Disclaimer- New characters are mine, but NOT HARRY POTTER!

Chapter One

A girl around sixteen was running frantically down a narrow alleyway, tears streaming down her bloodied cheeks and onto her ripped, mud-caked cloak. They were getting closer. She could hear their inhuman cries pierce the blackness of the night.

Far behind the girl, a voice ran through the darkness.

"Chaselle!" it croaked. "There is no point in running from something that is to be your fate!"

The girl Chaselle shot a look of fear over her shoulder. She couldn't let them catch her. She wouldn't. Tears stung her eyes as they threatened to fall once more down her raw, pale cheeks. What was she going to do? Where was she going to hide? Chaselle desperately searched around her for any place she could use to hide. Suddenly a young boy caught her eye. He was crouched down behind a group of old boxes. He was ushering her towards him, his eyes fixed with her own. Something about his eyes made Chaselle knew that he couldn't be trusted, yet she didn't know what. She ran over to the boy with no hesitant thought, crouched low down and held her breath.

"Chaselle!" called the distant croak. "Chaselle!"

She covered her ears, desperately trying to ignore the creature's voice.

"You'll be safe here," the boy whispered.

His determined gaze strengthened his words.

A long silence dragged through the shadows, only heightening Chaselle's growing fear. Then something happened. It started with a cold breath of air, then it grew into an icy blast that seeped into her limbs, freezing on contact. With it came a rattle. No ordinary rattle. One that sounded like it belonged to the very depths of death.

"They're here," Chaselle muttered, her voice small and meek.

Her ears, though covered, were suddenly filled with deafening cries of terror and helplessness.

Mudbloods, it's time to come and play with us!

They've found us! Go! RUN!

HELP! GET AWAY!

There is no place to hide from ME!

The voices torn at the very centre of Chaselle's heart, filling her entire body, numbing it, and sending her falling, falling into the mists of ice and death.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

A bright light blinded the air and shone against the dense fog, forcing it back into its evil miscontent. The heart- wrenching cries faded into hush, the coldness vanished along with those who brought it.

With a shaky sigh, Chaselle looked around. She could feel herself, shivering violently. Every part of her body seemed to ache like it had just recovered from a nasty bout of the flu. As her eyes fell upon the boy, she saw that he had his wand out-stretched towards a small alleyway.

"Dementors!" he shuddered. "I hate them!"

He put his wand away and glanced down at Chaselle. He gave a warm smile.

"Here," he said, taking off his cloak and draping it carefully over her trembling shoulders.

Chaselle smiled gratefully, bring the cloak closer around her. She looked at the small badge that was upon it. A lion. This boy was a Hogwarts student AND in Gryffindor.

"What's your na-..." she began to ask, but stopped when she saw a flicker of fear enter the boy's brown eyes. "What is it?"

"He's coming," the boy muttered.

A evil shadow seemed to pass over them as they crouched. The boy closed his eyes tight. Something seemed to frighten this boy so much that Chaselle could hear the boy's slow breathing become quick, shaky gasps.

"Oh Sirius!" whispered a malevolent voice. "Do come out to play!"

"No!" the boy mumbled under his breath.

"You must come out or your pretty flower will DIE!" the voice said, saying the word 'DIE' very clearly.

Sirius opened his eyes and glanced fearfully at Chaselle. They filled with anger as he glanced towards the shadow.

"Stay away from her!" Sirius shouted, keeping his gaze unmoved.

A demonic laughter filled the icy air.

"Gryffindor bravery!" it spat. "Even THAT will not keep her from dying by my hand!"

"It might!" Sirius replied, the anger and fear fading from his eyes and being replaced by a grin upon his lips. "Yet one small thing can bring about a catastrophic difference that YOU cannot stop."

What were these words?

Chaselle gaped in awe at Sirius. For someone who seemed so young, he spoke with words that only someone with wisdom beyond their years.

"Nothing will change this fate!" the voice whispered icily.

Sirius swung round and saw the shadow appearing behind Chaselle.

"No!" he cried. "NO!"

Blackness engulfed Sirius and he was left with the demonic laughter as he woke suddenly in a bed faraway.

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