I used to be a triplet. I say used to be, because I'm not anymore. One is dead, one is gone, and one is me. There was me, Remus John, and my two sisters, Emma Joelle and Keely Jane. We were inseparable, even though I was a boy and they were girls. Kids used to make fun of me, even before my lycranthopy, because I hung out with two girls.
Keely and Emma stuck by me after I was bitten. When the rest of our village shunned us, and even my parents became slightly ashamed, my sisters didn't. Emma had told me, 'Look, Remus. Greyback was out for revenge. It could have been Keely or me he targeted. This just shows that God chose the strongest of us. We're not ashamed of you. We're proud."
At six, I hadn't really understood, but Emma had been unnaturally deep for a child. Even my Mum and Dad had trouble understanding her sometimes. My Dad's sister, Aunt Jane, suspected that Emma was a Seer. Mum and Dad would just laugh it off though. Mum was a muggle, and Dad was a Squib, so neither was very comfortable with magic. That made my condition even harder.
Emma predicted the tragedy two weeks before it happened. I can remember it clearly, seeing as how I was the only one there. Keely was out getting a new pair of shoes with Mum and Dad was at work. Emma and I were playing in the backyard together. It was tag, and I was it.
Emma was shorter than me, by a lot, but she was still quite fast. And she was very good at creating obstacles for me to dodge, like running between tress. I had been chasing her for almost ten minutes when she stopped right in her tracks, and I ran right into her, knocking her to the ground.
" Got you!" I had exclaimed, getting off her and helping her up. Emma didn't accept my hand though, and began speaking, in a scratchy voice very much not her own. " Tragedy will strike the wolfin family. Ties will be broken, family will be lost, and worlds will be destroyed…"
Emma had fallen out of her trance then, but I was freaked out. I was even more freaked out when Emma asked what was wrong. I just stammered nothing and let it go, figuring it was a joke or something, though jokes were more of Keely's forte.
Two weeks later, the tragedy struck, and my life was changed forever. I used to be a triplet. I'm not anymore.
AN: This is just a really short prologue. I'd appreciate reviews. The next chapter will hopefully be longer. Thanks for reading. ;-)