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The lamp cast it's golden light over a piece of parchment that lay unrolled beside it. The light caressed the slanted scrawl like a lover. It looked as if the letter had been handled a few too many times. Perhaps it had been read over and over again. Mayhaps it's recipient had been trying to decipher some sort of meaning from the message. Maybe. The lamo though, would never know. All it would play witness to were three confused teenagers reading it over every few hours or so.
Potter,
If you are reading this, then I am dead and the deliverer has done his job. Also if you are reading this then the letter to my brother was intercepted or he to is dead. If the latter be true, then like the day you were born, you are our societies one last hope. I hate to put this on you when you are only in school, but Potter, you must do this. I bid you, go to the Malfoy estate in France and you will find a book. In a French bookshelf the only Italian book. From there you will find what you are to do. Please, if you are anything like my brother and your father I pray that you suceed in all tha that I ask of you.
Sincerely,
R.A.B.
In the growing darkness the lamp's light grew brighter as it was the only lit object in the entire room. Even the light of the fire was nothing but dieing embers as the last crackles of the flames died out. The Gryffindor common room, lit by the solitary lamp on the table by the portrait entrance, was finally silent. The Gryffindor students hat remained were all, by now, tucked safely into their beds. Suddenly, a noise interrupted the quiet. It was soft, but it was a noise none-the-less. The sound of bare feet could be heard on the stairs to the boy's dormitory. A dark haired male in green pajamas scuttled down the stairs and over to the desk. He picked up the parchment and cast a look around. He tapped the lamp with his wand and the light dimmed to no more than a faint glow before the lamp too settled in for the night. Wand tucked away and parchment in hand, The Boy Who Lived made his way back to his own bed for what he hoped would be a decent night's rest.
 rentedretard · Fri Nov 06, 2009 @ 03:35am · 0 Comments |
