What the Hell is a Hufflepuff?

Prolouge:

A dark young man stood in the kitchen, his bags lying at his feet. The man looked disheveled, to say the least. He had dark hair that was short and ruffled, and it looked like some might have been yanked out. His eyes were a light green, underlined by deep dark circles. The traveling cloak, which he wore over torn jeans and a white button up, was torn and grass stained, as though the man had worn it in a chase. Sadness and frustration were etched on his face, as he stared out the window. Watching the sunrise over the countryside usually calmed him, but not today.

A noise came from the hallway outside the kitchen, and a young woman came slowly through the door.

"Dem?" the woman asked tentivaley, "Are you okay, baby?"

The man didn't turn, but he laughed coldly. "No, I'm not. I'm about as far from okay as Hogwarts is from Mars."

She approached him and put her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. Hurt, she sighed, "What's wrong? You can tell me…"

But before she could finish, he turned and looked deep into the woman's eyes. "I'm leaving, Lila." He paused. "You, work… even Delia. I'm dangerous to all of you."

And for a moment, they just stared at each other. The young man was the first to look away.

"You've never called me by my middle name, Demitri." She said softly, afraid to say more. But she could tell by the look in Demitri's eyes, he was not happy.

"That's what you react to? Your name?" He was truly and fully yelling at her, now. She was an idiot, she was not fit for the danger he possed on her. This sweet, innocent woman didn't deserve him as a husband. And he didn't deserve her. "You need to wise up, honey. I'm not meant for you. I'll hurt you. And I'm leaving."

The woman looked up. She was soft spirited, but when it came to her intelligence being questioned, she became fiercer then an enraged veela. "What did you just say to me? Did you just tell me to 'wise up'?" She lifted her hand accusatorily. "You are leaving me, you're job at the most prestigious law firm in all of the wizarding world, Delia, and you seem to have forgotten Rosaleen!"

At that, the man picked up his bags fiercely and stormed out the door. The woman followed, begging him to stay and apologizing for raising her voice. It wasn't til they were in the entrance hallway did they realize their daughter was listening. Rose was only 4, but her tears told them she knew this wasn't good.

"Daddy? Where are you going? What do you mean 'leaving'?" she looked innocently at her father, her father who she loved dearly. He, however, did not look back. Before she knew it, the door was opening and her father was slipping out.

The girl ran after him, escaping her mothers hold when the woman tried to stop her. She cried, "Daddy! Daddy, come back! Dad?" until he got to a place where he turned quickly on the spot.

The bags and the man disappeared, gone to who knows where, and the girl fell to the ground in tears.

Authors Note: So, you guys interested? I'll probably post the first official chapter Monday July 11th. Reviews? Pleasee! Love!

-dirigableplums97