The Scent of Rain
Prologue
Heads turned slowly as eyes dropped to the floor and tears flew steadily down cheeks. Had the world become so fickle with the King and Queen's death? "It smells of rain…I miss her Rodolphus! How could he betray them so easily! Tom how could the entire world turn against us? What has he done?" Her wild sobs are soon muffled by her husband's arms pulling her to him as he rocks with his own sobs.
"I don't know Bell but we'll fix this…the boy he still lives! He may think we are enemies but I will find a way to fix everything. I cannot let that bastard live with what he's done to my brother. I cannot allow him that pleasure…the pleasure to turn my own nephew against me. Perhaps the rain is a sign that we will one day triumph over this bloody fool and…avenge our King and Queen as well as our dear friends and family." A strength surfaces through those assembled as the Aurors that now believe them to be the killers of Lily and James Potter begin attacking the wards on the large stone manner that was slowly burning.
A small female steps forward with short brown hair and man follows holding tightly to her hand. They turn to the curly haired woman who is hardly containing her sobs. Smiling eyes turn to her through the small woman and she begins speaking quickly. "Bell they'll say you tortured us…but we all know you didn't. Be sure that Nev is given to Frank's mother will you? We'll assure that the castle will not be seen until the heir wishes it so. Go…go now and try to lead the Aurors away from here we'll stay. Take Sirius and Peter with you!" The curly haired woman tugs her cousin into her shaking arms and apparates away with him in a vortex of black. Others follow and the two smile softly before opening their magical core and allowing it to sweep over the castle. The walls crumbles against the force before a bright light sweeps over the lands leaving an open plane that would never be touch in its wake. In that moment the last remaining memory of the King and Queen is forever vanished from the Wizarding world until the Heir is of age to take throne.