Last Synopsis of "Blog Witch" before Nano tomorrow!
Hera’s could only watch in horror and despair as her boyfriend was being sunken deep into the ground. Carter’s death had come as a heart-wrenching surprise. He had left Hera’s life forevermore, or so she thought.
The monday after the funeral, Hera discovered a solitary note in her locker at school. She quickly unfolds the note and falls into shock when she notices that a solitary website address is written in Carter’s handwriting.
That afternoon, Hera visits the website written on the note. It leads her to a blog written by her dead boyfriend. The blog reveals to her a dark secret hidden by Carter: he was a witch and dark magic ended his life.
Each day, a new message is posted on the blog. Each message reveals a new secret of magic to Hera. Each magical secret gives her a new weapon that she will have to use against a nefarious foe. Carter burdens Hera with the task of destroying the evil that took his life. Out of a combination of revenge and curiosity, she accepts the task. Along the path to redeeming Carter, Hera transforms from a geeky high school senior into a strong, confident blood witch.
It was a quiet, tiny affair held in the dark forest close behind Remus Lupin’s small house. Lupin was standing near a tree truck where a small roll of parchment and a quill sat. Lupin was dressed in a nice suit that he had borrowed from Sirius’ closet. It was a traditional black robe; a white tie hung around his neck.
The trees covered the starry sky above, but several flicking, floating candles illuminated the forest. Only three other people were standing near Remus. Ted and Andromeda Tonks stood several feet away, looking towards the entrance of the forest. They kept looking towards the house, waiting for their daughter to appear.
The other person there was a tall, slender man with a faded book in his hands. The minister had a small hat on his head, his wand was also visible.
Then a door slamming was heard and a beautiful woman glided into the forest. Tonks had wrapped her flaming red hair into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She wore a simple white dressed that made her look strong and perfect.
"You look stunning, Tonks." Remus took his fiance into his arms and gave her a great kiss on the cheek. Andromeda and Ted were dabbing their moist eyes with the sleeves of their robes.
The minister then began the service. It was a short service; it lasted all of ten minutes. Soon enough, Tonks and Lupin were saying, “I do.” Then, when the minister concluded the service, he shot his wand forward and released twenty or so white doves from his wand.
Remus Lupin took his wife in a warm embrace and kissed her for several minutes. Tonks looked into his eyes then whispered, “Let’s go work on some pups.”
She smelt like roses, looked like an angel, and spoke with a voice so pure it must be heaven-sent, or at least this is what Sirius Black thought of Mary Blackwater. Sirius had met Mary one evening at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade.
He had just finished talking to Dumbledore about trying to convince some goblins to side with them in the Wizarding World. After his talk, Sirius decided to grab a small glass of Firewhiskey before his trip home. There was only one seat available in the crowded pub. He took a seat and noticed a young girl with long, black hair and a pretty face sitting to his right. The girl noticed him staring at her, and she looked at his direction.
"What’re you looking at?"
Sirius looked down, embarrassed. “Just a beautiful girl.”
The girl smiled back and replied, “Why don’t you buy this beautiful girl a glass of brandy?”
Ever since that moment in The Three Broomsticks, the two were inseparable. Sirius was content to spend his days at Mary’s side. Unfortunately, the war between Death Eaters and the Order grew more hectic. Several casualties began appearing on both sides.
During one particularly bad fight against a herd of trolls, Sirius had broken an arm and splinched his foot trying to escape. He had apparated at his house where his girlfriend was waiting for him to return. Mary stayed by his side the entire night, nursing Sirius back to health.
When Sirius awoke the next morning, he found his beautiful girlfriend staring at him from a rocking chair. “The slumbering dog awakes. How are you Sirius?”
She walked to him and gave him a great kiss. Sirius urged her aside and stood. Mary tried to get him to sit, he was still much to weak to be standing.
Sirius then got on his knees and took out an ancient-looking box from his bedside table. He opened it and an antique, yet elegant, diamond engagement ring hid inside.
Sirius took the ring and placed it on Mary’s fingers while asking, “Mary, will you marry me?”
Mary slipped the ring on her finger, but she didn’t say yes.
