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A/N: Please review. If I made any mistakes, I would like to be corrected. I might have to change the rating to T later on, but for now it will just be K+. I hope you like it.
As in most stories of heroes, there is that person behind the scenes. The kind of person who if they hadn't been there, nothing would be the way it is now. I am one of these people. I like to think of myself as modest so I won't brag about my heroic deeds anymore. I will just tell you the story the way it happened to me.
First off, my name is Zarena Savis. I was born in a dark little village in England, full of "haunted" houses and superstitious people. Perhaps not the best place for a family of wizards. Yes, wizards. For that is what we are and always will be. And that is what my story is about. Of good witches and wizards, and of bad ones also. But I was not able to distinguish the good from the bad until I was older. This, I think, was what kept me from having a normal childhood. Under the circumstances anyway.
But back to where I was. I had an older sister named Corala. She looked like a nice girl, with blue eyes and blonde hair, but she was pure evil. She was six years older than me and she never let me forget it. Corala took after our father, George. Both he and Corala were very clever. They all thought I took after my mother, Verbana, who is foolish and, I have to admit, somewhat stupid. Or so I thought. There is nothing much important about my childhood save something I heard my father telling Corala about.
"There is one thing to be certain of, Corala," he said in a hushed tone. "The Dark Lord will rise again, more powerful than before. You must join him when he does, as I did."
"You, Father? You were a Death Eater?"
"Yes, and it is the duty of every pureblood witch and wizard to join him. You will someday. And your sister."
"Zarena, too?" She couldn't keep the contempt out of her voice.
"Of course, she will not be able to serve him as well as you and I, but she must do her part."
"Of course, Father."
I wanted to run into the room and ask my father what a Death Eater was. And who was the Dark Lord? But I knew he would be angry with me for listening to their conversation, so I didn't say anything. I thought about it for many months afterwards, before finally getting the courage to ask the devil herself. Corala.