Hey it's me again :)

I posted this before but it got deleted for no reason, so I'm trying again.

For those of you who read my other story, Everything Will be Alright, I promise that this one will be more successful, especially in regards to updates, plot, and overall writing quality. This time I have taken extra care to figuring out the plot and fill in the holes before I started, and have written some of this story in advance. I have also taken a lot of time editing this, but I am aware that there are still things to be improved on and really appreciate any feedback, as long as its polite. This is my first OC story, and if my character comes off as a Mary Sue I would love to be told because I would like to fix it to the best of my ability. Thank you for giving this story a chance, and I hope you enjoy it. That being said - this is the prologue and is sadly short. Luckily the next chapter is about 2x longer.

See you soon (hopefully)

-emily

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Let hope arise

And make

The darkness hide

- God's not dead

The Newsboys

It was a dark and treacherous night. The normally star-studded sky was covered in a layer foreboding storm clouds that blocked out any rays of sunlight. Strong winds howled fiercely as waves of rain poured down onto the town. This was the kind of night that reminds you of a horror movie you had watched the week before. It was also the kind of night that makes you want to curl up with three blankets and watch a happy musical that you would sing along to, no matter how bad your voice may sound. This night was a time when no one without a death wish would dare to go outside, which was why the streets lay deserted, without a single creature to be seen. Though if there was anyone outside, it would be a challenge to spot them, as the city had been forced into darkness by a power outage.

However, one house seemed unaffected by the storm. This house was a small cottage, with bright light pouring out of the windows. If you stood close enough, you could hear the sound of exuberant laughter coming from inside. The neighbors stared at it through their windows, filled with jealousy. Why couldn't their houses be blessed with electricity on such a morbid night? They assumed the occupants of the house must have installed a generator, after all, how else could they be using electricity?

Across from the cottage, a strange man suddenly appeared on the sidewalk, as if by magic. He seemed to have simply materialized out of thin air, though such a feat would have normally been deemed impossible. Nothing like this man had ever been seen in the area. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a flowing purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles. His eyes gave off the impression that they held all the knowledge that this world had to offer. Beneath these eyes, his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Oddly enough, the pelting rain didn't seem to bother him, nor did the fierce sting of the biting wind. His robes didn't even look the slightest bit wet! It was almost as if he hadn't even noticed the raging storm. Dumbledore's twinkling eyes scanned the street, before promptly stopping at the aforementioned cottage. A grin lit up his face as he crossed the road, strolled confidently up the path to the house, and stepped up to the door. He knocked, and was greeted by a young woman who immediately ushered him into the houses and out of the rain. She had a large, warm smile on and her long, flaming red hair was pulled back into a messy braid. Her emerald green eyes quickly scanned Dumbledore's face, making sure he hadn't been harmed by the storm.

"Professor Dumbledore!" the woman greeted happily. "We thought you were coming Thursday? Oh, no matter, I'm sure Delilah will let you visit her now since you're here."

"Call me Albus, Lily, you earned that right the moment you graduated," the old man responded, his eyes twinkling with mirth. He gave a light laugh before continuing.

"I apologize for the late hour, but I have been informed that the child is, rather different," Dumbledore continued, phrasing it as more of a question rather than a statement, his curiosity evident on his features.

"Why yes, her accidental magic is much stronger and precise than I have ever seen. It's starting far too early to be natural." Lily explained, as she began to lead him through the entranceway, and up the stairs.

"Yes, very unusual. However I have come to believe that there may be a . . . well, surprising answer to this."

Seeing the look of worrying at had appeared on Lily's face as he spoke, he hurriedly tried to reassure her.

"It is a good thing, marvelous, really. Think of it as more of a gift, a special talent."

They had reached the top of the stairs, and veered off to the right, going down the hallway. Passing a few doors they finally came to a stop in front of a yellow one. Upon entering the room, Dumbledore's attention was immediately brought to the crib, and the young man standing next to it. His name was Sirius Black. Sirius was a tall, handsome young man, with black hair that reached just above his shoulders and stormy grey eyes that were filled with mischief. A jovial smile had lit up his face as he gazed upon the baby girl who lay fast asleep in her crib. Next to him stood his wife, Delilah. She was slim and tall, though shorter than her husband. Her face was framed by her long blonde hair, which looked beautiful when combined with her electric blue eyes and pale yet unblemished skin.

"Albus, you made it," Sirius exclaimed, as he and Delilah walked over to greet Dumbledore.

"Yes, though the weather was not very helpful," he answered with a light chuckle. "Tell me, how is the child?"

"She's an absolute angel, aside from all the accidental magic of course." Delilah answered, her eyes portraying a hint of amusement.

"Ah, yes. I believe I have found an explanation for that, though it will take some explaining. But first, just out of curiosity, what have you named the girl?"

This time it was Sirius who responded.

"Emma, sir. Emma Marie Black."

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