A/N: So, just a fic my friend and I are writing. Complete OCs, none of the Potter characters will appear, this is just fun set in Rowling's universe. So please. Read and enjoy.
Warnings:
Language
An Attempt at Something Serious.
Leaving Eden
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
A Collaboration between and PunkRockFlowerChild
Prologue: All The Things That I'm Scared Of
There is a place in the north of England that's guarded by the one of the world's oldest forests, a forest of twisted and knaweled branches, grown from fear and water with blood, for this forest has seen more then it's fair share of mischief, it's fair share of dead bodies. It has a local name, 'The Thorne', but none speak if for fear of the magic it may invoke. Those who fear it call it nothing, and those who don't venture into it. For at it's heart, once you're past the fear and the blood and the bodies, in the eye of the storm so to say, there is a market, a prize for crossing the roots of the redeemed. This market is a place of much renown, known for leagues, sought after by brave, and not for brave, men and woman.
But our story starts not with the tangle of branches and the market in the middle, no, our tale starts in a little cottage, just on the edge of the forest, a small two story thing, made of all orange bricks, and a thatched root. The face of the cottage was covered in plants, all clinging happily to the bricks, rose bushes crowding in the front, there was a river stone path to the red door and a rowan wood fence around the yard, blue smoke rose from the chimney. The cottage looked all together too nice to be sitting with it's back to the withered, grasping branches of the Bickerwoods, but it sat proudly before the Thorne, unintimidated to what sat at it's back. That is where our tale shall start. In the yard before the cottage.