Prequel by Syriana
Chapter 1: Waking up11-year-old Lily Evans woke from a deep slumber to the sound of seagulls being omitted from her alarm clock. She stretched out, disturbing the sleep of her three cats, Phantom, Angel, and Smokey who lay in a ball at the foot of her bed. She lay still for a while, until her instincts told her to get up. She dressed in a light blue halter-top and a long blue skirt, and ripped the expired page off of her calendar. She did not even glance at the date; Instead, she headed into the bathroom and turned on the sink. She allowed the cool water to pool in the bottom of the deep sink. She then extended her hand out over the water, and a small stream of water flowed into her hand and curled into a ball. She flipped her hand palm up, and manipulated the water into all different shapes and before splashing it on her face. She thought that she would never understand this power; but did not know that destiny awaited her when she boarded the Hogwarts Express…
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11-year old Teresa Malfoy woke to the usual September 1st chaos. She looked around the room, which she had redecorated from the original silver and green to forest-y hues of gold, green and brown. She stepped out of bed and brushed out her long, dark brown hair (A/N: yes, I know, the chorus is coming, "but the Malfoys have Blonde hair, not BROWN!" but that is just another way to set Teresa away from her family.) She pinned a yellow lily into her hair to hold it back, and dressed in dark green pants and a green top hemmed with gold, and slipped into her sneakers. She crossed the room to her tree and waved a hand over it effortlessly, and watched an apple grow on one of its small but sturdy branches. When the apple had fully grown, she plucked it off the branch and ate it. Just as she finished it off, her mother, Isabelle Malfoy, came bursting into the room.
"Teresa, I know how much you love that plant. So here!" Isabelle tapped it with her wand, and it shrunk so it was small enough to hold in the palm of her hand. Teresa smirked and put the miniature plant in her pocket.
"She is only being nice to me because she expects that I will be one of the dark mages," Teresa thought, "Well she has another thing coming," with that thought, she headed out the door to the car to travel to Kings Cross Station.
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Ahlia Potter smiled wickedly at the thought of her twin brother, James. They had both woke up at dawn, to practice their own brand of magic, in a word, an elemental duel. Ahlia and James had both been training themselves, Ahlia before the fireplace in her bedroom, James already in the Room of the Elements, practicing on the pools of water there. Fire and water may not be the best of friends, but Ahlia and James, as complete elemental opposites, learned to live with each other, and were closer than any pair of twins in the world. Ahlia formed one final phoenix from the fire and ordered it to spit flames, and it did. Ahlia, pleased with the ability to control the phoenixes better than before, set off to the Room of the Elements after ordering the phoenix back into the fire. As soon as Ahlia shut the door, Fire sprang from the floor, around her platform. James was already on the other side of the room, Smirking.
"You can move first, little sis," James said, and his smirk changed to a grin.
"You let 30 seconds get to your head, big bro," Ahlia retorted. With that said, she turned to the fire shooting up in towers around her and formed two phoenixes, both of whom flew gracefully once around the room, and landed on the pools of water. Instead of being extinguished, the heat of the fire began evaporating the water they sat upon. James stared, amazed by this new trick his sister had learned, before regaining his senses and creating a wave in each pool that washed over the phoenixes and extinguished them.
"Neat little trick there, sis," James said, as he watched Ahlia form two more phoenixes who, instead of flying around the room, came to rest one on each of his sister's shoulders. James had always wondered how Ahlia could be touched by fire and not be burned, but did not have the time to wonder now. He quickly took the offensive, and manipulated the water into a stream that headed straight for Ahlia. His sister quickly manipulated the fire on her side into a stream of her own, and yelled the order that the phoenixes to spit flames. Both complied, doubling the strength of her blast, pushing back the water to James' hands. When the fire touched his hands, he was burned and called the duel to an end. Ahlia had won their little duel. The phoenixes dove back into the streams of fire, which had slowly started weakening, and were extinguished. The pools were filled again with the water that had been evaporated. Ahlia ran to James' side and asked,
"Did I hurt you?"
"Just a little, Lia, but I guess I deserve it for challenging such a strong fire mage," he said, winking. She laughed and said,
"Lets get you to mum. She'll heal those right away,"
Just as Ahlia finished that sentence, their mother, Adrianna Potter, burst into the room, her blue eyes flashing.
"You two have been dueling again, haven't you," Ahlia's eyes flashed too, the same shade as her mother's.
"So what if we have?" Ahlia asked, in the same tone as her mother's. "You can't expect mages to become good at what they do without practice. Besides, James needs you to heal his hands. He underestimated my power, " she said, smirking. Adrianna sighed and tapped each of her son's hands with her wand.
"Just get dressed. Today is the first day of Hogwarts for you two," Ahlia ran out the door to her room, her blonde hair streaming behind her. James followed behind her, running a hand through his already messy hair. Ahlia dressed in an orange asymmetrical skirt which fell at different lengths around her legs, falling to mid-calf on her left leg, and mid-thigh on her right, with yellow detail on the edges, and a yellow halter top with an orange detail on the bottom, and slipped her bangles over her arm and her armband up to a little below her shoulder. She brushed back her blonde hair. James on the other hand, put on the first thing he got his hands on, which happened to be a pair of jeans and a blue button-down shirt. He rumpled his hair instead of brushing it, and headed downstairs, grabbing his blue sneakers as he went. Today was going to be a long day.
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Rachel Martin woke up at 10:15 am and looked over to her sister, who was still sleeping. She smiled maliciously and waved her hands and a strong wind threw the covers off her sister's small frame. The younger version of Rachel glared at her when Rachel said,
"Good morning, Meghan, my darling little sister," Meghan continued to glare and said,
"Good morning, Rachel. You know it is your first day of school for you,"
Rachel jumped and ran to get dressed. She put on her favorite white pants and white, green, and blue striped halter top and rushed downstairs, grabbing a breakfast cereal bar and rushing out the door to walk the 30 minute walk to Kings Cross station, her luggage, magically shrunk by her mother, a muggle-born witch in her pocket. She sighed, and was absorbed in her own thoughts until Kings Cross was in sight. "Well, my life starts now," she thought before setting up her mental barriers. No one would know what she was thinking. Not a soul. Ever.
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A/N: ok, I am not doing Sirius', Remus' and Peter's mornings, simply because they are rather uneventful besides a wish of good luck from Remus' and Peter's parents, and a reminder not to come back over the holiday's from Sirius'. Next chapter: the mages meet. Exited? The sub-plot of the mages, I admit, is a little confusing, but it'll all clear up over time, I promise!