Tears filled her eyes as she looked at Sirius. She then fell to the ground; she had stopped breathing.
Sirius looked to her and saw that the ring was turning Mary’s limp hand black, the mark of a curse. Sirius quickly pried the ring off of her finger and performed a revelospell on the object, hoping to find out what this curse was and more importantly, how to reverse it.
The truth then appeared: the engagement ring, a relic from Great Grandma Black, had a curse placed upon it that would kill any halfblood to put on the ring.
Once again, the Black family had failed Sirius. This time it had caused him unmanageable grief. Sirius sobbed heavily over the corpse of his would-be fiance. He swore never to fall in love again.
No one could bear to separate the two. They were so intricately connected during life, no one dared believe anything should change with death. There were separate marble coffins, yes, but they were to share the same grave, the same tombstone.
The day was cold, dark, and dreary with freezing rain. Their young boy named Harry stood dressed in a small black cloak. The one-year-old almost looked reverently at the scene before him. It was as if he knew, and accepted, that his parents were no more.
The boy almost didn’t make it to the service. His Aunt and Uncle believed they deserved the right to be left alone, but everyone with a proper say believed that the boy should be there when his parents were put to rest.
Albus Dumbledore, dressed in black that matched the storm clouds above, stood onto a podium and spoke softly into his wand.
"We all say we make sacrifices, but none made a sacrifice as profound or as special as Lily and James Potter. They gave up their very lives to protect their only son. Their selfless love is the reason Harry Potter lives. We should all strive to be as selfless and pure as Lily and James were. If everyone had the love this family had, no has, then the world would know no war. Let us strive to make this loving couple’s sacrifice more than that. Let their sacrifice forge the way to a world without hate, without war. To Lily and James Potter!"
Every witch and wizard sitting around the graveyard raised their wands, tiny rays of light piercing the darkness of the day. The twin coffins lowered into a dug grave. Dirt enveloped Lily and James, and the lights of the wands vanished. Harsh rain then fell from the sky and dampened everything.
The service then ended. Dumbledore quickly swept up Harry and walked away from the graveyard.
The wizened man whispered into the toddler’s ear. “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”
With that, Harry was brought back into the muggle world.
With his money bag significantly lighter, James Potter left Diagon Alley quickly, carrying an odd assortment of potions, plant seeds, and whizzing trinkets. The array of items had cost him nearly a month’s wages, the most expensive item lay safely in his right pocket. He didn’t care if he had to put in overtime at the Ministry. Tonight would be worth it, he hoped.
He walked forward a few steps then turned abruptly, a distinct crack filled the air as James disapparated into an unkempt field in the middle of a lush valley. Foliage ruled over every inch of the place, it took James several minutes to clear a small patch of the land, just enough for him to start his preparations.
He twirled his wand in the air, and the packages he had been carrying flew into motion and began doing an a wild assortment of jobs. A package of glowing seeds began to plant themselves in the ground; an enchanted watering can (carrying water laced with growing potion) sprinkled its innards over the seeds. A hundred or so glass orbs began to illuminate and levitate. A pair of crystal goblets filled with sweet red wine. Several tins of biscuits, along with the wine goblets, found home on a wooden table that materialized from thin air.
Then another crack filled the air and a wild-looking man appeared.
"Sirius, you made it! You brought the creatures, I see!"
Sirius nodded and opened up a few cages he had apparated with. A few glowing fairies and a Puffskein appeared. The Puffskein was already singing a beautiful love song, its voice filling the entire grounds with peaceful, tranquil tunes.
"Good luck mate." Sirius shook James’ right hand and they both disapparated separately.
James appeared before Lily Evans. She was sitting on a swing in some desolate park in a muggle neighborhood. She stood quickly and looked at James.
"Hello Sweetheart." Lily rushed to her boyfriend and gave him a warm hug, kissing him on the cheek. "You’re late, where’ve you been?"
He shook his head and looked into her eyes. James’ voice cracked as he took her hands. “Will you come with me?”
She nodded. James grabbed both her hands and hugged her. He then turned and they disapparated.
