The Resurrection Stone
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Prologue
This story begins when...
Well, it's not entirely clear.
Perhaps it begins in a time of war and violence, when four people stand tall, swear to create a sanctuary among the turmoil, and build a great castle where their kind's children can learn freely.
Perhaps it begins in a time of superstition, when fear leaves innocent women burning at the stake. A time when magic willingly retreated from the rest of the world, for what is said was the good of all.
Perhaps it begins long after that, when the magical world has long-since lived in isolated pockets, secret from everyone else. They say this is better; that being known brought nothing but chaos and conflict. That the muggles would endlessly beg and take if they knew, just as they have already taken so much of the world's lands for their own.
Perhaps it begins with a girl named Rose, raised on her family's claims about muggles being weak and useless, yet greedy and dangerous. She's curious to see if it's all true. On an overcast day she grabs a broom, and flies high through the clouds, risking the chance to see this non-magical world for herself.
Perhaps it begins with a girl named Pearl, hiding in the bushes of a dried out park, her father's last slap still stinging on her face. She comes from magic, or so she's been told- she can barely remember the last time her mother dared cast a spell. She herself has only ever made brief bursts of magic- so brief, she's not even sure if they were truly real.
Perhaps it begins with a girl named Amethyst, one of fifty in her orphanage. By age eight, she has no illusions about her own future, and fights for every scrap she can get. One day, after listening to endless taunts about her black skin, she turns completely purple. The doctors are baffled by what they are certain must be a rash; she knows it is not.
Perhaps it begins with a girl named Garnet, silent by nature, but even more silent by choice, as if to make the whispers that follow her all the louder. She wears dark muggle sunglasses over her mismatched eyes, and sees more than anyone knows.
Perhaps it begins with the friendship between these four girls, one forged against the odds, and made all the stronger for it.
Perhaps it begins with prejudice, and a war, one which spills into everything.
Perhaps it begins with a rebellion, and a vow to fight back.
Perhaps it begins with a song sung on a starlit beach, and a romance which bridges two world.
Perhaps it begins with a kiss.
Perhaps, like so many stories, it begins with a mother's love, and a mother's sacrifice.
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Author's Note: So last week, I was standing there, making supper, when my brain tapped me on the head and said, "Hey, why don't we do a HP AU?"
And I said, "Huh, that's kind of fun to think about, but I've really got too much on my plate to start writing another fic. Shuffle that to the backburner, okay?"
Well, my brain didn't like that apparently, and so proceeded to flood my mind with a bazillion different images and head-canons and sortings, then laughed manically and said, "I WILL ONLY STOP IF YOU START WRITING THIS DOWN!"
So now I'm here.
