Quidditch

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It was a quiet moonless night. Nothing could be seen in the dark. Sounds however were in abundance. The sound of waves could be heard in the distance along with loud mechanical noises and the sound of creatures and a loud alarm filled the air.



Many people were running to get to their destinations. Then four luminous lights emerged high in the skies revealing a section of what appeared to be a city and then dozens of lights and explosions filled the night.


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Many of them appeared to wear soldier uniforms and a few sorcerers and spell casters shouted their enchantments towards the sky that appeared to be a mix of dark creatures and enemy combatants.


"KEEP FIRING!" One of the soldiers shouted as he was mounted on a cannon shooting at multiple dark creatures.


"THERE ARE TOO MANY!" Another shouted.


"MORE ON THE RIGHT!" The battle raged on with the night sky constantly alight.


A few miles away there was a larger city-like structure. In the center was the tallest building as a man was watching the chaos in the distance.  He was well dressed and wore a crown on his troubled brow. He took a breath and exhaled in worry as he saw what would be the first day of many to come. The battle in the distance continued with the king watching he knew this was coming and he tried to avoid it as long as he could. But in the end War is inevitable.


"So It begins."
















Y/n was asleep in his bed and seemed to be tossing a little as he seemed to be having the same nightmare as he did before school started. He was running in a dark forest and tripped over the dead unicorn again; however the figure was nowhere to be seen this time. So why was he running? The dream changed scenery from a forest to a small dark room. He looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary or anything as it was impossible to see almost anything until some small flames erupted in the center of the room and his eyes landed on a large golden mirror.

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