I do not take any credit for the Harry Potter characters. I only take credit for the charatcers I have created for thie fiction.If anyonewishes to use them, ask me before doing so as they are mine. Thank you for reading my fic, please enjoy!
Prologue
The night sky was an inky blue, speckled with the slivery white stars. The moon was half hidden beneath the clouds. There was a strange stillness among the trees, nothing was moving. It was so quiet, but the silence was suddenly broken by a loud crash. The neighborhood was no longer peaceful. Two houses were on fire, four cars were flipped upside down, and were burning, and people were running and screaming in fear and panic. If people weren't too busy running and screaming, they were confused by what they saw. There was a family of six people who were suspended in midair hanging upside down. Three appeared to be unconscious; the other three were kicking and screaming, it was as though they were trying to break free of an invisible hands grip.
Ten hooded figures in long black cloaks stood in a circle beneath the six terrified people. Two of them left the circle and went into a small white house. After a few minutes they emerged from the house and immediately it burst into flames. They brought with them, from the house, a young woman, who was holding a small bundle of cloth. Inside the tiny bundle was a small baby.
"We've found her," one of the hooded men spoke, "she was trying to hide in the basement. The man put up a good fight, but not good enough, the young fool."
They took the baby from her arms.
"Do what you want to me," she said calmly, "but this baby will not die tonight. All who knew and loved its mother and father protects this baby! The baby will be the end of this! The end of you!"
"Well then I guess this child won't live to know its true power then will it?" Said a high, cold voice.
With those words a flash of green light swept by the woman, and she lay on the ground, dead. The six people hanging in the air had fallen to the ground, and quickly scrambled away.
"What do we do with the child my Lord?" Said the man holding the baby.
"Kill it!" Said the same cold voice from the center of the circle of hooded men, "I cannot afford to allow it to live. It could ruin everything!"
"That child shall not die tonight." Shouted an angry voice, "Stupefy!"
A flash of red light swept down on the crowd of hooded men, and they all fell to the ground, all but the one holding the child.
"Hand me the baby Lucius." Said a man.
The man who spoke was tall and thin, with graying hair. He wore odd clothes; they were like robes of a deep blue and a pointed hat. He had half moon spectacles resting on his long crooked nose. He had a beard that went down to his navel, and hair that matched it.
"You cannot have it! I will kill it for my Lord!" Said the remaining hooded man.
"Lucius, I am truly sorry, petrificus totalus." Said the white haired man. "Accio baby."
Lucius' arms and legs became stiff and he fell to the ground, but the child began to float towards the white haired man.
"I will take care of you until we find your aunt my child." He said as he plucked the child from the air, and then he just, disappeared.