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Prologue: The Silent Violinist of King's Cross, Invoker of the Heart's Emotion.
-An eerie and tense calm loomed over the British wizarding community. Despite the guilded mask the ministry and any involved in said institute wore, no witch, wizard, or perceptive untrained young mage could ignore the tension lying heavy in the air like a post-rain fog.
"You can cut the tension with a cutting curse" murmured a man undeniably whose handsome aristocratic features were set into forced stoicism. He was tall and pale in every way; long pale platinum blond fell just past his shoulders, skin an English noble's porcelain, and clad in black work robes that served to highlight his pale features. The man turned stormy eyes to the enchanted paper in hand, it bore disconcerting news. In bold black it read:
The Girl-Who-Lived, Confirmed to be Missing
By: Rita Skeeter
Today, Minister Cornelius Fudge answers the question we, of the magic community, have been asking ourselves for nearly a year and a half. With great reluctance and sorrow, he concedes: "She is nowhere to be found in any location known to us. Her lacking presence at her relatives' home serves to confirm the widespread rumor branched from an anonymous source." he states his next words in grim finality, "The Girl-Who-Lived is missing."
This Reporter prodded the Minister of Magic about the current course of action to this tragic news to no avail, implying a certain passivity.
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy knows well rumor spreads like a wildfire in their close-knit community. This, he long decided, was a hit to the morale of the whole. Going by the suffocating atmosphere, he is not wrong in assuming so, therefore not making an arse of himself (As much as he'd protest this fact, he does it quite a lot).
Heather Jaclyn Potter is a mystery to wizarding Britain, save her name, birthdate and the like. No one truly knows what she looks like; some say she has her mother's ruby hair and some her father's unruly raven, some say she is a young upcoming beauty, others whom he suspected to be jealously vain contended the child was a homely thing at best.
Infact, Daedalus Diggle claims to not only have seen the girl, but shook her hand if that is to be believed. "She is quite cute, ordinary looking, but no less exciting to meet, I say," his words were only fuel to the fire of speculation, "she may grow into herself quite rightly, she is only a fledgling, yet folks."
Lucius pitties the young one for he, like countless others, know nothing of her beyond ministry records (he is not yet desperate enough to turn to muggle papers). She would not lead an easy life if found, that much is sure.
He folded The Daily Prophet, neatly folding it and stashing it away in a pocket of his expensive fur-lined trench coat, then stood noting the sky's appearance. Nearly 7:30 PM. About time for the train from France should be arriving soon, with his wife and son on board.
He stood at the platform, waiting for the steam engine to arrive. Then, the sound of someone (or something) bowing the strings of a violin echo off the walls and ceiling of the mostly desolate station, sparsely populated by a few stragglers such as himself and the violinist.
Another recent development. In both muggle and magical papers, about a year and a half prior, something of an urban legend was born of rumor. Eye-witness accounts spoke of a young street musician with a violin that could evoke emotion from even the most stoic and hard-hearted of men.
She is dubbed Melody, the mysterious musician of King's Cross.
Lucius vaguely wondered if this anonymous Melody and the disappearance of the Potter girl are in anyway related...
Reports say she (the only thing anyone is sure of) is a young girl, most notable for her unnaturally bright and soulful eyes of emerald green. Infact, one magical eye-witness compared the color to that of the light produced by killing curse, he or she having been unlucky enough to witness said curse in action).
Even less is known of the publically named Melody. Her relative age, gender and eye color is all that is given. Some say the girl had short sheared raven hair, that shined red in and at the right light and angle.
The haunting song washed over the regal looking man, halting any and all thought process. The overwhelming feeling of heart-wrenching loneliness caused his chest to ache with longing, bringing unbidden tears to his eyes. Yet, the undertone of bittersweet freedom, laced throughout with silent inner strength allowed him to dam all but one tear from making its journey down his face.
The last note danced eerily in the still air, singing of tremulous hope for the future, then faded into nonexistence. He was left with a lingering heaviness in his chest.
Lucius never thought he could miss his small family so much. Then the whistle of an incoming train broke the silence, anticipation rising in him.
The lingering weight, near completely evanesced as he hugged his wife and child close to his side, both of which were pleasantly surprised at the newfound affection the senior Malfoy showed them.
Lucius has had for years what the lonely violinist has not...a family.
The Malfoy patriarch lead his family to a brick support pillar where a small hooded figure in red, black, and white crouched over an instrument case filled with freely given tokens of praise from her audience. From the amount, she had drawn quite a crowd today. At the moment, he observed, she was amassing the coins and paper bills and putting it all the large black messenger bag across her body.