Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I just own this plot story.

Okay, I know I haven't up-dated in 'Whispers of the Heart', and I'm sorry but I don't like that story. I've decided to start a new one (this one is the re-written 'Whispers', and I like this one better) and this one will have a lot of the same things that 'Whispers' did but it will be changed. For example: Francisco will still be in this story, and so will Ashe and Syke. But that's all I'm going to tell you. If you haven't read 'Whispers of the Heart' before, save your time and read this one instead. Lilwhitney

Prelude: The Beginning

In another world, very much like our own, there was a place entirely ruled by winter. The King of this land was the King of Death and his beloved Queen, the sole ruler of Winter for all the worlds, and the worlds yet to come.

They were a terribly beautiful pair. The King had a regal face with the most piercing and mysterious blue eyes. His hair black as his heart, and his grace and charm exceeded even the most stunning Fae. His Queen, was entirely another sight altogether.

With her skin as smooth and white as the snow, deliciously long honey-brown hair, and high cheekbones. She was easily the most beautiful woman in all of Winter. But her most magnificent, but highly peculiar feature was her eyes. They were violet. She was the King's and her peoples most beloved. And that was what she was called… 'Beloved.'

But the king not only desired her above all others because of her beauty, but because her heart was pure. Untainted by his ice one.

She had everything a woman's heart could ask for. She was pampered, loved, given power, jewels, dresses, …everything. And her King even went as so far to go to her chambers every single night and ask what her hearts desire was. But every night it was the same thing. "A Winter Rose."

Of course the servants knew of this strange request. They could often hear what was said behind their Lady's doors, and pondered diligently every day wondering if Beloved was happy.

But alas…she was not.

Beloved desired another kind of life. For she had never been born. The Gods had created her as a gift to her King. She had no parents, family, or close friends. The King however, when this was brought to his attention, insisted she was perfect without these minuscule comforts. He was her life. He would give her everything and more. Her every whim obeyed.

But still she mourned.

The king lavished on her glorious gifts, desperate to make Beloved happy. Some that would make mortals mouths water. He gave her Crystals of every shape, dresses of the highest and most exquisite beauty, spells to cast whenever she wished, money, power…it was hers. But she could not be moved.

Finally, in a desperate act, the King gave her his most prized possession. A Mirror. A mirror set in a rose garden, inside the palace walls. She was stunned when she beheld its power for the first time. Not only did it show you any place, any world you wished to see…it showed you that place at any time. Past, Present, and the uncertain Future. Beloved soon grew obsessed with the mirror. And one day locked herself up in the garden for days, with neither drink nor sleep.

The land buzzed with worry and resentment towards their Lady and her Lord. They were worried for her, and hideously angry with him for supposedly locking her up in the palace. Months went by without a single word from neither of them.

And then, on a not so special day, the King requested another powerful Fae's appearance. His name is of no importance now, but we do know that he came from the Land of the Elves. He was quickly and quietly summoned to the presence of the King.And the Kingtold him of his Queen's deepest desire.

Soon a bargain was made. And then not so long after…she vanished.

And here is where the story begins…

A/N: Read and Review please.