Into the Sisters' Lair

by True Blackout

Hogwarts Era, Fifth Year. Draco Malfoy is the victim of a series of terrible events, and finds himself thrown headfirst into a world he knows nothing of. Prologue currently up. Warnings: Theme of child abuse.

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. To the best of my knowledge, none of the following ever happened. Other than any original characters, none of the characters herein are my property. This work is a figment of my imagination, and no profit is being reaped as the fruits of my labor. It is not my intention for any copyright infringement to occur.

Warnings: This fic does contain some more emotionally trying themes. Child abuse is a theme. Additionally, religious matters are present, so please do not read this if you would find offense in doing so.

Author's Note: When I attempted to upload Chapter One, the Prologue was deleted and replaced with Chapter One. (It was weird. I had two copies of it . . . ) I type things straight off the paper, so I had to type it up a second time. This may be a bit different from the first go because I change things when I type them up. My apologies. Chapter One is up.

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Into the Sister's Lair

Prologue

It was on that night that the course of numerous lives were changed - whether for better or for worse, it was unknowable. Such a change was of little consequence in the grand scheme of things, for the progression of time could not be altered. The most extensive Time Turner and the most skilled wizard with a great bit of luck on his side could only bring events to match the present or future. Too many had proposed in their naïvety to save the dead from certain fate that they had witnessed with their own unlearned eyes, believing that which was set in stone to be changeable. Alas, time moves as quicksand, and naught may be retrieved from its unforgiving depths.

The day had begun as any other for the Sisters of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. It was a day of workshop and prayer, and congregants from the town had flocked to the church with their children so that the convent's sisters could teach them of the Lord. Thusly, the sisters had found their time quite occupied in entertaining and teaching their young wards. It was after nightfall when the congregants once again retired to their personal homes, and the sisters set to clean-up after that days' services.

The Reverend Mother existed the grounds to dispose of several bags of waste at around ten o'clock that eve, only to come across a blood-chilling sight.