I do not own any part of Harry Potter, merely the characters that I created for this story-which is for my own enjoyment! I'm sorry the first chapter is so short, but the next ones will be longer!

*Note: Harry and company probably won't be appearing in this series until the third or fourth segment of it.

Chapter One

Legend of the Night

A tall man paced in front of a ranch style house, his navy blue robes billowing behind him. Pausing for a second, he ran a hand through his, already tousled, black hair. Just by looking at him you could tell that he was no older than twenty. Casting a frustrated glance at the sky, he went back to pacing. Rustling sounded from the bushes behind him, causing him to whip around, pointing a polished stick at the brush.

"Relax, Jackson," a voice said, accompanied by several growls, as a large, black wolf, shoved its way through the brush. A gold chain was around it's neck, a red stone hung at the end of it. The stone glowed as the wolf growled, a voice accompanying the growls, "It's only me."

The man, Jackson, continued to point the stick at the wolf, "What age was I when we first met?"

"Easy," the black wolf growled, the stone glowing with each growl. "You were eleven and were taking your first Potions lesson, and I emptied your cauldron since you made a pathetic excuse of a dittany based potion."

Jackson relaxed, lowering his arm that held the stick, "I'm sorry, Ben, but SOMEONE betrayed us tonight, they knew we were coming."

The black wolf, Ben, nodded, "I'm sorry for your loss, Jackson. Your father was a great man." Neither spoke for several seconds after this statement was made. Ben finally said, "Has anyone else arrived?"

Jackson shook his head, "No, however, there have been messages attached to the portkeys saying that everyone is okay except…"

"The Grants?" Ben guessed.

Jackson nodded, "Yes. I fear the worst for them…their portkey arrived, no note or anything came with it, though."

"I don't like this," Ben growled, his hackles rising. "Where's Bill? He was with the Grants as well!"

"That's who I'm waiting for," Jackson murmured.

Ben looked uneasy, "You don't think that He got to them…do you?"

"I'd wish you'd use his name, Ben," Jackson said, a small smile crossing his features. "Do I believe that Lord Zytol got to them? Perhaps. With the way the night has been going, I wouldn't doubt it."

Ben growled in frustration, "How could they have known though? How?"

"I already told you my suspicions," Jackson stated.

Ben snapped, "But who? Who amongst us would betray us to Him? What could He have possibly offered them to convince them to betray us?"

"I don't know," Jackson muttered. "If either my father or I had suspected that this could happen amongst our close-knit group, we would have taken extra precautions."

Ben looked skeptical, "I didn't think you and your father could come up with more precautions for the plan."

Jackson's expression darkened, "We should have taken more precautions…perhaps my father would still be alive…"

Silence settled over them once again. Both lost in their own thoughts. The night slowly wore on, the full moon making its progress across the sky.

A shadow fell across the pair, causing them to look up. A shadowy figure of a man on a broom descended towards them, the light from the full moon casting the figure's features in shadow.

The figure landed heavily, black hair that had, at one point, been tied in a pony tail, hanging sporadically about him, as he released the one-handed grip that he'd been holding the broom with, while the other arm cradled something.

Ben stalked forward, teeth bared, and his hackles bristling, "What did you have the impudence to say when you first saw me in this form?"

"When did Professor Read get a mutt," the man answer, swaying a bit. Jackson rushed forward and steadied the man.

Ben demanded, hackles still bristling, "What happened? Why are the Grants not with you? You were the backup transportation if they missed their portkey!"

"They're dead," the man stated bluntly. He took a shuddering breath, his free hand going to his right shoulder, touching the wound that was still bleeding, "I was attacked at the waiting point by the Black Hunters, by the time I got to the Grants house…" He took another shuddering breath, "It was demolished, a gaping hole in the north wall; Lutore, my back-up, was searching among the remains for any survivors…I asked him what happened, since knowing him, he wasn't too far away, but he said he'd only tell you, Jackson." He hadn't released his hold on whatever was in his right arm, though it was apparently taking a toll on the man's strength.

"What are you holding, Bill?" Jackson asked suddenly, spotting the bundle in Bill's arm.

Ben's ears pricked forward as he sniffed the air, "That scent…?"

As if in answer to Jackson's question, the bundle in Bill's arm started to cry.

"Their daughter?" Jackson exclaimed, taking the baby girl from Bill, relieving the man of the bundle. Bill lowered his arm gratefully.

Bill explained, "She was among the remains of the house."

"So, Lord Zytol is gone than?" Jackson inquired.

Bill nodded, "Lutore found no remains of him, and he knows that he never left the house…that's about all he told me…"

Jackson looked thoughtful as he gazed down at the child in his arms, studying her, "I believe Lord Zytol is gone…at least for now."

"What makes you say that?" Ben demanded, as he padded over to Jackson and rose on his hind legs to get a better look at the child. He got back onto all fours, his eyes wide with shock, "There's a lightning shaped scar over her right eye!"

Bill peered over Jackson's shoulder, "You know what, I didn't notice that, but than again, I'm lucky I figured out how to mount my broom." He frowned as he remembered the last part of Jackson's statement, "What do you mean 'at least for now?'"

Jackson didn't answer, merely muttering, apparently lost in thought, "I have to discuss these circumstances with Lutore…"

"Hey!" Ben barked as Jackson started to walk away from the pair, "Answer Bill's question, Jackson! Jackson…? Jackson!" He bounded after the younger wizard.

Bill sighed, glancing up at the sky as a large silhouette blocked the moon's light with it's enormous bulk for a brief second.

Unbeknownst to the two men and wolf, rumors were already starting to spread. Rumors that were saying that the bane of the land, Lord Zytol had been undone by a mere baby girl who they were calling, "The Legend of the Night" since they did not want to copy the Europeans by calling her "The-Girl-Who-Lived".