A/N: What's up everybody? Sorry I haven't updated my other story tho the next chapter is almost done so there's no need to fret ;) So here's a new story, new idea and I want to see if anyone would want me to continue? Of course it's only the prologue so there isn't much there sorry. This will be my First Fluer and Hermione story! Woop, woop! I've always enjoyed this couple for unknown reasons. Oh this is really short but the chapters i promise will be long Now on to the boring stuff.

SUMMARY: At a young age Hermione has felt a bond to the mysterious girl with silver blonde and sparkling blue eyes, known as Fluer. She can feel what the other feels where ever she is, and they meet in their dreams. Though they both don't know what fate has in store for them and their future with each other.

RATING: It will be between T and M but I'll just go with M to be sure.

DISCLAIMER: I will not have or ever will own Harry Potter or characters, they all belong to the lovely J. K. Rowling.

So after you read this let me now what you think and if you want this continued. Also I'll never have due dates or they'll freak me out and I'll never do them...


.:PROLOGUE:.

The dark night sky was full of beautiful bright shinning stars, each watching upon the lit up the streets on this silent night. A lone figure sat on bench in what seemed to be a black cloak, its hood pulled up above their head sheltering from the bitter wind that lapped up against them. They sat there non-moving, creating the effect as if they were not breathing. Then there was a sudden stir in the stranger. A crooked grin starts to form upon their face, that would be unsettling even to the bravest of us. The stranger chuckles and slowly looks towards the stars.

"So it's began eh?" The voice is scratchy and deep belonging to that of a man. A star falls across the night sky as if sending him an answer. He smirks and shakes his head slightly.

"A prophecy that goes above all other prophecy's." The winds carry towards him, "A bond connected at the birth to the younger of the lovers, a bond unbreakable and valuable to one or the other who works to gain their trust. Who ever succeeds in gaining the support of the lovers shall win unsettling so. Going above the prophecy of even the boy-who-lived. The bond connects only to the feelings as of start, and then comes the connection of one to another, as there understanding grows love will begin to bloom, a power shall be sealed in to the youngest with a small accident that will make the youngest the protector to the other."

"Hmmm I guess it is time then." The figure slowly stands and points his hand skywards. Muttering Latin under his breathe. A light blue light shoots upwards and away in to the dark night sky. The man sighs and puts his hand down.

"I've done what I've been told, and I've done what you've asked, but now where shall it carry on from past present to future? Now I may ask what have you asked me to do in the humans world Life?" The cloaked figure turns towards a anew figure. She steps from the shadows into the light of the moon as features appear, she had light brown hair braided over her right shoulder with flowers through out it, hanging on to her hourglass figure she wore that of the ancient Greek, with striking green eyes.

"As you know of the past, present, and future such as I you know what is to come if we don't interfere. And with this prophecy that the council and I've decided upon it shall put the world in to balance before it can tip completely and sends the world in to utter darkness." The woman states as she walks closer to the hooded man and pushes down the mans hood. The man had a face of a teen such as the woman, dark blood red eyes bore in to hers, his shaggy blond hair sways in the wind.

"Now come Death, we must return to our places and watch this unfold before our eyes." He scuffs slightly and turns to walk away but before he makes another step a hand grips his wrist and spins him around as Life's lips fall upon his for a brief moment. As they exchange what has to be done, a life that must go. they split and in a matter of a blink of an eye. They vanish in to the night not to meet for many years later.