A crack could be heard across the small neighborhood as a figure, one dressed in what looked to be a junior high student's failed attempt at fitting in, appeared from what looked to be nothing. She sported an awful floral patterned dress, a spotted flannel on top of it as she quickly walked the street littered with puddles.

Clip, clop, clip, clop was the sound her boots made, making it sound like a rather loud pony was walking down the road, although the noise disappeared as quickly as it had begun.

The reason for the abrupt cease of sound was the girl- aged sixteen or seventeen by appearance, had finally spotted the house she was looking for, along with the sign floating above it.

The Dark Mark.

At first glance, the sign wouldn't look like anything special, a snake intertwined around a skull was by far not the scariest thing any average person would have seen- but those who were terrified of the mark were the opposite of average.

The people who knew the meaning of the sign didn't dare to talk about it (unless they had to do so for their job), in fear of jinxing their family into being the next one to die by the symbol. No, the Dark mark wasn't for regular conversations, only for lone souls to ponder over in the dead quiet of night, the fear finally forcing them to drift into a less then peaceful sleep.

It is at this point that the girl, who we can assume knew what the sign went, pulled a rather strange looking stick out of the pocket of her jacket, before racing towards the house.

The girl seemed to have forgotten what to do with her strange stick, (although, picking a lock with it would be quite impossible, now wouldn't it), and upon finding that the door to the house was locked; she angrily kicked the door open with surprising strength, and rushed inside the house.

"Lily!"

"Mrs. Evans!"

"Mr. Evans!"

All were the frantic cries of the girl as she rummaged through the house, and she stopped only twice, when sobbing could be heard. (It is safe to assume that this is when the girl found the bodies of the beloved parents, as she stopped, in turn, calling their names until only the 'Lily' was left).

"Lily, get your arse out here!" the girl called, obviously having enough with searching, and beginning to hope this was all some elaborate prank. Although, as you will learn in later chapters, the girl she was searching for had an intense dislike for any pranks that got out of hand.

But still, there was no response, and the girl, the only (living) person in the house, could be heard weeping.

But then, after an hour or so, the girl's voice emerged again, stronger this time, as if she had regained some of her strength.

"Marlene," she still spoke shakily (although what would you expect), "You did not find Li-Lily's body. She could still be alive. Hell, maybe she wasn't even h-home."

All confidence the girl, who we may now refer to as Marlene, was lost as she repeated her idea, before shaking her head, labeling it as a childish hope, which, in all honesty, it was.

"Marlene," began the pep talk again, "You can go to the Potter's, remember what James and Aunt Jo said? 'You're always welcome, even in the dead of night.' It's ironic how true that is, isn't it?"

She sat in silence for an hour more, before stepping out of the house. She looked over her shoulder, whispering to the small home, "I'll be back Lils. Swear."

I know this is a bit (under exaggeration, I know) confusing, and I hope it all clears up next update, which will hopefully be sometime this weekend. The other chapters will be longer, this is just what I could get together for the first chapter.