The Master : Flight chapter 1From up here I can see smoke rising up from the village: i can see the birds circling the tall spires of the Cathedral. i can also see the misery and suffering throughout the land, the evidence is there, the cries of hardship and pain. towers of forts, castles and gaurd towers peek up over the tree line, as iff trying to prove the master cans ee you wherever you are.
I escaped, against all odds I went to the one place they can't get you. the forest. I would always come here to get away, but now I'm truly free I feel a bit lonely. I hooted like an owl and got five returned. I have some friends out here, people who escaped just like me. I scale down the tree to be greeted by robbin. A smaal, skinny figure with pale green eyes and black hair. She had the sweetest smile that made her eyes crincle and it gave you a warm fuzzy feeling.
At full speed I reached the camp within minutes. I grabbed my bow and quiver and went hunting. i had my bow drawn, ready for anything that would o
harry potter fan fiction chapter one part oneI stand there facing the heavy oak doors that lead into the Grand Hall of Hogwarts. A tall yet skinny lady with grey hair scraped into a bun was standing in front of us, reading out instructions. As if by magic the oak doors opened revealing a large, rectangular shaped hall with four separate tables with a bench on either side. At the top a small three legged stall sat there with a ragged looking hat. We were led up through the aisle, I felt like we were being displayed like animals. A humungous table was laid with glass cups and silver goblets, I was under the impression the guy directly in front of me was the headmaster. He had a long silver beard, long silver hair and half-moon glasses.
The lady, who I assumed was in charge of sorting us, rolled out her scroll. She started reading out names and the hat would shout out houses. When she said my name, everyone gasped and the headmaster perked up a bit. I went up sat on the stool and let the hat work its magic.
“Ah, Harry Potter I
Attack of the balls part oneTwo teenage girls were hovering casually above a McDonald’s fast food restaurant. One had massively frizzy honey brown hair and hazel eyes; her face was covered by a deep purple eye mask. Her lilac t-shirt was embroidered with a shield witch contained the initials; T.B.B. she wore purple leggings and white trainers. The other had short burnt honeycomb hair and ice blue eyes. Her eye mask was sea green. She wore a turquoise top with blue trousers. Her top was embroidered with a paw print that held the initial W. the one in purple was “the Ball Buster” and the one in blue was “the wolf”. Both had supernatural powers.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city a small round squishy object sat there, crying. Some poor innocent child walked past and felt so sympathetic for the poor creature she picked it up. That was a grave mistake. The ball grew black horns and tail, its small sad round eyes enlarged and went night black. But last of all it grew fangs and