Obliviate
Chapter One
As the elderly man took a small sip from his recently made tea, Healer Baggins fussed over the flowers left on his bedside table.
“Honestly, Maggie, I don’t care if they wither,” He sighed looking at the gerbera daisies that were forced into a small vase.
“Nonsense, Mr. Ventritri!” The healer replied, “These flowers are the only sort of gift given to you since you’ve arrived here. I’m not going to let them die,”
“Fine,” He sighed, “Do as you please with them. They’ll die soon enough anyways,”
Healer Baggins smiled, and continued to water the already dying plants. Little did she know, those plants had been given to her patient by a very popular wizard. A man that had changed Mr. Ventritri’s life forever.
It all started in the wizarding town, Encanto. This South American village held a large quantity of magical beasts, which was the only reason Mr. Ventritri would choose to visit such a place. He had always been fascinated in monsters, and his entire life was built around his adventures with magical beasts. He made his living writing articles for the Daily Prophet, but hardly ever makes many galleons. No, his real reason for writing is to share the world of his experiences, and enlighten them with the dangers of some of the most fascinating creatures. Despite not writing the most popular articles in the paper, Mr. Ventritri has a couple of fans. There is one young boy (Mr. Ventritri assumes he is young because of his horrid spelling/grammar), who writes to him weekly after every article he posts. Last letter the boy even stated that Acromantulas aren’t so bad once you get to know them (in reply to Mr. Ventritri’s article, “Dangerous Monsters Even I Can’t Tackle”). He seriously doubted this statement, but it gave him inspiration to research the huge spiders more.
However, upon arriving at this village, Mr.Ventritri knew something had to be wrong. The tightly-nit group of people were using their wands to put all sorts of enchantments on the area. There were around 50 wizards, all working to protect their village. The sun was falling, and people were scattering around their huts in terror.
“Don’t worry,” A father told his young daughter, “They won’t be able to get into the village tonight,”
“There were able to yesterday and the day before!” She yelled back, tears rolling down her tanned cheek, “T-t-they killed her, papá!”
“But I promise that it won’t happen to anyone else,”
“How do you know?” Demanded the daughter.
“Excuse me,” Mr. Ventritri, taping the man on the shoulder, interrupting him, “Do you happen to know where the,”
He stopped talking when he saw the look of terror on the man’s face, “Señor,” He muttered, “You must leave here,”
“Leave?”
“Yes, do not stay here any longer,”
“But why?” Mr.Ventritri questioned, and the man shuddered and ushered his daughter into his home.
“This village,” He whispered, “Is no longer safe from the man-eating spiders,”
“The Acromantulas? Surely you know how to handle those by now?”
“Sí señor, we do. Only the problem is, this time a wizard has been helping the beasts into our village. Normally they cannot get past our enchantments, but someone has betrayed us all. Someone who lives in this very village. They have let the spiders enter this village every night for the past week, breaking our charms, and forcing terror upon our village. My wife,” He whispered, so that his words were hardly auditable, “M-my wife was attacked just last night. I woke up to see the Acromantula bent over her on the other side of the blanket. Acting quickly I blasted it away with my wand, but it was too late,”
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Mr. Ventritri muttered.
The man nodded, but then continued his sad tale, “Many others have died in this village. Family, enemies, and friends. It seems nobody is able to stop them. That is why you must leave, señor,”
Bravely, Mr. Ventritri straightened his tie that stood out among the jungle village, “I’m not about to leave your village in jeopardy. You might be able to use my expertise,”
“Your expertise?” The man asked.
“Well, you see I’ve always been intrigued with monsters. In fact, I know a whole lot about them!”
“Do you think you could help guard the village tonight? Most of us men have done this over the past week, but it hasn’t helped much. The spiders have still been able to get in, despite all our efforts,”
“I’d be glad to!”
Edmond Ventritri should have backed out then and there, because little did he know, this experience would be the reason he was locked up in St. Mungos for the rest of his life.
Note from the Author: And that is the first chapter of "Obliviate!" I hope you enjoyed it so far, and please leave feedback :]
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