Disclaimer: Harry Potter—not mine. Draco Malfoy—I wish he were mine. My main character—all mine! The plot—mine, although I'm not sure why anyone would want to steal it.
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Midnight Predator Prologue
Magic. I never did like my magic. It completely changed my life. My mother was left by herself supporting two children by two different men. My pompous pureblood grandparents disowned her, their very own flesh-and-blood, because she fell in love with a Muggle, my sister's father. He left his eight months pregnant wife, my mother, after realizing she was a witch. Mother later married a proper wizard, my father, and a pureblood at that. However, he had delusions of grandeur and lived and died a Death Eater. I was seven when he perished.
We lived alone, just my mother, my sister, and me. My sister, Adela, was four years my elder and cared for me better than the woman who gave birth to me. My broken mother died of heartbreak when I was twelve, not half way through the torture that was my school. I thought I too would die of loneliness and hopelessness. But I made it though those impossible times with Adela's support.
Just the mere thought of magic had always scared me senseless. But not everything stays the same forever. When Adela died when soon after my fourteenth birthday, I saw no reason to keep myself afloat in these dark currents. Who caused her death? I'm not really sure, even to this day. But death by Aurors, death by Death Eaters, did it really make a difference? I was alone in a life I could not stand.
Well, I overcame my fear of witchcraft in fourth year—just for Adela. I put up with my school, Durmstang, but it didn't stop me from hating everyone, hating my life, angry at the world. I met others like me, others who loathed this freakish world with a passion that surpassed mine. They were the shunned ones, the power-hungry, the Machiavelli's of this age. Many called them Death Eaters or dark wizards, but they did not swear allegiance to anything but money.
Those who know my story call me a hypocrite. 'Death Eaters killed your sister and now you're one of them!' No, I am not a Death Eater. They are nothing to me. They grovel at the feet of a walking dead man. I am above them.
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Author's Notes: Yes, this prologue is very dark, but so is the main character's past. The rest of the story will be a bit lighter and written in third person. Fic title is also the name of a book written by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. I highly recommend all of her books.
Review please!
OK, for those of you who read this when I first posted it, you'll notice it changed. Quite a bit. One of my friends got a hold of this story and went crazy beta-ing it. So, the prologue's different and I may make a few changes in future chapters, but nothing major.
To my loverly reviewers for the prologue:
To Hermione-Personality: What? Don't you remember the assassin girl from CoS? Third chapter, page 105, second paragraph, fifth sentence? (To everybody: Ummm…I'm kidding by the way. Don't flame me b/c you were foolish enough to look.)
To greysnyper: I'm glad you read mine too!
To AtomicLevel27: You? Dark? Wow I never would have guessed! Added to say: You change your pen name far too much. I was wondering why I was getting updates from 'Queen of the Crows' and 'Angel of Music89' and all that stuff. You confused me…
Now I shall go. Adios mis amigos!