Chapter one: prophecy.
The night was dark, eerie. The street lights flickered on and off, and some, staying off.
There was a man in a black cloak, with the hood up over his head. And a woman next to him wearing a bright pink flowery dress. She was holding two white bundles. One smaller than the other.
"i hate to say this, but i regret having children. especially being who i am." the man whispered with a cracked voice to the woman.
"i don't." the woman smiled. "even if you are you." she looked down at the bundles, they were babies. two twins.
the man sighed. "i also hate prophecies. they can never meet. we MUST separate them. put them into different orphanages." he looked down at his beloved. "i never thought i would fall for anyone. and then you came along."
the woman smiled lovingly. then a serious emotion came upon her face. "why can they never meet?" she said questioningly.
"the prophecy said that if they meet, a terrible bad, or a terrible good will happen. i do not want to take that chance." they stared hard at each other.
the Woman sighed, and looked at her children. "we should split up then. you take Violet to the farthest orphanage for girls you can find. and i will take Bailey." they waited a little while, just looking at their children. then the man reached out for the smaller child. as soon as the white cloth touched his hands, it turned black, and the other child's turned pink.
the woman had a look of shock on her face. then the man reassured her.
"it is just part of the prophecy." he cradle the black bundle in his long arms lovingly. then looked at the woman.
"i love you June Herrera." and then he apparated away.
"i love you to-"
the man appeared on the steps to an old building. on the front it said,'London orphanage for girls.' he set the baby on the step and started walking down the steps. then he heard the most wonderful thing, it was soft, and silky. a tiny voice saying,
"DA~"
he breathed hard. he slowly turned his head even though he told himself he shouldn't. he turned to look at his daughter, the one who he could never see again.
she had an arm out of the cloth, reaching out to him, for him. he wanted desperately to take it, to comfort it. but instead he stayed where he was, a soft tear streaming down his cheek.
"farewell, Violet."
he turned and apparated away.
that was the last time he was going to see his child.
or so he thought.
