Dear wonderful reader, this is the sequel to "Antithetical." Now, we know we haven't finished Antithetical yet, but we will. Mignonne just really wanted to get the prologue out. Have fun reading. Love, Sellene
Disclaimer: We do not claim Harry Potter belongs to us, cuz it doesn't.
Prologue
The sound of nearing footsteps chased the terror-stricken figure escaping the veiled fortress. Snapping twigs, crinkling leaves, and forest debris harmonized with the threatening voices that echoed in her ears. Her warm breath contrasted against the cold night air as she clung to the infant in her arms, desperately dodging spells thrown by the band of death-eaters closing in upon them. The woman's slowing footsteps left a trail of crimson liquid behind her.
Knowing that freedom was but a few steps away, she urged her tired legs forward in the darkening forest. As mother and infant burst into the clearing, the sight that greeted her cast a shadow over the last ray of hope, squashing any lingering chance of liberty. She saw a dead corpse on the ground and she saw Him standing over it, grinning sinisterly at her. She barely recognized the mangled body that lay at her feet as the lone man that dared to help her and her child break away from the clutches of the Dark Lord. The mother collapsed to the ground, her sobbing resonating the sorrow she felt throughout the forest. The baby seemed to absorb the mother's pain and also started crying. The woman ignored the powerful form before her. It was that powerful form that had destroyed her passage to freedom and her last chance of survival.
She rocked her baby to stop it's wailing. She looked at her crying child, then at the dead body on the ground, finally glaring bitterly up at the man she once loved. What had happened to the amorous warmth in his eyes that had once comforted her on a winter's eve? There was nothing human left in them anymore. All she saw was vicious malevolence, pure evil. She saw child's father lift his hand and point a wand at her. She turned away from him to the beautiful infant in her arms. She heard his voice calling out the deadly words to the spell that would end her life. She paid no attention as a bright green light surrounded her, piercing through her body. She was casting a spell of her own, whispering into the ear of the child. The green light was tearing her life away and with the last bit of energy left in her, the mother whispered her final words into the infant's ear.
"some really cool Latin phrase" ß REPLACE LATER