-COMPETITION-

---

For this issue of The Hogwarts Entertainment Magazine, the challenge is to crossover two or more TV series/Books/Films to create a preview for a fan fiction from. All you have to do is state what TV series/Books/Films  you are crossing over and then give us a short overview of what the fan fiction might entail, using a blurb or plain sentences. This overview does not have to be detailed - it can only be a sentence long.

The winners will be judged for diversity, inventiveness and temptation. So go on - it doesn't take much! There's also a prize for the winner/s: you get to choose a teaser fan fiction from <a href="http://www.hogwartsishere.com/library/book/3690/read/" target="_blank">this book</a> and request a chapter from one of them!

LINK TO SUBMISSION FORM: <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1E9IaDnuvvToqVdK80ckRyKcIrvuY0NWlek8I5lhUw_Y/viewform">https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1E9IaDnuvvToqVdK80ckRyKcIrvuY0NWlek8I5lhUw_Y/viewform</a>

---

-Winner of Previous Competition-

Or should I say…winners! Yes, last time we had so many brilliant entries for the Prologue-writing competition that we’ve had to make three winners and add some runners up! Winners were chosen on account of ideas, simple quality and temptation (how much it makes the reader wants to read on). And they are….

1^st Place – Storm Brazendale

Submission:

“My glasses, my glasses.” I said scrambling around trying to find them. A hand held them out to me and I took them and put them on. When I could see again I did not see what I had expected. I had expected to see Rose, telling me to hurry up. But instead I saw a face I didn’t recognise. It was a man’s face, he had a small beard beginning to grow, and his black matted hair was in his face. He looked old and warn out. His brown eyes glared at me.
“I’ve got you now boy.” He said with a smirk. “My master will be ever so pleased.” He continued in his rough voice.
“We must get back, now that we have them.” Said a worried voice from behind the unknown face. I leaned round and I saw who had spoken. This man looked younger, his blond hair just reached his shoulders, and his blue eyes were wide with fear. He looked scared, but I still decided not to mess with him, for one reason; He was holding a knife to Rose’s neck.
The man’s fear was nothing compared to Rose’s. She looked at me, silently pleading for my help.
“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Said the black haired man. “Come on boy!” He yelled, and grabbed me by my hair and dragged me towards the edge of the forest. The blonde man followed dragging Rose with him.
“Let go of me!” I heard Rose screaming. “I demand that you let me go at once sir! Let go, let g-“
“Shut up!” Barked the black haired man.
We kept walking for what seemed like forever, until we finally reached the edge of the forest, where a dark, ugly van was waiting for us. The black haired man, that was dragging me pulled the van door open and threw me in. My head hit the window on the other side of the small cluttered van, and my ears rang. Rose was thrown in after me and would have hit the window, but she hit me instead. “I’m sorry Jacob, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I mumbled. The two men climbed into the front of the van, the black haired man at the wheel and the blonde in the passenger seat. The van began to move with a violent jolt, and Rose and I moved into the corner of the van where we could hold onto the door.
I heard a small sob that I soon discovered to be Rose’s. I didn’t really know what to say, so I just put my arms around her and held her tight. “It’ll be okay,” I said “I promise.” She didn’t reply in words, but instead let out another small sob, and lowered her head and rested it on my chest.
The van gave a terrific jolt and the door that we were sitting next to flew open, and Rose almost fell out. I knew what we had to do, we had to jump.

2^nd Place – Kris Shah

Submission:

Back in the Bright Ages, they used to have a saying: “Where there’s life, there’s hope.”

As it turns out, they were dead wrong.

*****

It was a pretty typical night for me, nothing out of the ordinary. I’d spent a few hours earning my pay, standing around looking tough while the hired help loaded up some crate into an armored truck. No clue what was in the crate - I’m not paid to ask questions, and in my line of work, the less you know, the better. Wouldn’t want the boss to start thinking I was aiming for his spot.

