Disclaimer: Two (well there's a group of people… but focusing on the two) girls are sitting in their first interest group.
Girl One (Emmy): So Kristi, did Christmas pass yet?
Girl Two (Kristi): No. Why?
Emmy: Because, last night I had a dream.
Kristi: Um… Don't you have dreams every night?
Emmy: Well, this was different. I dreamt that it was Christmas and J.K. gave us the Harry Potter idea for a present.
Kristi: Oh… well I dreamt that we owned nothing… and people sued us because they said we stole it.
Third Girl Enters Scene
Cassie: Well… to bad that you don't own it either, you could've lent it to me.
All: Yeah too bad.
Silence
Cassie: Emmmmmm-y
Emmy: WHAT!
Cassie: FIND THE DONUT!
Kristi: Umm… Cassie, none of us own the donut either.
Cassie: Ohh…

A/N: Okay, I think you get the point. But to tell you the truth, I typed the first chapter before the prologue…. So everything I wanted/needed to say is in there…

Blood Of Black
Prologue
Written?
Typed: December 9, 12, 2004
Posted: January 23, 2005

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Fear was not an option. Not here anyway. She was training, and she was tired. Her legs, and hands ached like hell, and she felt drunk. But she wouldn't let her trainer know that. She was a Bryant after all, the most powerful line of witches and wizards. Well, the Halliwells were the most powerful, but they were no more since a few years ago. The sisters, their sons, and husbands all died in brutal battle. She wiped sweat off her forehead. She was getting tired of this.

She decided to quit. She didn't care if her instructor would laugh, or give her one of those glares that chilled her to the bone. She raised two fingers, and shifted her weight slightly. Suddenly, the loud buzzing was gone, and gray was no more. She was back in her black and red room, with her laptop, and tons of other things. She set down her bloodied knife and walked over to her shiny full-length mirror.

She studied herself. Her dark brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail right now, was a few inches below her shoulders, and was always bouncy, smooth, and shiny. Her stunning emerald green eyes stared right back at her, and they changed colors from time to time. Like now, they changed to a deep brown with a bit of gold on the inside. Her tanned figure was skinny, but not that she starved herself. Quite the opposite actually. She loved to eat, but hardly gained a pound. Her skin was a rich tan color: it was her natural tone. Though both her parents were white, some hundred or so years ago, a person in her father's family had married a black person, even though it skipped a couple generations, it was passed down to her.

She sighed, and turned away from the mirror, having an urge to take a long, hot shower, wanting to wash the day away. They really didn't pay her enough to be a witch. Come to think of it, they didn't pay her at all.

"You have disobeyed me," The woman answered, coldness taking over every word, as her dark eyes gleamed with rage. Her prisoner backed away slowly, hands on the walls, eyes wide with fear.

"It was a simple mistake. I had no idea that the boy-" He stopped upon seeing the look on her face. Her eyes became colder, making him shiver, he closed his eyes for a second, breathing in.

"That's right. You did have no idea. I should punish you for what you have done. You are a fool who needs to be taught a lesson," she quietly stepped closer, and the room around them seemed to get smaller. He pressed his back against the cold, hard, stonewall. "But," she said, startling him, " I can't have you dead. Not yet anyway. First, you must get him. Then, only then, I shall deal with you."

He breathed out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," He tried not to sound too happy about it, for his master did not like happy. Not at all. She merely nodded, and spoke again.

"Just don't mess up this time," She opened the door, leading to the wonderfully colorful outside, where the world awaited the task that was about to be done. He stepped through, thankful for the fresh air, instead of the stale air he had breathed in the cell. "Or this will be the last time you ever see daylight again."

He grabbed the two Hogwarts letters from the owl. One he gently put down onto the table, the other he threw at the girl standing in front of him. She opened the letter, and he grabbed it back.

"Congratulations, Draco, for making prefect, make sure you put Potter, and her in their places."

"Of course, father."

He glanced at the letter in front of him, spits on it, and hands it to the girl. "You are no Malfoy," He hits her and she left, tears in her chocolate brown eyes.

She walked into the bathroom, which was luckily next to her and her 'brothers' room. Sheglanced down at the letter, and set it down on the sink,making sure it wasout of harms way. If being part of your family was a paying job, they couldn't pay her enough. She searched threw the cabinet and pulled out a razor, removing the bracelet and arm warmers, revealing scars up and down her arms. She tookthe razor, letting the light reflect off itand thenslid itacross her wrist, not feeling anything. But in reality, the pain was so sharp, it caused a small puddle to form on the bathroom floor.

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Okay, end of prologue.

Arm warmers socks on arms. In school people call me weird for wearing socks on my arms, so I wanted to clear that up, and they are not socks! THEY IS ARM WARMERS!… sorry bout that.