A/N: This is a fanfic cowritten by myself and Aliza Hope. Be sure to check out her profile! Anything from Bria's POV is written by me and anything from Rose's is written by her. Sorry that the Prologue is so short. Will post chapter 1 soon. Let us know if you like it!
Prologue
Joseph Jones was a very normal man. He was an astronautical engineer at NASA in Houston, Texas. He was married to Mary Jones. Mary was a very normal woman. She was a stay at home mom. She stayed at home with her son, Johnathon, and two daughters, Bria and Rose. Johnathon was nine-years-old. Bria was seven and Rose was six. All in all, the Jones family was very normal until they weren't.
Rose had gone to a sleepover the night before it all went wrong. The next morning Joseph went to pick up his youngest daughter. Johnathon, a very protective older brother, had gone with his dad to pick Rose up, wanting to make sure she was okay.
Joseph and Mary were going to lunch at a fancy restaurant when Joseph, Johnathon, and Rose got back so Mary decided to curl her hair. She finished and, forgetting her curling iron, went to go get dressed.
Bria was upstairs in the bonus room watching The Smurfs. She was happy until she heard a strange noise from downstairs. Her eyebrows furrowed but she continued to watch the TV.
It happened very fast. The door to the bonus room flew open and a blast of heat flew in. Bria screamed and ran to the opposite wall.
Fifteen minutes later, Bria was curled up in a ball in the far corner coughing up her lungs. A man in a suit walked in and looked around the room. He noticed the brown-haired little girl hacking up her lungs in the corner and his eyes widened. He ran over to her and picked her up. She yelled out then began to cough again. The man moved his hand away from her shoulder where he noticed that the fabric there had been burned away.
Mary didn't make it through the fire. No body was found, just ashes. The paramedics told Joseph that it was a miracle that Bria had even survived, though she would have breathing problems for a couple weeks and a scar on her left shoulder for the rest of her life.
A year later, Joseph moved his family across the ocean to Britain. The three kids adopted British accents to get away from their pasts. Bria, however, could never escape her past no matter how hard she tried.
In July of 1989, the Jones family was visited by a tall, strict woman by the name of Minerva McGonagall and they were told of the magic the three kids possessed. Johnathon, who was old enough to go to the school, decided to go.
Johnathon went and found himself sorted into Hufflepuff. The sorting hat said it was because of his loyalty and protectiveness of his little sisters. He sent letters by owl to Bria and Rose two or three times a month. Bria got her letter two years later, and she was excited when she did. She saw it as an opportunity to start over again. However, she had no idea what she was about to get into.