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Prologue: An Extraordinary Child

Outside the earth was kissed by the sun. Wrapped by it's warm embrace with not a cloud to hold it back. Nothing the to obscure the rays of molten gold from greeting the expectant land and it occupants below it on this hot July day.

But when one entered the lonely manor on the even lonelier hill surrounded by flat terrain, thoughts of sunshine and sunkissed lands where immediately dispelled. Stepping through that doorway was like stepping into another world, but not a world of enchanting princess' and noble queens as one likes to imagine at a young and tender age when exploring a particularly large coat closet or abandoned tree house, but a world of eerie silence and gloom.

A long time spent in the gloomy manor of ancient and intimidating dark beauty would make sunlight an alien concept to one.

Indeed, there was nothing embracing about this manor of murk however inviting its surrounding were that day. Not that day. Not ever.

The occupants of the manor where much the same. A stern and steady wizard husband and witch wife, (as only this was considered to them proper), of what would be much beauty had it not been encased in ice. The ice began to enclose their hearts at an early age, making them cold unfeeling creatures. It slowly enclosed their entire being until it wasn't just a barrier, but a coffin killing and consuming them until they were reduced simply to talking walking breathing statues. Unable to love, unable to feel, unable to embrace, and with it all unable to truly live.

The couple where parents of a single five year old son. People of such nature are not good for living growing things and therefore they were not good for there son.

The son was a strange boy with his wide sapphire almost purple luminous eyes, dark shock of the blackest hair imaginable, and skin of cream as one would expect him to be with such an unnatural surrounding about him, but it was only one of many things that made him strange and unusual. One more such thing would be revealed for those who were there to bare witness on his fifth birthday that day.

Entering the manor one would never think that a child's birthday party was in action there. There were no colored floating balloons and confetti to be seen strewn on the floor, no high-pitched laughter of children to be heard, and no layers of cake and bowls of sweet chocolates and caramels to be smelled.

What there was to be seen upon entering the manor was a gathering of adult wizards sipping on champagne glass as they all stood as if there were sticks up there spines acting

'respectably'. All isolated even among the 'gathering' and all seeping of self pride. None had yet learned that pride was a lonely road.

There was the usual gathering consisting of the Goyles, Malfoys, McNairs, Avery's, and all the other constituents of the Zabini family. The Zabini's saw their sons birthday as not a celebration of their sons birth, but as an outlet for the social gathering of all the most important and respectable people of the wizarding world so that the Zabini's could flaunt their wealth, network with the right people, and display their respectableness, their loyalty to all like-minded purebloods of the wizarding world.

It was a fact that they had not seen their son all day, be it his birthday or not, and at that very moment their son was holed up in the next room with the children of all their constituents.

The room next door was strewn with ostentatious toys and child things that were unbefitting to its gloom. It was equally strewn with quiet children who did not know how to behave like children. In the midst of them was the birthday boy, Blaise Zabini.

Blaise sat with an un-child-like stillness and characteristic quietness. Around him the other children were softly bragging about there father's wealth and the toys they had newly acquired from there parents. Blaise alone did not brag. He did not brag because he felt that he had nothing to brag of. He felt he had nothing to brag of because he had known his Aunt Belle and knew what she gave and he wanted, but could not get from his own parents.

Speaking of said Aunt, Blaise wondered when she would come visit him. He knew she was here today. Aunt Belle, thankfully, was one of the grown-ups his parents always had come along although she was very different than the others. Blaise knew this from an early age. He knew that Aunt Belle held a warmth about her that the other grown-ups did not and the only reason Aunt Belle was even asked to come to the Zabini's was because she had married Uncle Artius Zabini and Artius definitely was like the other grown-ups. Blaise knew that Aunt Belle was betrothed to him at an early age. He knew that Aunt Belle was tied to this cold existence and community as he was.

