The Rise of the New Mark - The Birth of the Mark

by Yakashama

The birth of the greatest change in Wizarding Britain begins in the fires of the First War. In Harry Potter's second year, a new Slytherin, is sorted for his great ambition. Yet Mark Fulghum is a Muggleborn, and his experiences at Hogwarts will shape his destiny, and that of the world's. Covers Mark's entire Hogwarts career. Slow updates. Part 1 of 3 of The Rise of the New Mark

1. Prologue - Beginnings

In the beginning, there was darkness.

In the beginning, nothing could exist.

Yet in the beginning, our story somehow begins….

Born from thoughts, and to thoughts it shall become.

You open your eyes in a dense forest. Trees scrape the ceiling of the sky, all around you. Some, appear to reach the very heavens. I step from the shadows, and greet you, reader.

"Behold the forest of the fantasy. All around you, are stories; worlds without number. The trees, you see, each are a story. Some are bigger than others, and some have offshoots. Let us approach this tree, hm? The tree of Harry Potter." You step forward, and I guide your hand to a certain branch. "Touch, and see my story."

Your fingertips brush the wood.

All goes black…

Fire. One word, yet caring much meaning. The house burned, shouts and voices echoing through the nearby wood. The doorway was smashed in, and a trail of destruction led upstairs. Lights flashed and flickered between the combatants in the upstairs hallway. Two personages, a man and a woman, stood their ground, framed against the roaring flames. Their combatants, however, outnumbered them. With a scream, the woman fell as a sickly red jet of light struck her. Down the hall, a baby cried out for its now dead mother. Another man quickly shushed it, scooping him into the baby beorn and strapping him to his chest. Silent as a mouse, he eased the window open and slipped down the rickety fire escape installed for this purpose. He ran, as fast as he could without jostling the baby. As he reached the tree line of the forest, another shout rang out from the window. "THERE! BY THE TREES!" the Death Eater shouted. Cursing, the man continued to run, even as the cracks of apparition sounded behind him. Sprinting, he came to a motorcycle, partially hidden by leaves. Hearing footsteps, he turned around, only to see the empty mask of the Death Eater. Fumbling in his pocket, he pulled out a pistol. The Death Eater laughed.

"Fool! Do you presume that a shiny stick would defeat me, muggle?" The man said nothing and pulled the trigger. A belated shout later, he was already zooming off into the forest, away to his own house far off.

Thus the life of Mark Fulghum began in fire, rescued from his parents' house by his uncle.

The fire roared, and the house collapsed in response, covering the bodies in ash.