Chapter 1: Incubus Grim
In the night of November 19th, 1984 everyone in the Wizarding world was celebrating because someone who should not be named has been killed.
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On a chilly night Professor Adams, was walking through a chilly cold alleyway, were she had met an old guy so old like he would be dead, very long shaggy white beard and a purple cloak. Merlbutler Hundore Adams thought. “Oy! Professor Hundore, head master! Sir? Is that you?” “Yes Professor Adams, it is me” Hundore responded “So the rumors aren’t true are they?” Professor Adams asked “The rumor a bout
Incubus Grim" “Don’t say her name” Adams interrupted Hundore “Oh Adams you really shouldn’t be so scared to say her name she’s dead and gone for now” “That’s not what I’m talking about” Professor Adams said coldly “Then what?” Hundore asked stupidly “you know head master, it’s about the Harper’s and Lynn’s they aren’t- you know- they can’t be” “I’m afraid Professor Adams that it’s true” Hundore responded calmly “oh god” Professor Adams said while choking on her own saliva trying to not cry. “But two of them lived, you see this one is Livia and this one is Joanna” Hundore said while lifting his purple cloak to reveal two baby’s “Who is going to take care of them?” Adams asked “Their god fathers” Hundore replied “You’ve got to be kidding. Have you seen the way they act! Like a bunch of
Babylons! Sir you can’t let these two beautiful baby’s live with such a filthy git!” Professor Adams cried “Thats the only family they have, Adams “ Hundore replied. As Hundore and Adams walked up to the door of the Harper’s and Lynn’s god fathers Professor Adams started to cry “it’s not actually goodbye you’ll seen them soon” Hundore said as he laid the two babies wrapped in cloak on their godfathers door steps. “Good luck Livia Robin Harper, Joanna Sam Lynn. See you soon” Hundore said as he and Adams took of on the night with their broomsticks.
