Year 7
PROLOGUE
The Child
On a hill overlooking the small town of Little Hangleton, stood an eerie manor almost a century old. With broken windows, rotting frame and its locked doors, the house has been thought to be empty ever since the incident. Most villagers still called it "the Riddle House"; they spread rumors and after many years the rumors became fairy tales. Little did they know that the house was still used for meetings and that hundreds of wizards and witches gathered at the house on the night "it" happened.
"Did you hear?" A dark hooded figure whispered from the corner.
"About the boy?" Another voice answered. "
He defeated our master."
"He's dead"
"Gone"
"How can that be?"
The dark secretive voices now became alarmed and many hissed at each other in protest. A toddler's cry descended upon them and the black figures stopped their arguing to face another draped figure holding the hand of a two year old.
"Vivian, keep your child silent!" A deep voice snarled angrily and as he stepped forward, a lock of blonde hair slipped from his robe.
"Quiet your mouth Lucius! My child cries with me!" The young woman removed her hood. Her black hair, messy from the hood, draped around her face in a slight wave and her green penetrating eyes glared like enchanted emeralds at Lucius Malfoy. Lucius growled as if to say something, but stopped when one of the hooded figures came up behind Vivian and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Calm yourself Vivian. You shouldn't shed tears over-" She spun around to face him, and immediately attacked him with her rebuttal.
"Over what Tomas. The man who I've known all my life? No, of course not. I would never shed a tear for my-," she was cut off but her words were dripping with painful sarcasm.
"Master, Viv. Your master." He was stern, his green eyes glowed into hers and he continued, "He might still be alive. There is no way our master can be defeated by some baby, especially the child of that no good auror Potter!" His anger grew as they resumed their arguing. No one spoke around them, except for some of the whispering comments now and again. Her child cried even louder now as the tension grew between the two.
"Fine. You go try to find your Master. I'm going home now-" Vivian spoke stiffly looking away "I'm going to watch over the rest my children, and my nephews." She took a break before she looking back up at Tomas "I'll let Renée know you won't be coming back, because you find worshiping a master more important than your family. She'll understand." Vivian smiled a vague smile then walked away from her brother.
"Tomas. We can't let her leave without teaching her a lesson. She might tell the Aurors! Or worse, Dumbledore. We have to send her a warning she'll not soon forget. We can kill her youngest child. She won't tell if she knows her other two daughters are in danger." Lucius growled from behind him.
"No. Leave my sisters children alone. I'll be the one to give her the warning." He stormed away from the raging group of death eaters, grabbed his broom and headed toward his sisters house.