Lily’s mouth opened wide, her eyes filling with tears when she looked at the beautiful sight before her. The golden, glowing roses led the way to Lily’s enchanted garden. As she passed each rose, it burst into a shower of gold mist. She surged forward and a love ballad came from the trees. A pink Puffskein serenaded her as she walked.
The red-haired girl looked up and noticed that the sky was illuminated by hundreds of glass orbs lit by multi-colored flame. She made her way to the table and noticed the wine glasses. Lily turned to thank James for the wonderful magic he used to make the perfect location for their anniversary, they had been dating for three years.
She gasped when she noticed James was not standing behind her, he was kneeling. He grabbed her pale hand and held it tight. James Potter then dug into his pocket and grabbed a velvet box. He opened it, and a dazzling diamond ring appeared. The light from the orbs and golden roses caught in the diamond, creating a wonderful glow to emit from the ring.
"Lily, when you met me, I was a fool-hearted, arrogant boy. You always pushed me to be a better person. You saw what I could be. There was so much beauty inside of you, I knew I needed you in my life. You always were too good for me, but I hope you’ll overlook that. Lily Evans, lover of my heart, will you marry me?" James held out the ring, praying she’d say yes.
Lily knelt down and kissed James passionately on the lips.
When she backed away she whispered, “There will never be anyone else for me. I choose you Potter. Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”
Lily began to sob into James’ cloak. James then began to shout into the sky, “She said yes, she said yes!”
Then a distinct voice, seemingly miles away, shouted out, “Oi, Potter and Evans are going to get married.”
Then a shower of fireworks lit the sky as Sirius Black celebrated his best friend’s accepted proposal. The dazzling display took various shapes: hearts, flowers, birds, and a lightning bolt.
The Hogwarts Ghosts were swarming around the castle, swooping and scaring passing Death Eaters and their allies. The ghost that was leading the pack was Sir Nicholas De Mimsey Portpington, Nearly Headless Nick or Sir Nick for short.
Sir Nick’s army of ghosts were doing a splendid job of keeping a steady panic in the hearts of the castle’s foes, but he just didn’t believe they were doing enough in their stance against evil. That’s when a sudden explosion overcame the entire area, stone debris crashing to the ground.
Then the doors to the Entrance Hall exploded forward, revealing hundreds of dead bodies trying to enter the castle. Students and teachers alike were taken aghast at the foul magic at play; Inferi were attempting to penetrate the school’s walls.
Then an idea came to Nicholas as he looked forward towards the soulless bodies. Nearless Headless Nick surged forward the leader of the inferi coven and they collided. A shower of sparks and light filled the hall as Nick’s shadowy, illuminating imprint melded with the reanimated corpse. Then a vacuum noise was heard and the ghost was sucked inside the Inferius.
The moldering body fell to the ground and several of its companions surged forward to continue their ploy of terror.
Nick rose in his new body as he took control of the Inferius’ mind.
"A body, again?"
Then Nick realized that he had successfully gained control of the nefarious corpse. He looked to the ground and found a silver rapier from the wreckage of a fallen enchanted suit of armor. He swung it a few times, gaining his bearings on the weapon, then leapt to action against the army of undead.
Sir Nick was swiping his slender sword in a series of complicated movements, with each swipe he sent another Inferius to the ground, unmoving.
Then a larger corpse appeared, the animated corpse of Macnair, Buckbeak’s almost executioner. The passed Death Eater had a large ax in his hand.
With one sickening crack, Macnair’s weapon found decayed flesh. Nick’s possessed body fell to the ground, the head fell to the ground seconds later.
Then an older witch in emerald robes appeared from behind the stairs, brandishing her wand towards Macnair. “NICK! What happened here?!”
Then the witch shot golden flames from her wand which solidified into flaming arrows. They met Macnair and he ignited into ash.
The hall was quiet for a few seconds. Everyone near wondered the same lingering thought, “Could a ghost truly die?”
Then a solitary ray of morning light fell into the hall and found the body Nick had possessed. Then glittering mist rose from the body and rose into the sun’s light, and the image of Sir Nicholas appeared. He rose higher and higher towards the sun until he could not be seen any longer.
A jubilant voice then whispered in the hall, “Finally headless! Finally free!”