Whatever the delivery was, it went off without a hitch, which meant I’d done my job right. You didn’t hang around in the streets at night longer than necessary, not unless you had a death wish, so I’d booked it out of there as soon as the truck took off, keeping to the shadows as I headed back to the compound. Hadn’t gone two blocks before I felt it - that telltale tingling on the back of my neck, the one that only ever signals trouble. Like I said, a normal night.

Thanks to my highly tuned survival instinct (or maybe just the years of training), I was pretty sure there was something out there in the darkness, something following me, just out of sight. Or more likely, someone, since the worst monsters in this world are definitely human.

I took a few more steps without changing my pace - no point in letting my stalker know he’d been spotted before I had a plan to take him out. And now that I knew he was there, it took me all of two seconds to pinpoint his position - apparently, Mr Skulk-in-the-dark was a mouth breather with a tendency to shuffle his feet. This was gonna be easy, maybe even too easy to be fun. Which sort of sucked; it had been way too long since I’d had a decent challenge in a fight, since I’d danced close enough to death to feel completely alive .

Easing my hands out of my pockets, I slowed down, coming to a halt at the corner of an intersection and peering down each street, sending out the age old signs of someone who is totally lost, and making sure to keep my back to the sounds behind me. In other words, giving whoever was out there the perfect opportunity to take me out.

And of course, he took the bait. I heard his footsteps pick up as he moved towards me, hurrying in for what probably looked like an easy kill, and I added stupid to my description of this guy. This wasn’t just going to be easy, it was child’s play. Literally. I could have taken someone this dumb when I was ten.

The fight (if you could even call it that) lasted less than five seconds - just long enough for me to spin around, catch the arm that was coming down at me with some sort of wicked looking cleaver, flip the guy around, and throw him to the ground, sending the cleaver flying into a nearby stairwell. He landed with a nasty pop and a scream, as his shoulder ripped its way out of the socket, and that was that.

I didn’t kill him; it would have been a waste of effort. He was a dead man the minute his shoulder gave, and I didn’t have to do anything about it except leave him there. The street kids were already creeping out of the alleys as I walked away, ragged and hungry, with bricks and pipes clutched tightly in their hands. He may have been stupid, but he went out like a man, not pleading or screaming. The only sound was a single crunching noise, then the rustle of his body being dragged away.

I didn’t look back, doing the best I could to ignore the scene behind me. It wasn’t that I felt sorry for him - death waits for us all, and he died under the same rule he lived by, the rule we all lived by - kill, or be killed. May the best man win.

And tonight, I was the best man. Tomorrow, it could be me on the ground.

That was why I never looked back, not once, not at any of the hundreds of men I’d killed or left to die. No one wants to see their future laid out before them in bloody detail, and I definitely could do without a gory reminder of what was surely waiting for me down the road. So I moved on, striding down the dismal alleys of a once-great city, watching and waiting, for the next fight, for the next challenge, for the next monster who wanted me dead. Whenever it came, I’d be ready. And they’d be dead.

*****

Welcome to my world - dark, terrifying, and full to the brim of all sorts of evil.

I’ve never known it any other way.

3^rd Place – Helen Graywood

Submission:

A girl crept over the rocks.
They were here. They brought their death with them.
She advanced further, closer to the cave. She could see the flickering of candles, and hear the hushed voices. She could smell their reeking horridness.
She was too close, even with their terrible hearing, on the shells she was too loud.
She listened, her spine tingling. She must not be caught.
After what seemed like hours, she prepared to leave. There was nothing to report. Another fruitless endeavor.
As she turned to creep away she caught a murmur of something more sinister, her eyes widened in shock and fear.
She ran. Silently, over the sand towards the sea. Disappearing between boulders.

In the distance, a lone seal gave its cry and vanished into the black waves.

Runners up Include Timothy Walsh and Camille Warren.

The three winners are permitted to choose one of the teaser books from this book: and request one chapter of whichever teaser they like. The chapters, once finished (they will take a maximum of three days) will be displayed on the page where their teasers are. Owl Lilia Le Fay to claim your prize!