Author's Note:
In this story I attempt to follow as closely as possible the fifth book (Order of the Phoenix), with the addition of my OC. I don't make all of it (the two sides of the war, specifically) as black and white as J.K. Rowling did, however.
The Harry Potter universe and its characters belong to J.K. Rowling. My OC and any mythology I've added in this belong to my own mind.
If you have suggestions, opinions, ideas,… I'd love to hear about them. I always welcome ways to better my writing.
Enjoy!
Prologue
She was returning home, early in the morning, after having gone to a concert. As usual, she entertained herself by observing the few people she passed in the streets as she enjoyed the refreshingly cold air hitting her face. Most, at this hour, weren't sober.
When she walked past an alley, her right arm was suddenly grabbed by an unknown hand. She stumbled into the small street. Before she could react, the world around her was swallowed in darkness.