Prologue
Harry James Potter Malfoy was currently sitting in the Headmaster's office. His father, Lucius Malfoy, was talking to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Lupin in one of the classrooms and told Harry to "Wait here." Ten-year-old Harry sighed. He hated his father, no, loathed him because he treated him like a Slytherin Prince and Harry knew he was not going to be in that House. His robes, while fitting fine and almost new because of his pure-blood status, was green and silver, the only colors he was allowed to wear. Everyone wanted to be his "friend" because he was the Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived. His only real friends were the Lupin Twins, Kyra and Kira, but he usually weren't allowed to talk to them as his father dubbed them, "bratty little half-breeds." But they always found a way to see him. The office door creaked open and Harry spun around.
"Hi Harry-"
"Fancy meeting-"
"You here-"
"Of all things-"
"Whilst our fathers-"
"Verbally spar-"
"Once again!" Harry grinned at his two friends, Kyra in a yellow sundress, Kira in pink, their sandy-brown hair cascading on their shoulders, bright blue eyes full of mischief. They were half-werewolf, but they were the nicest girls you could ever meet. Kyra walked over to Fawkes to pet her, when all of a sudden, Star, Kira's owl flew in and the flaming bird didn't seem to like the intruder. They soon began flying across the room at break-neck speed.
"Catch them!" shouted Harry running around the room, trying to prevent the flying trouble-makers from breaking anyone of Dumbledore's possessions. Star flew past an odd looking silver contraption and it flew open, covering them all in silver dust. There was a familiar pulling motion and all went dark.