A/N Hey everyone! Welcome to the prologue to Silver and Gold. This is the sequel to Never Turn Back. I highly recommend that you read NTB first, but if you want to be confused, go right ahead, it's no skin off my nose.
For those of you returning: THANK YOU!!! I'm looking forward to another good fic. This is the second in this trilogy. It's about the next generation, but I promise I'll write some Ron for you guys. The prologue is really short, and it probably won't make much sense, but on the other hand, did the other one?
Also: MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! (I'm posting this on Christmas Day 2002, for the record) tootles, and have fun with the story.
Silver and Gold
By Harmony Slytherin
Part II of the Emperor's Dagger Trilogy
Prologue:
The Princess
The people of Imperial Parsel were happy. They were happy because the Emperor was happy. He was happy because his daughter was happy. Princess Annabella was happy because of Salazar Slytherin.
He was older than her, but not much older. At seventeen, however, Annabella was considered more than old enough to marry. She didn't know what she liked about Salazar, a tall mysterious man in his twenties with black eyes and black hair, so contrasting to her golden curls and cornflower eyes.
Salazar Slytherin had come into her life about a year ago. Her father had hired him to come during the summer to teach her magic. He had opened a school with three others in Scotland five years ago, but her father would not let her go there. Instead, he made Salazar come to them.
She had thought about him all through the dreary winter months, and when she saw him again in June, her spirits had flown. She was an infatuated teenager. However, Annabella had known better than to give her father any hint. If she did, he would pierce Salazar with his dagger, killing him as he had so many others.
She remembered that day in July when it had happened. They were walking through the gardens surrounding the palace, and Salazar was lecturing on which plants could be used in potions. She didn't pay attention. Her blue eyes were fixed on his face. She didn't remember who had kissed whom, only that they had.
It was October now, and Salazar had left her and returned to Hogwarts in Scotland, but he would return. He HAD to. They had to get married, or her father would kill them both.
Princess Annabella of Imperial Parsel was carrying the son of Salazar Slytherin. Little did Princess Annabella of Imperial Parsel know; Salazar Slytherin was already married.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A young boy sat up, shaking to remind himself that he was safe in his bed. The boy was four years old, with auburn hair and dark brown eyes.
He leapt out of bed and tore out of his room and to his mother's door. He flew into her room, and shook her awake. He had had another dream about the Emperor and the princess. That meant the bad man was coming. They had to leave.
His mother grabbed the bare necessities, then flew from the house. Just in time, the boy knew, because behind he could see the dark people attacking the tiny house. The boy started to cry. This meant they had to move away, and change their names again.
The boy's real name was Charlie, and his mother's name was Grace. They had barely escaped the fear that had haunted them across the globe for the last four years.
For those of you returning: THANK YOU!!! I'm looking forward to another good fic. This is the second in this trilogy. It's about the next generation, but I promise I'll write some Ron for you guys. The prologue is really short, and it probably won't make much sense, but on the other hand, did the other one?
Also: MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! (I'm posting this on Christmas Day 2002, for the record) tootles, and have fun with the story.
Silver and Gold
By Harmony Slytherin
Part II of the Emperor's Dagger Trilogy
Prologue:
The Princess
The people of Imperial Parsel were happy. They were happy because the Emperor was happy. He was happy because his daughter was happy. Princess Annabella was happy because of Salazar Slytherin.
He was older than her, but not much older. At seventeen, however, Annabella was considered more than old enough to marry. She didn't know what she liked about Salazar, a tall mysterious man in his twenties with black eyes and black hair, so contrasting to her golden curls and cornflower eyes.
Salazar Slytherin had come into her life about a year ago. Her father had hired him to come during the summer to teach her magic. He had opened a school with three others in Scotland five years ago, but her father would not let her go there. Instead, he made Salazar come to them.
She had thought about him all through the dreary winter months, and when she saw him again in June, her spirits had flown. She was an infatuated teenager. However, Annabella had known better than to give her father any hint. If she did, he would pierce Salazar with his dagger, killing him as he had so many others.
She remembered that day in July when it had happened. They were walking through the gardens surrounding the palace, and Salazar was lecturing on which plants could be used in potions. She didn't pay attention. Her blue eyes were fixed on his face. She didn't remember who had kissed whom, only that they had.
It was October now, and Salazar had left her and returned to Hogwarts in Scotland, but he would return. He HAD to. They had to get married, or her father would kill them both.
Princess Annabella of Imperial Parsel was carrying the son of Salazar Slytherin. Little did Princess Annabella of Imperial Parsel know; Salazar Slytherin was already married.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A young boy sat up, shaking to remind himself that he was safe in his bed. The boy was four years old, with auburn hair and dark brown eyes.
He leapt out of bed and tore out of his room and to his mother's door. He flew into her room, and shook her awake. He had had another dream about the Emperor and the princess. That meant the bad man was coming. They had to leave.
His mother grabbed the bare necessities, then flew from the house. Just in time, the boy knew, because behind he could see the dark people attacking the tiny house. The boy started to cry. This meant they had to move away, and change their names again.
The boy's real name was Charlie, and his mother's name was Grace. They had barely escaped the fear that had haunted them across the globe for the last four years.