Title: Shine of a Ruby
Disclaimer: This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling, who is not the same as Sparks, i.e. me
Author: Sparks (the-sparky-scribblings)
Rating: PG-13/Fiction T
Summary: Life is never easy. Especially when your little brother defeated the most powerful Dark wizard in history. And you're also dealing with growing up, singlehandedly raising said younger brother, and trying to keep track of your love life which may or may not exist.
A/N: This is not Fem!Harry. This is a revamp of a story I posted before which went down the drain after Chapter 1. I hope you enjoy this better version. I'm not JK Rowling, so I don't own HP.
Lights, camera, ACTION!
Prologue
The lioness paced, hidden by the trees, her sharp claws dragging grooves in the soft ground. She let out a soft growl, rolling it in her throat. Lost in her own, surprisingly human thoughts, the sound of hooves jolted her back to reality. She looked up just in time to see a young deer, a fawn, disappearing behind a tree.
She stared at the place it ran from, for a while. She did not kill fawns, or any deer, even when she was starving. But tonight, the night of October 30, 1993, she had other things on her mind, other prey to hunt.
A story replayed itself in her head, one her mother had told her, from her fairytale book, when she was very small. It was about a rat that had helped a lion.
If, at that moment, she was a human, she would have laughed. A loud, mirthless, sarcastic laugh filled with anger, vengeance and irony. And then, perhaps, she would have cried, cried for the fallen warriors, but then, she never cried. But she knew one very important thing.
Rats never helped lions. They never helped anyone or anything for that matter. Rats only "helped" people who bribed them well. Evil creatures, rats. The rat in question had broken out of prison, the very prison she freed her godfather, the loyal black dog, from. And she would hunt him down and take revenge.
The first rays of dawn broke over the hill, and she realised with a start that she had stayed out all night. She slowly made her way back to the ruins of the mansion her ancestors had called home.
The lioness morphed into a tall girl in her early twenties, with short, choppy, wild dark hair and hazel eyes.
The girl walked inside, her footsteps making no noise. Today marked her parents' twelfth death anniversary. Today, she would seek vengeance.
And that's a wrap! This scene, actually, has nothing to do with the real story. It's just sort of setting the mood for the whole thing. Chapter Two (the real chapter one) will be up as soon as I finish writing it.
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