Prologue

The clock was ticking, it was almost twelve, or in a more specifc way, two minutes to twelve. Sitting in a large living room, were four distinct people. The first was a man in his mid-thirties, who was wearing a regal, purple cloak. The man usually wore a black one but occasionally traded it for a purple one. He had the look of someone who was anxious yet hopeless, two emotions which usually didn't go well together. Sitting beside him, wearing an expensive black dress was a woman, the mans wife, looking stern. Today was the day when she was going to be proved right; both of her children were utterly hopeless.

The name of the man was Haldus Flemming, through long albiet distant relations with the Blacks he had been named after a constellation, he didn't mind it, it made him feel like royalty, although there would have been little he could've done to change it if he did. Haldus came from a long line of pureblood wizards who took pride in blood purity and after his son had disgraced him, at Hogwarts none the less, he hoped his Katherine wouldn't, although all signs showed that she would. Haldus was a man who had a bad temper and he had hardly been able to contain it through out the day.

His wife, Norma on the other hand didn't even see a point in waiting here. She stayed at home, the Lady of the house and did everything she could to boast of her position. She was hardly thirty, no older than that, with attractive features. She had a proportional nose, thin lips, yet it was her eyes that particularly distinguished her. A complete contrast with her black hair, she had ocean blue eyes, which held nothing but detachment and pride, if she smiled once in a while her eyes would, could look inviting and warm, but she dosen't.

The clock stikes twelve and yet nothing happens; Haldus stands up from where he was sitting, walks over to the sofa directly opposite his and pulls his daughter by the elbow without giving a thought to her yelp of pain and surprise and pulls her towards the kitchen where Norma follows. Haldus is a tall man, being a foot taller than his wife, cold, green eyes, a graying moustache, with a head full of blonde hair; he drags his daughter while his son runs behind them, no doubt worried for his sisters safety from his tempramental father.

Jackson is worried for his sisters safety, her birthday was over and yet she hadn't recieved her Hogwarts letter. When they reach the kitchen, Haldus throws his daughter down, the intensity so much she staggers and falls most ungracefully on the floor.

"Never in our entire family have we had a squib Katherine, stay her till I deal with you, stay with the house-elves, you aren't above them". He says in an icy, detached tone.

The girl, Katherine, no doubt just eleven, sobs; she has her mothers blue eyes although when dilated they looked green like her fathers, and had his blonde hair. The last she sees is the same blonde hair as the door is forcefully closed leaving her in the darkness till who knows what time.


I know it's a very small chapter, but its just the prologue, please review, favourite and follow if you like it and I know if I should continue.