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Derfel · 02-20-2010, 06:34 AM

A/N: Thanks again for you comments, I love to hear from you all and apologies if I've appeared negligent.
Here it is, Chapter 1. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: As above.

Chapter 1: A new beginning

LILY LUNA POTTER thumped her pillow in frustration. Fifteen years and only now does her father yell at her. She had seen him yell at her brothers before; seen the way their faces fell. But he had never yelled at her.
Confused, Lily sank into her bed, tears threatening to win the battle of inner turmoil and form mini rivers down her face. Her crime?
Talking to her mother about a boy she had a crush on. Her father had overheard, "long hair, male and in to death as far as I can make out," and gone ballistic; yelling at her not to be so stupid in her choice of men and also to never discuss death so casually.

Burying her face into her softest, pinkest pillow, Lily began to sob. The effort causing her shoulders to move violently with each fresh breath. Locked in her misery, she failed to hear the soft knock at her door or the draught as it was opened. She did, however, notice her mother's arms wrap themselves around her.
"He hates me mum," Lily wailed.
Ginny smiled reassuringly at her only daughter, "he doesn't hate you, silly. He adores you and is scared of losing you to some arrogant boy who won't care about you or look after you half as much as you deserve." Ginny paused to wipe a tear from her daughter's face.
"He really thinks no one will care about me?" Tears threatened to overwhelm her again.
"You're his princess sweetie. Even Prince Charming would struggle to look good in your father's eyes." Ginny brushed a lock of hair from Lily's forehead, "do you want to know a secret?"
Lily wanted to continue crying and be left alone but a small part of her was glad of her mother's company. She didn't want to be left alone. Lily managed a small nod in response to her mother's question.
"When you began crying and ran off, your father completely changed; it was as if, to coin a muggle expression, he had been punched in the stomach. He definitely didn't want you to react like this."
Ginny pulled away and studied her daughter. Lily reminded her a lot of herself at that age and she could tell that her daughter wanted to be alone, though it wouldn't do her any good now that she was already crying. "Come on you. Your grandmother is waiting."

Molly Weasley did not even blink as the kitchen door slammed open and Harry Potter wandered into the room, looking thoroughly miserable.
"Girl trouble, dear?" She asked, pressing a tea cake into his unresisting hands as she did so, "I'm here if you need advice. Arthur is in the shed if you need consoling," she finished with a wry grin.
Harry looked at his host as she finished speaking, noting the changes since the first time they had met: a fateful september day thirty-two years ago. Her red hair had given up the battle against grey and her skin was more lined with age, but her eyes had not changed - still full of compassion after all these years.
"I yelled at Lily," Harry's own eyes glistened with tears as he recalled the hurt on his daughter's face. "All she was doing was talking about boys with Ginny and I yelled at her."
"Now now Harry, no need to over react." Arthur Weasley spoke from the door.
Before he could respond to his father-in-law, Harry was distracted by a small bushy haired bundle of energy that charged into the kitchen from the living room. Rose Weasley charged towards him, arms akimbo, she launched herself at her uncle's chest. "Uncle Harry!" She yelled in delight as she hugged him, unwittingly knocking the untouched tea cake from his grasp.
She quickly let go and hugged her grandparents; who shared her excited mood, "happy seventeenth birthday!" They both called.
Rose nodded in excitement, "thank you," she giggled as her grandfather made a knut appear behind her ear - a trick he had learned from George over twenty years ago.
"Where are the rest of your family, Rose?" Harry asked, desperately searching for an excuse for his misery.
"Oh they're on their way. Is everything okay uncle?" Typical teenage unconcern changing instantly.
"Nothing to worry about Rose, I just want to speak to your father."
"Work?"
"Yes." Harry sighed, glad a subject that bored his niece could become the excuse.
"Ugh, do you really have to work on my birthday, Uncle?" Rose asked petulantly. She pursed her lips and looked so much like a disapproving Hermoine that Harry had to laugh.

