Four people sat in a very large, grand room. They were all seated in high backed chairs, facing a slowly simmering fire. It must have been late at night or early morning, because the sky outside was pitch black as it only is at those two moments. The room that the four congregated in was inside a very large, beautiful house, although there was nothing homey about it. Passerby often stated that although the house was in market condition (and probably would have fetched more than the Queen's palace), it had the feel of abandonment to it. No one was ever seen coming or going from the house. But what the average passerby didn't know was that it belonged to a family of very rich, very powerful wizards. And at that very moment, one of the most feared and mighty wizards of all time was gracing the house with his presence.
The gathering inside was not a happy one. The two people towards the right of the hearth had long blonde hair, pale, pointed faces, and a look of terror in their blue-grey eyes. The man, if you could call him that, facing them, was pale also, but different in every other way. His eyes were narrow like a cats, and pupils a vivid, blood red. He alone knew why these strange transformations were brought upon his otherwise healthy body. His features were slightly distorted, and his dark brown hair had streaks of silver in it.
The woman next to him had a set of robes pulled tight over her face. There was hardly any bit you could see of her except her long, lustrous hair, and her penetrating brown eyes that stared out from under her hood. She seemed to be neither frightened, nor in command, as the red eyed wizard was.
"You know how much I had hoped to have a son, Lucius," said the red eyed wizard in a high, cold voice. There was fury lining every syllable that he spoke.
'Y—yes, my Lord," the man called Lucius stammered.
"However," the Dark Lord turned menacingly to the woman beside him, "a complication has arisen."
"We live to serve you my Lord, any way we can—"
"Silence!" The Dark Lord spat. "I do not wish to hear what you might do for me at this moment." The blonde haired Lucius fell immediately silent.
"The woman that I have taken to bear my children," the Dark Lord stated, "has not given me a son, an heir. She carries a female fetus inside her." The blonde haired woman at Lucius's side gave a gasp, and sent a furtive glance down to the other woman's slightly bulging stomach, and then sent a protective hand down to cover her own abdomen, which was protruding slightly.
"I know for a fact that your wife is pregnant with a boy." Words seemed to escape both Lucius and his wife, because neither of them replied. Then, slowly, the blonde woman opened her mouth to speak.
"Surely, a daughter would be just as well of an heir, if brought up correctly?" The woman said hurriedly. "Or you will surely have another child my Lord, a son, there wouldn't be a need to take—" The Dark Lord gave her a glare, and she quieted at once.
"I am not asking to take your son away from you, Narcissa." He spoke condescendingly to her. "Although, if I had, you would gladly give him to your master, would you not?" Narcissa did not speak, but lowered her head. Lucius, however, spoke to cover up her silence.
"Of course, my Lord." Lucius only answered this way because he was sure that it was not what the Dark Lord had come to ask. The Dark Lord nodded, and then gestured to the dark haired woman on the right.
"She has convinced me that although the daughter will never be an heir, she might in other ways be useful when she is grown. For now, however, my unborn daughter will serve the purpose of binding you family to me, Lucius. One day, our children shall marry." Lucius was astounded. Narcissa spoke again first.
"Wh—what an honor my Lord." She said. She was just grateful that it was all the Dark Lord wanted. It would put their family on a level with the Dark Lord that no one else would be able to claim; a nobility that put them above the rest.
The dark haired woman had not spoken the whole time, and no emotion on her face betrayed her.
"Delphina knows what will happen if she is unsuccessful on her second attempt to produce a son." The Dark Lord did not even spare a glance for the woman who was carrying his child. She was not his wife, and he had no love lost for her. She was a means to an end.
"When…shall they join?" Lucius asked, eager to please his master.
"They shall marry after eighteen years have passed, and my rule is established. My daughter will bring me honor, your son shall bring you glory. It is decided."
I know it's really short…but it is a prologue after all. Forewarning: most of my story will not be compliant with what J.K. Rowling has written. Obviously.
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