Trace of Mischiefs

by tomthestory

It's the first ride to Hogwarts and the sorting ceremony. It's the homework and the classes. It's quidditch and the infirmary. It's locked bedroom doors and nights in the common room. It's hate at first sight and being in denial. It's dramatic declarations of love and tears of pain. It's the past, the present and the future. Trace of Mischiefs is a journey,will you board the train?

1. Prologue

Every story has a beginning. A defining point that kick starts everything. When cells collide, words are spoken and people meet. Fate brings us together, but to stay together is a choice.

Wizarding World

November 3rd, 1959.

In the dark rooms of the almost royal Black Mansion a baby's cry could be heard. Walburga Black took a stirring bundle into her arms.

"It's a boy, Ma'am," the lady beside her said.

The woman in bed, exhausted, only nodded. She looked at the tiny face and a black string of hair, peaking out from out of the blanket. A soft smile formed on her stiff, not used to fond facial expressions, lips.

"A new honorable member of the noble house of Black."

"He is a very strong and healthy baby, ma'am," another lady spoke up.

"You will be a great descendant. You will take care of this house. It is in your blood. Be proud of who you are."

The usually quite gloomy house lit up a little at this moment of pride and joy. She had no clue whatsoever what the future held. And this child she was softly holding against her chest, still murmuring about his heritage, had no idea how his life would turn out.

But fate always knew.

She didn't know when or how, she didn't know who he would be as a person and at what circumstances, but she knew for sure that it was destined for him to meet seven other souls that he was bound to since the times no alive person or written document could remember. He had seven soulmates in his life, more than most people. All of their lives were intertwined since the beginning of time. They were the unbreakable eight. And they were meant to do great things, face death, love, danger and incredible friendship. Together they were strongest, and most vulnerable apart. They celebrated their differences and build palaces on common grounds. Such force as they were couldn't be tamed by any laws or rules, except for nature's, especially at its blossoming youth. They were going on one path since each was born, leaving a mark behind themselves of all the adventures their curiosity and wicked genius minds took them on. They left a Trace of their Mischiefs. And the little bundle, sleeping in his mothers arms,

was the beginning of it all.