me clear out the attic again today. After much arguing, I agreed, and began to shift through the cardboard boxes for items that we had no more use for. In the process of doing so, I found a large oak chest with the initials H.C carved into the front. Upon opening it, I saw papers belonging to a Henry Carter, my grandfather from England. It seems that he was a scholar, once working at the British Museum and appar
by ~Alexgprb
No More Heroes - Chapter 1The hands on the clock over the arch at Platform 9 ¾ slowly made its way to ten to nine. Neville’s eyes wandered around the platform and the scarlet engine with steam pouring from it. Small children ran around their weary parents, screaming at the top of their lungs. Elder children waved at their families as they stepped onto the great train. But something was different this year…around the station were shady cloaked figures, always in the shadows and always watching. He would’ve thought of Dementors if he could not feel the suns warmth on his back. He was snapped back to reality by a hard prod in the shoulder. “No More Heroes - Chapter 1
by ~Alexgprb
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