Almost on cue Aunt Belle entered the room from the door behind Blaise's back. Quietly she snuck upon the little one and scooped him up into her willowy arms. She swung him around playfully as Blaise giggled and the other children watched with curiosity.

With the presence of this angel of good-tidings and happiness, even amongst gloom, the change in Blaise was as magnificent as it was radical. He looked not of a stern middle-aged wizard trapped in the body of a five year old, but a happy glowing rosy cheeked child.

"Aunt Belle you came to see me," giggled Blaise as his aunt set him down gently in her lap.

"Of course I did! Why wouldn't I on your birthday."

"Mother and Father didn't come to see me," Blaise's tone was in a matter-of-fact nature and the feeling in it was indifferent, yet it caused a shadow to fall of his aunt's face and her green eyes saddened momentarily. He wondered what he did wrong.

"I brought you a present." Aunt Belle revealed a lumpy self-wrapped package from behind her back now gleaming.

"Oooh can I open it now?"

"Of course you may." Now all the children in the room were staring at the pair curiously. This was a grown-up and a child after all. Why was he interrupting her continuously? Why would she swing him like that? Why wasn't she angry that the little boy was sitting in her lap and wrinkling her dress?

Carefully Blaise proceeded to unwrap the present. First untying the bow and then searching for the pieces of tape to undo until finally setting the wrapping paper in a whole neat piece besides him, just as his parents had taught him to do revealing a stuffed dragon. Blaise's first stuffed toy ever. The dragon was realistic, although much tamer looking then the real thing and to Blaise's delight much more huggable also. When he did hug it endearing it let out puffs of imitation fire. Blaise was delighted.

"Thank you thank you thank you Aunt Belle!! It's my farvoritest toy ever!!" He wrapped to chubby baby arms around the radiant woman's neck, something he would never dream of doing to his mother.

And then the door of the room ominously creaked upon. While he hugged his aunt endearingly he could see his Uncle Atrius enter the room through the partings in the curtain of his aunts brown hair.

Atrius enter the room sneering jealously at the display before him. "Honestly, Belle. The attention you show that little brat is sickening."

"Atrius," Belle nodded in recognition and Blaise noticed with satisfaction that she didn't greet his uncle anything like she had greeted him.

"Everyone's waiting Belle. No ones seen you with me all day. It's embarrassing Belle. Come with me this instant," Atrius' often spoke in short choppy sentence's with a voice that was steady, but despite the steadiness there was a dangerous glint to his gray moonstone eyes.

Belle bent down and kissed Blaise's cheek whispering good byes in his ear. Submissively, she left and followed after Atrius.

Blaise hung on his stuffed dragon, already completely attached to it and maturely decided that it was better seeing Aunt Belle for whatever short time it was than not seeing her at all.

Wrapped up in his memories of his beloved aunt and scowling over memories of Atrius he didn't not notice sneering Draco Malfoy advance on him like a predator.

"That was your weird Aunt wasn't it?" sneered Draco.

Blaise looked up from his spot on the floor recognizing Draco presence for the first time. "Yes that was my Aunt," he replied with calmness and a distinguishable note of pride.

"My father says that Uncle Atrius should leave your aunt," Draco sneered down at Blaise expecting to see him flare up, but as Blaise had no qualms to the separation of his uncle and aunt and would in fact celebrate if such a thing were to happen he simply looked at his dragon fondly.

Draco was set on getting the reaction he had anticipated. "He says that your aunt isn't anything but a dirty nasty whore."

Blaise did not know what Draco meant my 'whore', but he could here the disgusted edge to Draco's voice and the sharp cruel sound of the word. He knew it wasn't something very nice and his temper began to boil. Simultaneously, clouds began to pop out of no where in the sky outside and these weren't the uncondensed wispy white clouds that barely hold together that one might expect to see on a sunny day. These were gray heavy angry clouds, much like the clouds of anger in Blaise's heart.

