Children Of Bad Faith
Chapter One: Flight To London.
The sky darkened and rain began to buffet the plane as it crossed the Atlantic. The young girl in seat 13a stared out the window watching the icy tears that poured down the window, the laptop opened on her fold out tray forgotten.
Her long hair was dyed a soft lavender that matched her clear eyes. She sighed softly and brushed a stray strand from her eyes. The gloom outside seemed to match the gloom in her heart. Folded inside her travel bag, away from prying eyes, was the newspaper, and the terminal article which had led her to board this plane and fly into the country which was now the most dangerous in the world. The article which had declared in bold sad text the death of one of the most powerful wizards in the world. The article which bespoke in whispers the danger that her cousin was in.
Unlike many wizards, Angelique had never had reason to doubt the return of the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Days after the tri-wizard tournament her English cousins had secretly confirmed the Potter boy's story, even as they openly worked to discredit him. She had vowed then not to return to England, to avoid confrontation of any kind until the trouble in England blew over, one way or another.
But now her cousin was in trouble, the no one had said it openly, but the information was there to someone who could see between the lines.
So here she was, on a plane in a dagnerous thunderstorm, heading towards an even worse danger.
As the plane touched down in London she thought she saw a dementor touch flitting about in the shadows of the runway. It did not surprise her. England was under the shadow of great darkness, and creatures like those rose to feed on the despair that blossomed there.
She closed her laptop and gathered her things, preparing to disembark. Once in the terminal she gathered her luggage, and the caged parakeet from the pet depot.
She stood in the passenger terminal and watched people coming and going in the shadows. Never before had she had so cold a welcome in England.
Since the death of her mother she had spent the summer holiday, and other school holiday in England with her last remaining kin. Those days were some of her happiest memories. She and her cousin, together they were quite a team. Dragon and Angel, they had created new spells, experimented in arts that neither would have dared alone.
Happy days of swimming in the lake, running through the halls of the great manor, even jinxing his friends from school, and a thousand more scenes flashed through Angelique's mind. She turned with sad smile and watched the storm.
Dragon and Angel, they were an unstoppable team.
The Children Of Bad Faith.
The light from inside, glared against the glass and created a reflection. Angelique could see people rushing about behind her. A large digital clock was hanging over the ticket counter. As she watched the large numbers changed over from eleven fifty-nine to twelve o-clock just as lighting struck a plane on the runway, illuminating the stark hopeless sky, and catching fire to a wing. Midnight; the true dawn of a new day. June 5th.
"Happy Birthday Dragon," she whispered, letting her hand fall away and turning to face the lonely journey ahead of her.