The child slinked across the darkness, wand in hand, across the streets of Paris. The revolt was in full swing... Muggles were dissappering
And so, they started attacking and killing all strange people. Children too... But that was of no concern to her. She was being hunted and all she wanted to do was evade and live. Her name was Merlin and she was the last rebellious child of Salazar Slytherin.
Though if anyone called her a Slytherin, they would die in excruiating pain. She was a master of the cruciatus curse. And had been working to modify the spell..
The noise came as she was slinking across a dark alley... And then came sorrow and pain... She could feel them... The dementors, even before the dark trail came spiralling down towards the alley... Her father had made her watch as they kissed her two sister. She was only six...
She waited for all of them to come near and then...
Expecto Patronum...
The pheonix emerged from her wand and went after the dementors chasing her away. Just the last went away, she collapsed... The wand falling out of her hand... She struggled to her feet and picked up her wand, only to sit down again, as the strain made her dizzy.
It wasn't long before doors opened and a group of muggles emerged. Some had swords, others shields and crude axes and clubs. But they were all out to get her. In this city, there was no love lost between muggles and the wizards. To them, she was just another of the magi... A devil's child, out to get them.
And who could blame them. The dark wizards had started a reign of terror in the continent... They were doing as they pleased, killing, maiming, raping and enslaving muggles and wizards alike.. Only, the muggles were the worst affected.
The band slowly advanced... She turned to both ends and saw that both had been blocked while she was dizzy... And she didn't know how to apparate... Not that her father would have taught her. Besides, her father's forces could trace her if she did... She had no choice but to fight...
She winced in suprise as a arrow fell just before her. Smart. She had to give them that... They might not be magic, but a arrow to the chest was lilely to kill her.
'Protego!' A shield of light surrounded her as dozens of arrows fell. She waited for the last to fall before reacting.
She twirled her wand to one side and shot off a dozen stunning spells in succession, hitting all of them straight near their centre. She then twirled it to the other and sent a score of stunning spells towards the rest, hitting them as well.
It was all over in seconds but she could feel herself slipping... And she was fighting mere muggles. She needed rest and food. But she couldn't have any, not yet. So she tugged her tunic around her and started walking... Stopping to relieve the stunned muggles of whatever coins they had...