Satisfaction is a wonderful feeling that Draco never fully knew, but hunger was. When he saw the twisted torment, anger, and pain in Blaise's face that he had caused he wanted more. "What's this stupid thing she gave you," he snatched up the toy dragon from Blaise's unsuspecting arms. "A stupid stuffed animal I see. Why I could rip this right down the middle if I wanted too. In fact I think I will."

Draco braced his to arms at each of the dragon's ends and prepared to pull when he felt invisible hands tug at the dragon. Bewildered he let go and saw that the dragon shoot straight into Blaise's arms.

That wasn't enough for Blaise though. He wanted Draco to feel the same pain he had.

As Blaise's mood darkened so did the weather outside. The clouds condensed and grayed until it was as gloomy outside as it was in the manor or as gloomy as Blaise's mood.

His hair began to cackle and stood on end, as firm as needles. Then some invisible wind began to twirl it all around in a circle. Working in perfect circles this wind worked unusually and precisely as no wind did.

By now the other children, save Draco and Blaise had pressed themselves against the walls in fear as the wind increased and lighting began to crack within the room. It was as if the children wanted the walls to swallow them whole and take them away from this terrifying place. The smarter children had ran screaming to tell there parents. Draco was rooted to his spot with fear.

Soon the circling wind had engulfed Blaise entirely at his was spinning madly. By that time all the adults had came and watched in amazement.

Suddenly, the wind transferred from Blaise over to Draco and hurled Draco into a wall. He fell whimpering in a twisted tangle.

Blaise looked at him horrified knowing that he had done this. He fell to the ground unusually tiered and looked at the mortified faces around him. The adults looked at him hungrily with awe and the children looked at him as if he was some kind of freak or monster from their nightmares. Desperately, he tried to spot out the one face he knew he could trust, his Aunt Belles.

Instead Lucius Malfoy's face came forward as he stepped deeper into the room than the other adults. He walked towards Draco surveying him and the dent he made in the wall with a curious manner before murmuring some incantations and restoring Draco to his rightful unbent and untangled shape. "My my little Zabini," his voice was like a snakes and Blaise didn't like it at all.

He knew that this was Draco's father, the resemblance was crystalline clear. Surely, he would be angry at Blaise for hurting his son. Blaise shivered imaging the awful punishments that were to come his way. With hope he remembered that his Aunt Belle was here, maybe she would help him.

Then Lucius did something completley surprising, he clapped short sharp distanced claps smirking. "Quite a nice display of power you've got there little Zabini, and at such a young age too. Clearly you are destined for great things, and destined to be a powerful wizards. The Dark Lord would have been excited by this. Surely, you will let him join the ranks of the Death Eater's?" Lucius was now addressing Blaise's parents

The pair came striding forward eager for another chance to display their respectability and their loyalty to what they believed right and proper. "Of course," answered the older male Zabini firmly.

"Good good," smiled Lucius.

Then a faint cry of despair was heard among the adults. Blaise saw his Aunt Belle venture forward and wriggle out of her husbands grasp tears in her shining eyes. "You can't decide that for him! He's only a child," her voice sounded as if she was being strangled and Blaise wanted to run and hug her, but refrained knowing that his parents wouldn't like it.

Belle rushed up to Blaise and held his hands tightly and desperately shaking them. "Promise me Blaise! Promise me you won't join them! If your unwilling they-"

"STUPEFY!" A red flash shot from the crowd and hit Belle squarely in her back and she fell forward, to Blaise seemingly lifeless. Screaming wretchedly he flung himself on her body. Who had done this? If only he could know and channel his anger on them..

"Get away wretched boy! She's not dead!" He felt a sharp kick in his side before being carried away departed from his Aunt Belle for what he was later told was forever, but he would always remember her and this day, determined to carry in his heart the lesson's of her heart.

AN: I know that that was a tiresome and long prologue, but trust me when I say that it was necessary for the rest of my story however annoyingly long and boring it was... Once I get into the story and the regular chapters and what not it won't be as tiresome or as boring.