Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any part of it. Only the new characters are mine.

Prologue

"Alright, sweetheart, stay here and play with Baby Bear. Mommy will be just outside if you need anything, alright?" Elizabeth asked her three – year - old daughter as she handed her her favorite stuffed bear.

"Yes, mommy," her daughter smiled sweetly as she hugged her Baby Bear. Elizabeth closed the door to her daughter's bedroom with a sigh before deciding to relax in the study for a short time when there was a loud knock on the door. Elizabeth made a move to answer it, but the newcomer did not wait for an invitation. The front door flew open with a thunderous bang, and a man in a hooded black cloak with his face hidden behind a horrid mask step arrogantly through the threshold. Elizabeth started but held her ground.

"What do you want?" she spat. The man approached her menacingly, but Elizabeth did not back away. He approached until his masked face was nearly touching her own.

"It isn't what I want, my dear," she could hear the sneer in his voice. "It's what I need."

Lillian sat alone in her room playing blissfully with Baby Bear, her snow white, blue – eyed stuffed animal which was her favorite thing in the world. When suddenly she heard a deafening bang outside of her room. Being only three, it startled her, and she was curious to know just what could make such a sound. Still clutching Baby Bear, she rose from her position on the floor and quickly made for the door while hoping she could reach the handle. She had never tried to open her own door, knowing the punishment for leaving when she was told not to (not that she had ever done it before).

Something stopped her though. Someone was yelling. Someone she didn't recognize. Not keen on meeting strangers, especially ones that sounded so mean, Lillian backed away from the door retaking her previous position on the ground. She listened hard to hear what was happening, but the voices were too muffled. Then, as suddenly as the noise had begun, it stopped. Lillian sat in place, listening. She wanted to cry but something stopped her. The next moment she heard her bedroom door creak open. The little girl cringed and clung to Baby Bear as tightly as possible, but, much to her relief, it was her mother that stuck her head inside.

"Goodnight, princess," was all she said before closing the door and leaving Lillian in confused silence once more. Her confusion was short – lived; however, as the candles lighting the child's room extinguished and the room was shrouded in darkness.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Lillian called desperately as she got to her feet, but the only response she received was yet another great BOOM! This one was much louder than the first. Lillian's worst fear was the dark, so she screamed again. "MOMMY! MOMMY! PLEASE COME BACK!"

Not knowing what else to do, the small girl made her way to the door. The cracks around it were leaking something grayish – black that Lillian did not recognize, but it made her cough and choke. Now even more frightened, she grabbed the high door handle. However, she quickly let go with a cry of pain as her hand was burned. She began to sob more freely. She was trapped alone in her worst nightmare. Trapped…she knew what to do. The closet.

Feeling immensely proud of herself, Lillian made her was to her large walk – in closet that held her clothes and most of her toys. She remembered what her daddy had told her about being trapped. The word had stuck in her mind. Even at the age of three the thought of being trapped in the dark frightened her, and she was, as many people had told her, very smart for her age. She had Baby Bear in her left hand and her favorite blanket under her left arm, and all she wanted to do was get out of this dark place.

So, she climbed into the closet and shut the door, crying uncontrollably as she went. She wanted her mommy! She wanted her daddy! The now completely black atmosphere was seeping into her hiding place, and she once again began to cough and choke. Terrified and inexplicably tired, Lillian closed her eyes and let the darkness take her.

Well, what did you think? I got the idea from one of my good friends that asked me a very good question, and I decided to answer this way! I know it's not common for a prologue to switch POV's, but if I had done it all from Elizabeth's point of view there wouldn't be much reason for you to read the rest! Please give me some feedback! It will be greatly appreciated! Please be as nice as possible. I don't mind constructive criticism! Just review! I beg you! Love, Merry!