Disclaimer- I sadly do not own anything of the magical world of Harry Potter. Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and Warner Bros. I in no way claim ownership of any rights to the Harry Potter Universe. That honor belongs to JK Rowling. Any quotes that I take from JKR will be in bold lettering.

Prologue

Rising from the Flames

The golden feathers of a Phoenix bird sparkle all on their own. No light nor beauty spell gives this creature its natural glow. It attracts even the most evil of evil, the most threatening of villains. It symbolizes life, as a dove symbolizes peace.

But beauty only lasts so long.

This magnificent bird goes through pain and suffering. Engulfed in flames. The glow of beauty replaced with the glare of embers. The trill of song replaced with the crackling of fire. In the creatures place lies a pile of ashes.

But from these ashes, rises a new bird. A new bird with more happiness and strength than the first. A new bird to rival the original, a new bird rising from the flames.

Burning Day

She screamed in pain as her limbs curled in unnatural positions. She needed to block it out. She was strong, not weak. She could take it.

Just stay strong, she thought. Don't let Him get you. You are ten times better than He is. Just stay strong.

She let out another ear splitting scream as the people around her laughed at her pain. They were pathetic. They actually got pleasure from her pain. The pain that ripped at her heart and slowly burned away the last bit of sanity she held.

The pain stopped abruptly and the laughter rang in her ears. Panting slightly from exhaustion, she slowly raised her head to glare into the cold red eyes of her 'master'.

'Have you learned your lesson, Whitman?' he sneered still holding his wand at her.

'Go to hell,' she spat. Right now, she could die. And surprisingly, she didn't care. 'Just get it over with. Kill me.'

Pain seared through her once again, but this time she released no scream. This pain wasn't like before, this pain was bearable. It wasn't brutal, toe curling pain. No, it was just a twinge or annoying presence.

She raised her eyes once more and stared coldly into those of the man – or creature – that she used to follow. She knew this was her last moment. She closed her eyes and pictured the small innocent face of her sister.

Pen, she pleaded in desperation in her mind. Forgive me. I've failed you. I'll never be half the person you were. Half as brave as you were. I'm nothing but scum, feeding off the lives of others. Save me, Pen. Save me.

Suddenly, she felt warmth spread through her. Confused, she opened her eyes expecting to see the Dark Lord's cat-like eyes, instead she saw red. She then realized the red was mixed with orange, moving together in waves and sparks.

Fire, she deciphered.

She expected to feel the pain of being burnt, but soon discovered that she was not engulfed in flames. No, she was surrounded in them.

A wall of blazing reds and oranges circled around her, protecting her from her near death. She sat, amazed at the moving colors before her. She felt herself slowly being lifted off the floor, floating above them.

As she felt a pull within her, trying to drag her away she saw one last time the fierce glare of cold red cat-like eyes.


AN- Okay, so here's the beginning of Forever Marke. I came up with this idea when I was sitting in bed the other night, and honestly, I love it. This chapter is short, I know, but need not worry, it's only the prologue. The next chapter is much longer I swear. So bear with me. By the way, this takes place in the Trio's seventh year and it follows cannon to a certain extent. (That means I'm still working out some of the plot issues) So yes, the Trio is off on their hunt for the Horcruxes. And no, this story does not follow ALL of JKR's plot line. I promise I'll try my best, but I do deserve some creative freedom. Anyways, till next time! R&R!