* * * * * *

The meeting place, Ogranak thought, was far too run down and dark to suggest anything good. Also, the last time this place had been used - some four-hundred years ago - it had ended in disaster.
He muttered to himself, suddenly wary of agreeing to this whispered meeting. Having agreed to it, however, he knew he had to go through it.
A surly expression that had manifested itself on his face moments before disappeared upon seeing the goblin sitting at the end of a long table; surrounded by several goblins and two hooded wizards.
"Ah, Ogranak," Head Goblin Kurzog called across the room,"take a seat. We have much to discuss."
With an uneasy glance at the two wizards, one of whom was much younger but seemed to be the leader, Ogranak sat down, nodding a greeting at his fellow goblins. All of which were dressed in black except
"Shaman Krull," Kurzog unnecessarily named the only goblin dressed in red and wearing a gold ceremonial skull mask.
Krull immediately stood,"Now that you are all here my friends, I may begin." His voice, for a goblin, was curiously low pitched.
Ogranak continued to observe the wizards rather than listen to the Shaman's tripe. The older of the two was clearly uncomfortable in the company of goblins. What did that mean? Wizards were supposed to love all creatures these days.
His curiosity was piqued. This meeting meant no good, but was approved by these wizards. Something big was about to happen.
"Are you with me, my brothers?" Ogranak caught the last of Krull's nonsense and duly cheered with the others.
The younger wizard stood, eager to address his companions, unaware that in the new light a profile of his face could be made, even beneath the hood. Ogranak recognised him but stayed silent. "My friends," the youngster began,"each of you has been chosen for your networks and your ability to deal in the shadows. Call upon your brothers, persuade them to join our just cause. Together we will right the past. Together we will restore goblins to their rightful place!"
A great cheer greeted this. Only Ogranak noticed to older wizard leave. He would stay for now, figure out what was going on. All he knew was that an ancient treasure was to be recovered.

