Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing fiction, so do go easy on me. The story is set in modern day and will follow an OC. I do draw inspiration from other works, as seen in this chapter. Note the labels. Reviews are welcome! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except the ones I've created. Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling et cetera, et cetera.
Chapter 1: Prologue
"Greatness from small beginnings" –Sir Francis Drake
The moonlight struggled to shine amongst the pollution and the smoke. Cars were at a complete standstill, completely routine for a Friday night in the city. The cabbies honked incessantly.
Near the ticketing office of the local movie theater, a young girl raved about her experience.
"God, lightsabers are so cool! Wasn't that awesome, Dad?" She didn't wait for a response. "Can we watch A New Hope when we get home? Pretty please?" She pleaded to her parents, switching the direction of her puppy dog eyes from on parent to the other.
"Sure honey, whatever you want." Her father chuckled, tussling her hair.
"I'll make the popcorn," added her mother.
The girl's eyes lit up, and she hugged both adults tightly. "Come on, we should get a move on if we want to finish the movie by bedtime." Dad urged.
"Do we need to apparate again?" The girl whispered to her mother cautiously, not wanting to draw suspicion from passersby.
"Yes, but not here. Too many no-majes nearby. We might need to head to that alley up ahead."
As they approached the corner, the mother became aware of two distinct sets of footsteps following closely. She instinctively reached out and squeezed the girl's hand. Her pace quickened.
"Stop." They froze. "And we'd love it if you would remove your hand from your wand holster, Mrs. Wayne."
"Hands up where we can see 'em." The other added.
The trio turned around slowly, obliging to the pair's orders. A man with almost white blond hair in robes was accompanied by a woman with dark, curly hair. Their wands were aimed at the girl's parents.
"So, I see that the Dark Lord has gone international." The girl's eyes shot up to her mother's face at her sudden statement.
"Ah, not quite. Not yet, anyways. Just… making a strategic move in the heat of war. Although, my dear, that is one hell of an idea. I'm sure many American wizards would share our sentiment regarding an undesirable marriage such as yours."
"You're a bloody disgrace to your race!" The woman spat.
"Now, now. No need to get so emotional, Bellatrix. I'm sure we can manage this without resorting to petty insults." He chided his companion. "The Dark Lord has been concerned with your financial dealings, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. The Order isn't wealthy enough to operate in its current scale with its known members, but Wayne Enterprises certainly is." The mother's grip tightened. "Think of it this way: the war will end much faster and no more unnecessary lives need to be taken and destroyed," he reasoned.
"Tell that to the Longbottoms," Her mother replied through gritted teeth.
"Such casualties are expected in times of war. You of all people should know that, Marie. I can't speak for Bellatrix here, but for me, it's never been personal. I've always thought that you were a talented witch. Just misguided, perhaps." His head turned towards the woman. "Bellatrix, if you will do the honors, please."
The girl's eyes widened in horror as the woman sheathed the wand and pulled out a gun from her coat pocket. "Filthy muggles don't deserve the luxury of magical curses." She pulled the hammer back. And squeezed.
"NO!" Her mother screamed as she pulled out her wand and cast a wordless spell at the woman in one fluid motion. The man seemed startled at her outburst and flinched. The sound was deafening.
The girl could only hear the thundering of her heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. She turned just in time to see her father fall backwards into a puddle, clutching his chest. In the corner of her eye, she saw a blinding streak of green light racing towards her. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for pain or death. It never came. She cautiously opened her eyes and saw her mother's lifeless corpse laid out in front of her.
"Fuck! The bitch got me!" The woman screeched.
"What about the girl?" His eyes lingered on her mother's unmoving corpse.
"Forget the girl! I'm bleeding!" Pop. With that, they were gone. Vanished. The girl stood in silence for a moment. Then, she heard her father's faint whisper.
"Brook… Sweetheart…" She rushed over and bent over his body.
"DAD? DAD?" She sobbed, trying to stop the bleeding with her hands.
"I'm so sorry, love… I'm so sorry," he croaked out. Her hands shook. Her vision blurred. Words failed to form, dying in her throat. "I love you so, so much. You are meant for greatness, Brook. Never forget that…"
Her howls and wails melted into the commotion of the night.