Thirst4light

As I splashed some water in my face, I reflected what a terrible miss it would have been if I hadn’t agreed to come to the BKSP for the annual college picnic. I got to watch England U-19 team playing Bangladesh U-19 team! Although I would have preferred to watch the national teams play but it wasn’t half bad as I had expected! (Just in case anyone wondering, I am one of those crazy cricket fans, who prefers to watch cricket match while everyone indulges in a jovial mood.) I looked at my watch and realized our buses are about to leave in fifteen minutes! I hurried as I tried to open the lock of the door. But it didn’t open.

A/N: This fic is another experiment of mine, just trying hands at different genres. Writing this one-shot was difficult yet it was immensely satisfying as well. Thanks to my amazing Beta Majerus for the editing and my sisters for your words of encouragement. Reviews are appreciated! :) “The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, and I to die, you to live. Which one of these two is easier only god knows?”-Socrates. Cadaverous: Voldemort/Clyde Clobstopper It was in the wee of hours of the morning when they came. They kept banging on his door until Clyde was forced to leave his warm bed and stomp down stairs in

Chapter 2 Inscrutable: A long lost name As Harry entered his cubicle he saw Dean was waiting for him. After years being best mates with Harry, Dean knew something was definitely not right. He greeted Harry with, “What’s wrong?” Harry ran his hands through his untidy hair while he tried to act nonchalant, “Nothing much, it’s just the Minister and Kingsley think I’m the best choice for solving Gwenog’s case.” Dean looked momentarily stymied. He shook his head as he said, “But how’s that possible? What about the senior Aurors?” “I said the same thing, but it seems they

Chapter 1- The Unexpected responsibility On an early Sunday morning Dean Thomas sat at the dining table to have some fried bacon and a hot mug of coffee for breakfast. Waking up early and reading the Daily Prophet had become a routine, even on the weekends. As he saw the Headline his jaw almost dropped in astonishment. To make sure he was seeing right, he hastily put his mug on the table and concentrated on reading the article. His brow furrowed and his expression became stony as he read on. He stood up quickly from his seat to wake up his best friend and colleague to give the news. "Harry, wake up!" Dean banged on his roommate's door. Har

Prologue It was nearly twilight when the days practice ended after more than ten hours of heavy drills and sweat. Gwenog Jones made sure that every player gave a hundred percent whether it was at practice or the World Cup. She was widely known as a very tough coach. After her retirement nobody really expected her to take the position of coaching the Holyhead Harpies. Everyone questioned her coaching skills, some said coaching a team and playing Quidditch are two different things and of course they were right. It took some time to shut the mouths of her critics as she failed miserably in her first year of coaching. But to everyone's amazement

Harry glanced at his watch and realized she was 5 minutes late. Although, seeing the heavy rain, maybe she wouldn't come today at all. Harry frowned at the thought, he really hoped she would come despite the weather. Harry's day wouldn't be complete without at least a glimpse of her. Taking a sip of coffee, he looked at his watch again. 7 minutes late. Harry had been coming here before work since the day he first saw her. It had been a week. She always came at nine, took her usual seat, and had the same order: waffles. She hardly ate the waffles though, instead she liked to play with them. Harry thought she must be trying to make a waffle ho