Chapter One: A morning of mourning
Chapter One: A morning of mourning
April 16, 1931
In a dreadful storm, far below the cloud's in the Wizarding World…a funeral was taken place. One of the most powerful families in witch and wizard history, had lost someone dearly. Gathered around was the Hale family. Noble, filthy rich and secretive. Each Hale has a secret, one darker than the next's. These "secrets" is the reason why there was desceased lying in coffins.
The head priest of the Church in which the Hales worship in, read his scrolls that promised eternal life to the dead.
' Utter rubbish', thought a young girl at the head of the crowd.
Annette Hale, unfortunaetly the dear daughter of her dead parents. The words being described through the priest's voice taunted her, saying they were "in a far better place". Better place? Had she done something wrong for her parents, leading them to abandon her in such a world?
"Annette, are you okay my dear?" asked her Aunt Juiliana. Sweet Aunt of Annette, she was about the only person in the Hales who understod her pain, unlike the rest of the ungreatful clan.
"Yes Aunt Juiliana" Annette sniffled. Her short chestnut hair hung over her face as the rain tangled her hair, impossible to comb out.
"God rest their souls" the priest concluded.
At once all the Hales paid their last respects and walked quietly away, leaving the Muggle world behind. All except little Annette and her Aunt.
The little girl walked her way up to the coffins staring at the cold dark marble. The silver linning of the handle tempted her to open and see…see just what exactly her parents look after their death. Slowly, her hand curved on the latch, eyes tearing so much at what exactly what she was going to see.
"Annette, not now" her Aunt said gently grabbing her hand.
" W-what's going to happen to me now, Aunt Juiliana?" she asked.
" I'll exaplin to you later, my dear. But first, let us now leave this place" Juiliana replied.
Just like that, Annette left her parents, home, and happy future behind. No longer was she a rich Hale living lifestyles anyone would envy for. But a life with her Aunt working at England's orphange.
" Ah here we are Annette" Juiliana said taking out a small key.
The building was tall and large inside, bigger than her home mansion. But more gloomy, much like the graveyard were her parent's bones rested. The spiral staircase, looked like it would never end. Maybe, she thought, if she went all the way to the top, she could possibly reach heaven.
"Wow, it is very big" Annette said astonished.
"Ah, yes it is deary. Don't worry. Such a place like this could always be cheery inside" Juiliana smiled weakly.
" Of course, Aunt Juiliana because most of all I'm with you" Annette smiled back.
" You are much more flattering like your mother" the Aunt chuckled.
' Like mama? Mama, was always so kind. But..why did she never understand me? Why? You to papa. You thought of it as some joke and an everyday part of life. No, couldn't you see?? It was nothing but a horrible Hale curse!'Annette thought angrily.
"Annette?" asked Juiliana.
Annette's eyes widened. "Y-yes. I am glad to know I have traits of my beloved mother" she smiled nervously.
" You will have someone to play with while your hear and before you begin Hogwarts, then there you will make many friends!" Juiliana smiled happily.
Oh yes Hogwarts the school were everyone will judge her. Ah yes that's exactly were Annette wanted to go. " I don't want to go to Hogwarts" she said before she could realize she had just said that.
Aunt Juiliana's eyebrows frowned. "Utter nonsense Annette. You must attend Hogwarts to become a witch you are and learn to cast spells, mix potions, etc.!".
"But I'm not even a witch" she whispered under her breath.
Higher into the tower, Annette piered out the window at the small apartments that surrounded the long street. Seemed creepy as the orphange was the only big thing there. Was there more kids inside than besides her?
"Ah yes, here is his room. I'm sure you will both become lovely friends" her Aunt said opening the door.
A cold breeze passed through Annette's hair and below her knees. How cold it was.
"Annette…" Juiliana introduced looking at a small boy in the corner.
"….this is Tom Marvolo Riddle".