Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K.R's awesome Harry Potter characters/ settings/ anything else…. Well, maybe I did make up a few people, but they aren't the greatest.
Prologue: Abandoned
The park was silent, save for a baby's soft whimper. Darkness filled the street around it, giving it a look of neglect. A faint fig hovered in the air.
An elegant couple sat on a park bench with their crying baby. The wife, who was wrapped up in a long black cloak, whispered harshly to the baby, "Shut up you little brat!"
"Now, now Bellatrix. Is that any way to talk to it?" the man next to her asked his wife.
"Can you get it to shut up?" She stroked her long, curly black hair with her free hand.
"I most certainly can." The man drew something out of his robes. It was his wand. He smiled wickedly and muttered a silencing curse on the baby. Then he slapped it hard.
The baby shook as if it was crying, but it didn't make a sound.
"I didn't even think to use magic." said his wife.
Both parents laughed.
"Oh, Rodolphus, you have such a way with children." Bellatrix sneered.
"It's all your bloody fault we have one to begin with." Rodolphus complained.
"You git! In case you've forgotten about Sex Ed, it takes two to make a baby."
He shook his head in disgust. Then he looked back at his black haired wife. "Why are we here anyway?"
"You forgot already? How many times do I have to tell you?" He shrugged. "We don't want a baby, right?" He nodded. "So we're waiting for someone to come to this damn park so we can leave this cursed encumbrance here."
"Sounds like a perfect plan." He kissed he lips softly.
They broke apart right as their left arms began to sear with pain.
"He summons!" Bellatrix gasped through the pain. "Just leave the baby. Someone is bound to come get her—er—I mean 'it'."
Rodolphus nodded as Bellatrix carefully set down the baby on the bench and wrapped it in a cloak.
"Shall we be going Mrs. Lestrange?" He offered his elbow.
She looked sadly at the baby one last time before taking her husbands arm.
Together they walked into the shades of night.
About ten minutes later, a thicker fog settle in as a clock chimed eleven.
A woman walked alone past the bench. She had curly red hair cascading down her back and starling green eyes. She wore a sad look on her face. She was a newlywed but had found out that she was barren. She wanted nothing more in the world than to have her own child, preferably a daughter.
A soft sob made her stop and turn around. The sound was coming from the bench she just passed. She walked back and stared at the little bundle lying on the seat.
It moved then whimpered. The silencing charm was wearing off.
She lifted up a fold of cloth, uncertain of what she would find, bit her lip. The cloth was damp.
To her surprise, it was a baby.
It started to cry.
"Oh, you sweet thing. There, there, Eve's going to make it all better." she said as picked up the baby. It stopped crying. "Where are your parents, honey?
The baby sneezed in reply.
"Tsk, tsk. You sound like you're getting a cold. Better get you inside now and ask questions later." She pulled out her wand and dried the wrap around the baby with a drying spell. Then the woman, Eve, walked away, not knowing she would be raising this child, silently towards her home.
A/N: Tee hee. What do ya think? Bad? Good? So bad that you don't even think it's worthy to review? All the same, please review and I will grant you a piece of oxygen and a cookie. That is, if I can fit it into the computer…