P R O L O G U E
All credits to JKR, except for Anne of course.
Anne was so ordinary it hurt. Most of all it hurt herself, so she kept writing really bad poems about her woes, just like this:
Dark night, Dark night.
Spheres are calling, Spheres are calling.
Don't leave me here, don't leave me here.
I die alone.
Alone.
Understanding me is impossible to do and I cry myself to sleep.
She was a plain American high school student, and the last one you'd expect to be caught up in anything extraordinary...
TIME JUMP - plus 2 years!
Enna and Harry were exchanging kisses in the Gryffindor common room. Harry's raven-black hair shone in the semi darkness of the fire which burned merrily in the grate of the enamelled fireplace. Enna's black hair intermingeled with Harry's, so they looked like one creature woven of the same material.
"Harry Potter, you're kisses are sweeter than summer wine," Enna whispered, lightly touching Harry's lightning-bolt scar which seemed to relax under her gentle touch.
In fact, Harry was troubled by headaches almost every day now, being in his 7th year and Voldemort at the height of his powers. The only remedy to his stinging pain was the love the mysterious angel sitting on his lap provided. Exactly two months ago she first appeared in his bed, in the middle of the night, as if fallen from the skies. She had been stark naked, her night-black hair falling over her perfectly milky body like a protective sheet. She had just opened her eyes, they were green like the bottles muggles sold liquids in, and her feathery voice said: "I was sent by the Good Side to help and protect you. Noone but you can see me".
TIME JUMP - minus 1 year!
"And from now on, your name shall be Enna!" the spectre clad in black boomed.
Anne looked up timidly. "Anne backwards?"
"Exactly. And your appearance has to be reversed too. Former dirty-blonde, be black. Grey eyes, be green. Plump muggle, be virile witch!"
The figure began to laugh cruelly, clouding both of them in black smoke. Anne could feel her body stretching and changing, her thoughts became clearer, her soul lighter. Her inner voice seemed to speak of love and tenderness, of caring for the Chosen One.
This was to be her place in life, and nothing else.
"My Lord," a rat-like voice squeaked from the bottom of the stairs, "I don't understand what you are planning now..." "SILENCE," the hoarse voice of the tall, black shadow cried, "Lord Voldemort has a plan that will not fail. Harry Potter will be brought to the Dark Side, with the aid of an angel..."
Sorry for the short chapter, let's call it the Prologue!
Chapter One is going to be up next week!
Please tell me if you like where the story's going so far...
Love and Moonlight,
Trianna