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Title: The Centaur's Shrine (The Centaur's Shrine Prologue)
Author Name: Arnaldus
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: PS/SS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP. Written between Order of Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince.
Genre: Action, Romance
Era: The Harry Potter at Hogwarts Years
Summary: Sequel to Harry Potter and the Six Founders - The New Founders will get their first taste of wizard politics as they are called upon to fight a new, insidious enemy, challenging the legendary friendship holding them together. Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, a new trio will take over the Marauders' mantle.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:
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... "You understand what I had to do now, don't you?" said Fudge.
Percy shook his head, confused.
"And it worked. Thanks Merlin. Everyone played their parts and it worked. We defeated You-know-who."
It was too much. Percy stopped sputtering and stood up....
Prologue
Hogwarts, flashback,
The hooded figure was watching as night fell on the silent castle. The heavy cloth which was covering her did not hide the fact that she was woman. A last ray of sunlight lit her face, which would have been attractive if her features weren't set in such hard lines. Certainly, she didn't look happy. Her jaws were clenched, and her jet black eyes stared rigidly at the display before her.
Wisps of white fog were still lingering on the battlements, already being turned to grey and dark red by the dying sun. They looked like bleeding ghosts, and that was a fitting image for what was left of her great plan. The woman had been waiting for a hopeful sign after the great surge of magic had been felt by everyone for miles around. The enormous Death Mark floating above the building had disappeared at the same time, and nothing living had come out since.
Maybe they're all dead in there.
That would be too good to be true, but it was possible. There was only one way to make sure. She started to move toward the main gate when a flash of light caught her eyes. She looked up and saw that it came from a window, high up on one of the great towers. She had never visited the school, but she knew enough of its layout to identify the room as one of the student dormitories, Gryffindor to be precise.
She stopped moving and concentrated, and suddenly her body was falling upon itself, twisting as it changed size and shape. One second later, a black and white magpie jumped into the air from where she had been. It flew in the direction of the castle, and toward the lighted window. After a quick flight, it was perched on the sill just outside the room, and looking inside.
The witch, because of course she was one, then saw teachers moving tiredly to float unconscious bodies of students to their beds. She frowned as she tried to understand what this could mean, and then she recognized one of the adult figures and a flash of fury overtook her.
