The room was silent and huge; cool slabs of moonlight slid gradually down each of the crescent platforms within it. An enormous wooden desk rose from the highest platform, moored beneath the tapering point of the ceiling and framed by two swords, fixed in a cross behind it. The red stone buried in the hilt of the larger sword gleamed whitely.
It was after midnight when a figure slid open the window, slipped inside and paused; the paintings surrounding the room were curtained. The figure stepped cautiously behind the desk, faced the swords and gripped the hilt of the larger one, breaking it apart from the other with a resounding crack. Moving quickly back to the window, the figure sheathed the sword behind their back and slipped back out of the window before the siren began to sound.
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The Founders
FanfictionKyra Chen is beginning her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when a series of unusual events converge- a new student, a theft- to form a dangerous and intricate plot that entangles her and her friends and draws them deep into...
