Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; anything you recognize belongs to the ingenious J.K. Rowling. I'm simply a fan writing a FanFic based on her work, as I wait semi patiently for the next book to be released.

With that said...

Prologue

The sky periodically lit up with multiple bolts of thunderous lightning. Skye's breathing was labored as she ran against the smoke ridden wind in desperation. What's burning so profusely? Scared beyond belief she began to run faster; Skye could feel the adrenaline pulsing through her veins, spurring her forward even as she became tired beyond comprehension.

Skye sprang from the edge of the wood; abruptly crumbling to her knees. She couldn't believe the site before her; Skye's stomach twisted in shocked agony. The house she grew up in ,her home, was smoldering against the backdrop of the starry, stormy night sky. There was nothing left but a pile of ruble. A symbol burned bright in the airspace above the atrocity; a skull with a snake protruding, slithering, out its mouth.

"Why!" Skye screamed into the never ending midnight void. Crestfallen she fell face forward; roughly pounding her right fist into the cold, hard ground. "Why?" She whispered despairingly.

A hand gingerly gripped her shoulder. Skye neither shrank away nor looked upward. For whatever reason this presence brought her ease instead of fear. "Skye, its time." The voice was one of power and yet grandfatherly sympathy.

Skye just lolled her head in dejection and pushed her person off the ground. Before she could grasp what was happening an old, tattered book was thrust into her frail grip. The man beside her began to count, as he reached three Skye felt a tug around the vicinity of her navel. What was once her home dissolved into darkness as she felt a spinning sensation.

Hope you liked it. (Crosses fingers!) I know it was short, but don't worry there's more to come, in the mean time let me know what you think, don't be afraid to hit the button and send me your thoughts. Flames are welcome, but constructive criticism is preferred.

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