Prologue

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

02-20-2010, 06:34 AM	#6 (permalink)
Derfel Jarvey Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Wales Posts: 637 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ambrocinius Fifth Year	A/N: Thanks again for you comments, I love to hear from you all and apologies if I've appeared negligent. Here it is, Chapter 1. Let me know what you think. Disclaimer: As above. Chapter 1: A new beginning LILY LUNA POTTER thumped her pillow in frustration. Fifteen years and only now does her father yell at her. She had seen him yell at her brothers before; seen the way their faces fell. But he had never yelled at her. Confused, Lily sank into her bed, tears threatening to win the battle of inner turmoil and form mini rivers down her face. Her crime? Talking to her mother about a boy she had a crush on. Her father had overheard, "long hair, male and in to death as far as I can make out," and gone ballistic; yelling at her not to be so stupid in her choice of men and also to never discuss death so casually. Burying her face into her softest, pinkest pillow, Lily began to sob. The effort causing her shoulders to move violently with each fresh breath. Locked in her misery, she failed to hear the soft knock at her door or the draught as it was opened. She did, however, notice her mother's arms wrap themselves around her. "He hates me mum," Lily wailed. Ginny smiled reassuringly at her only daughter, "he doesn't hate you, silly. He adores you and is scared of losing you to some arrogant boy who won't care about you or look after you half as much as you deserve." Ginny paused to wipe a tear from her daughter's face. "He really thinks no one will care about me?" Tears threatened to overwhelm her again. "You're his princess sweetie. Even Prince Charming would struggle to look good in your father's eyes." Ginny brushed a lock of hair from Lily's forehead, "do you want to know a secret?" Lily wanted to continue crying and be left alone but a small part of her was glad of her mother's company. She didn't want to be left alone. Lily managed a small nod in response to her mother's question. "When you began crying and ran off, your father completely changed; it was as if, to coin a muggle expression, he had been punched in the stomach. He definitely didn't want you to react like this." Ginny pulled away and studied her daughter. Lily reminded her a lot of herself at that age and she could tell that her daughter wanted to be alone, though it wouldn't do her any good now that she was already crying. "Come on you. Your grandmother is waiting." Molly Weasley did not even blink as the kitchen door slammed open and Harry Potter wandered into the room, looking thoroughly miserable. "Girl trouble, dear?" She asked, pressing a tea cake into his unresisting hands as she did so, "I'm here if you need advice. Arthur is in the shed if you need consoling," she finished with a wry grin. Harry looked at his host as she finished speaking, noting the changes since the first time they had met: a fateful september day thirty-two years ago. Her red hair had given up the battle against grey and her skin was more lined with age, but her eyes had not changed - still full of compassion after all these years. "I yelled at Lily," Harry's own eyes glistened with tears as he recalled the hurt on his daughter's face. "All she was doing was talking about boys with Ginny and I yelled at her." "Now now Harry, no need to over react." Arthur Weasley spoke from the door. Before he could respond to his father-in-law, Harry was distracted by a small bushy haired bundle of energy that charged into the kitchen from the living room. Rose Weasley charged towards him, arms akimbo, she launched herself at her uncle's chest. "Uncle Harry!" She yelled in delight as she hugged him, unwittingly knocking the untouched tea cake from his grasp. She quickly let go and hugged her grandparents; who shared her excited mood, "happy seventeenth birthday!" They both called. Rose nodded in excitement, "thank you," she giggled as her grandfather made a knut appear behind her ear - a trick he had learned from George over twenty years ago. "Where are the rest of your family, Rose?" Harry asked, desperately searching for an excuse for his misery. "Oh they're on their way. Is everything okay uncle?" Typical teenage unconcern changing instantly. "Nothing to worry about Rose, I just want to speak to your father." "Work?" "Yes." Harry sighed, glad a subject that bored his niece could become the excuse. "Ugh, do you really have to work on my birthday, Uncle?" Rose asked petulantly. She pursed her lips and looked so much like a disapproving Hermoine that Harry had to laugh. * * * * * * The meeting place, Ogranak thought, was far too run down and dark to suggest anything good. Also, the last time this place had been used - some four-hundred years ago - it had ended in disaster. He muttered to himself, suddenly wary of agreeing to this whispered meeting. Having agreed to it, however, he knew he had to go through it. A surly expression that had manifested itself on his face moments before disappeared upon seeing the goblin sitting at the end of a long table; surrounded by several goblins and two hooded wizards. "Ah, Ogranak," Head Goblin Kurzog called across the room,"take a seat. We have much to discuss." With an uneasy glance at the two wizards, one of whom was much younger but seemed to be the leader, Ogranak sat down, nodding a greeting at his fellow goblins. All of which were dressed in black except "Shaman Krull," Kurzog unnecessarily named the only goblin dressed in red and wearing a gold ceremonial skull mask. Krull immediately stood,"Now that you are all here my friends, I may begin." His voice, for a goblin, was curiously low pitched. Ogranak continued to observe the wizards rather than listen to the Shaman's tripe. The older of the two was clearly uncomfortable in the company of goblins. What did that mean? Wizards were supposed to love all creatures these days. His curiosity was piqued. This meeting meant no good, but was approved by these wizards. Something big was about to happen. "Are you with me, my brothers?" Ogranak caught the last of Krull's nonsense and duly cheered with the others. The younger wizard stood, eager to address his companions, unaware that in the new light a profile of his face could be made, even beneath the hood. Ogranak recognised him but stayed silent. "My friends," the youngster began,"each of you has been chosen for your networks and your ability to deal in the shadows. Call upon your brothers, persuade them to join our just cause. Together we will right the past. Together we will restore goblins to their rightful place!" A great cheer greeted this. Only Ogranak noticed to older wizard leave. He would stay for now, figure out what was going on. All he knew was that an ancient treasure was to be recovered. Prologue Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 __________________ The ballad of Gryffindors sword 16+ Chapter 12 up! Last edited by Derfel; 01-26-2012 at 02:20 AM.