Post by Iggnatius Salamanece on Sept 25, 2007 21:05:03 GMT -5
Iggy quietly stepped through the forest border, jerking at every sound. There had been a mass prison break from Azkaban, and Iggy was more tense than ever.
He took a few more steps, wand at his side glancing though the fog. He cocked his ear and listened.
In eight puffs of wispy smoke, eight robed figures appeared in a line infront of Iggy. He opened his eyes and pointed his wand. "EXPECTO PATRONUM! He bellowed. A large, silvery panther leapt out of his wand and charged the Dementors, howling and charging, driving them off, dissapearing soon after. Iggy sighed. "Now what?"
"I was going to ask the same question, son" said a husky voice.
Four black robed wizards stepped out from behind Iggy, roubly fifteen yards away. The leader took his hood off and looked at his son. "Suprised to see me?"
Iggy looked upon his father with disgust. "Bringing back the old crowd, eh?", Iggy said, the poison clear in his voice. "Perhaps" Aiden replied nonchalantly, shrugging slightly. Iggy stood facing his father, wand at his side. "Well, well, the prodigal father." the silver-haired man said tauntingly.
Aiden smiled, showing his worn and black teeth, his stringy white hair falling down to about chin-length askew on his face. "Allways the jokes with you, Ig. Lets see if you can back them up" the old man said, pulling his wand out.
"I've been waiting ten years for this" Iggy snarled, his own at the ready. "Lets see what Azkaban has taught you"
He took a few more steps, wand at his side glancing though the fog. He cocked his ear and listened.
In eight puffs of wispy smoke, eight robed figures appeared in a line infront of Iggy. He opened his eyes and pointed his wand. "EXPECTO PATRONUM! He bellowed. A large, silvery panther leapt out of his wand and charged the Dementors, howling and charging, driving them off, dissapearing soon after. Iggy sighed. "Now what?"
"I was going to ask the same question, son" said a husky voice.
Four black robed wizards stepped out from behind Iggy, roubly fifteen yards away. The leader took his hood off and looked at his son. "Suprised to see me?"
Iggy looked upon his father with disgust. "Bringing back the old crowd, eh?", Iggy said, the poison clear in his voice. "Perhaps" Aiden replied nonchalantly, shrugging slightly. Iggy stood facing his father, wand at his side. "Well, well, the prodigal father." the silver-haired man said tauntingly.
Aiden smiled, showing his worn and black teeth, his stringy white hair falling down to about chin-length askew on his face. "Allways the jokes with you, Ig. Lets see if you can back them up" the old man said, pulling his wand out.
"I've been waiting ten years for this" Iggy snarled, his own at the ready. "Lets see what Azkaban has taught you"
