The night was still as the figure glided down the street. All the muggles were tending to their children, sending them off to the land of happiness and dreams. He watched through a window as a muggle mother put her daughter into a crib and lean down to give her a kiss. The father wrapped his arms around his wife's waist from behind and looked down at the miracle of life they had created. The figure's hand twitched towards his wand. But something stopped him.

He shook his head as he walked down the street talking to himself.

"Send a message, just the girl." He reminded himself. His voice was airy and almost whisper like.

There was no one else in the street as he walked down the street so no one found him out of place in his dark cloak that swirled around him with no breeze.

He paused a moment again to look out past the edge of the village. There was a house that was just barely visible in the setting sun, the dying rays of the sun outlining it. The house looked like the only thing that held it up was magic. The house was lopsided and there were multiple beams of holding up some of the higher up floors.

There was a vein on his forehead that bulged when he saw the house. The man twisted his head like he was trying to crack his neck. His beady red eyes were flashing with anger and it seemed like it took every ounce of his self control to not go up to the house he was glaring at.

He sighed and reminded himself of his mission again.

Then slowly, he started walking again towards his objective. He passed house after house and family after family until he found the house he was looking for.

A twisted smile formed on his lips giving him a sinister look. He walked up the path to the front door and pointed his wand at the door. The lock made a silent click as it opened for the intruder.

He silently walked into the dark house. He squinted as he looked at some of pictures hanging on the walls, showing the blend of the two that lived there families. Pictures of beloved siblings and revered parents covered the walls.

The house was dead silent. The only noise coming from the living room was the fire crackled with dying embers. Even in the dim light, the fire gave the girl sleeping on the couch a warm glow. A blanket was up to her chin, her hands resting on her stomach. A book was on the floor, opened to some random page. Her wand was resting on the end table, just within arm's length of her.

"Silly girl," The man spoke down at the sleeping girl as he grabbed her wand, "you make this too easy."

Her nose twitched in her sleep. She half opened her eyes, still in a sleep induced haze. She muttered the name of her lover but then her eyes snapped open when she saw who was standing above her and she jumped from the couch and groped for her wand.

"Are you missing something?" the man taunted her, waved her wand in his left hand.

Her mouth dropped open and all color left her face.

"You bastard." She breathed in shock.

He shrugged, the insult not affecting him in the least.

"Petrificus Totalus."

Her body froze; her eyes were the only thing that moved as they watched his every move around her living room. He walked around, stopping to look at the pictures while talking to her calmly as if he was an invited guest.

"You seem surprised that I am here. I would have thought that you would have at least put up some wards after that announcement your stupid father made yesterday. It is either very brave or very foolish for you not to do so. Between us, I think it is quite foolish."

He stopped to pick up a picture.

"Is this your family? Your brother looks quite a bit like you." He said.

Tears were streaming down her eyes at the mention of her family.

He turned back towards her. "You don't have to die you know. Your blood is pure and we could use a strong witch like you on our side. You would be welcomed into our ranks, an honored guest, to help us. It's all up to you."

The harshness in her eyes said it all. The man tutted sadly at her while shaking his head.

"It's too sad. You could have been great. Oh well."

He raised his wand and held it level to her face.

"Ava-"

At some point, she had become unpetrified and she tackled him to the ground, his yell of surprise echoed through the house. They struggled on the floor, the girl at a serious disadvantage but that just made her fight harder. With his wand, he blasted her off of him and she crashed into the end table, breaking the lamp completely and shattering a few pictures, before she hit the piano against the wall. She looked up at him with utmost disgust.

"I will never follow you, you sad excuse for a wizard!"

"How dare you address me in such a manner? CRUCIO!" He shouted at her, making a slashing movement with his wand.

She screamed in pain as she crumpled to the floor. After a moment, the man lifted the curse and looked coldly down at the girl, still twitching on the ground.

"Have you reconsidered my offer?" He asked her softly.

"Hell. No." she gasped out.

His eyes were cold as he regarded her.

"Have it your way. But let's have a little fun first. Maybe that will teach your idiot father a lesson." He made a slashing motion with his wand.

But she brought hers up just in time and silently cast a protective shield in front of her.

The duel was fierce. The two non-verbally shot spell after spell at each other while verbally taunting and insulting the other. During the fight, the entire living room was destroyed and part of a wall was blasted apart. Glass and pieces of furniture littered the floor along with scraps of fabric and wood.

For a moment it appeared the girl was winning the fight and she smiled triumphantly.

But then the unthinkable happened.

It was a split second that the entire tide of the fight changed.

Her wand flew from her hand through the hole in the wall. She watched it go with terror and shock in her eyes. She turned to look at her opponent and before she could even say or do anything, the man shouted the unforgivable curse.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The girl fell like a rag doll to the ground dead, her unseeing eyes gazing up at the brilliant gold lion on a crimson shield that hung above her mantel.

The man laughed a high, shrill laugh and pointed his wand to the ceiling. "MORSMORDRE!"

A giant skull appeared above the house, a snake appeared coming out of the skull's mouth and moved as if it was licking the stars.

He looked down at the girl, "I think your father has learned his lesson."

With that, he silently disappeared out of thin air, leaving the dead girl laying in the middle of the living room.

The last spark of the fire died and the room was enveloped in darkness.

Elyse awoke with a gasp.

And thus begins our venture into the second book of A Black and White Story. As promised this book is going to be focused a lot more on Elyse (as if you couldn't tell from this chapter) and there are going to be a lot of visions and references to the future. Not all of them will make sense in this book and possibly not in this series. But if you are patient and you stick with this to the very end, everything will come full circle and it will make sense. I promise you. If something changes in my plan, I always go back and change what needs to be changed so everything fits. So sometimes you might have to go back to understand stuff. Sometimes I will remind everyone at the beginning of a chapter to go back and read another chapter of the current book or a previous one if it is that important.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I love it when people ask questions and they point things about. Heck, a bunch of people saying that Elyse didn't get enough love in couple chapters actually inspired this chapter, if that makes any sense.

Anyway, tell me what you think of this beginning. I promise that it won't remain as dark as this. Believe it or not, this is going to be one of the happier books in the series.

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