A/N: Yet another Harry Potter fic. This story takes place a few hundred
years ago, just before the wizarding world had to go into hiding from the
muggles. I couldn't get the idea out of my head and its been bugging me for
months now. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything like that. Gabrielle and William, and any other characters in this story are figments of my imagination, and therefore, are mine. The last name is not. Potter is obviously J.K's. These characters were meant to be Harry's distant distant relatives.
~*Dissemblement*~
Prologue
The white cloaked woman glanced over her shoulder, her breath coming in rasps laborously from running a great distance. She approached a fallen log and sat perched on it. She pulled the hood of her cloak from her face, revealing young green eyes and dark auburn hair. She had a serene aura about her, yet the brown robes she wore beneath her regal cloak also made her look plain.
Gabrielle Potter was a young witch, having only reached 18 years of age. She had grown up during a time when muggles and sorcerors could live together peacefully, but that was all changing rapidly. People's views on magic began to change. It became something evil, something that was used in terms with the Devil. They were being hunted down and persecuted, their homes being destroyed. Even innocent muggles were being taken. There was no time for a fair trial.
Her family had fled in the middle of the night when the party of witch hunters had come to their village. They had been forced to split up, and Gabrielle feared she may never see them alive again. Her father, two sisters and three brothers were the only family she had. Her grandparents, both paternal and maternal, had both passed long ago, and there were no aunts or uncles she could go to.
Gabrielle was still fairly close to the village. She could smell the acrid smoke coming from her home. Thinking about what it would be like if she dared return brought tears springing into her eyes, but she forced herself not to cry. A sudden rustle of leaves brought her out from her thoughts. Her feflexes sharp, she stood up and spun around, her wand drawn.
"Stupe-" she cried but was cut short.
"Wait! Its only me!" A melodic tenor rang out before she could cast the spell properly.
A thin, tall man stood before her, dark black hair hanging in his eyes which were dark green emeralds set in his face.
"Oh! William! You gave me such a fright," Gabrielle gasped, clutching at her heart. Her brother was known for appearing unexpectedly. "Have you seen the others? Papa or Anne?" She asked anxiously.
"No, I haven't. I'm lucky to have found you," Her older sibling replied. "The muggles have realized we have run off. They're on our tail and they'll catch up to us if we don't hurry!" He glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see the whole town behind them, torches raised above their heads.
He grabbed his younger sister's hand and the two ran away, never to return. What lay ahead they didn't know, although it had to be better than the tortures and nightmares that awaited them back in the village.
A/N: Yeah, I know its short, but what else can you really put in a prologue? The first chapter should follow this shortly. Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything like that. Gabrielle and William, and any other characters in this story are figments of my imagination, and therefore, are mine. The last name is not. Potter is obviously J.K's. These characters were meant to be Harry's distant distant relatives.
~*Dissemblement*~
Prologue
The white cloaked woman glanced over her shoulder, her breath coming in rasps laborously from running a great distance. She approached a fallen log and sat perched on it. She pulled the hood of her cloak from her face, revealing young green eyes and dark auburn hair. She had a serene aura about her, yet the brown robes she wore beneath her regal cloak also made her look plain.
Gabrielle Potter was a young witch, having only reached 18 years of age. She had grown up during a time when muggles and sorcerors could live together peacefully, but that was all changing rapidly. People's views on magic began to change. It became something evil, something that was used in terms with the Devil. They were being hunted down and persecuted, their homes being destroyed. Even innocent muggles were being taken. There was no time for a fair trial.
Her family had fled in the middle of the night when the party of witch hunters had come to their village. They had been forced to split up, and Gabrielle feared she may never see them alive again. Her father, two sisters and three brothers were the only family she had. Her grandparents, both paternal and maternal, had both passed long ago, and there were no aunts or uncles she could go to.
Gabrielle was still fairly close to the village. She could smell the acrid smoke coming from her home. Thinking about what it would be like if she dared return brought tears springing into her eyes, but she forced herself not to cry. A sudden rustle of leaves brought her out from her thoughts. Her feflexes sharp, she stood up and spun around, her wand drawn.
"Stupe-" she cried but was cut short.
"Wait! Its only me!" A melodic tenor rang out before she could cast the spell properly.
A thin, tall man stood before her, dark black hair hanging in his eyes which were dark green emeralds set in his face.
"Oh! William! You gave me such a fright," Gabrielle gasped, clutching at her heart. Her brother was known for appearing unexpectedly. "Have you seen the others? Papa or Anne?" She asked anxiously.
"No, I haven't. I'm lucky to have found you," Her older sibling replied. "The muggles have realized we have run off. They're on our tail and they'll catch up to us if we don't hurry!" He glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see the whole town behind them, torches raised above their heads.
He grabbed his younger sister's hand and the two ran away, never to return. What lay ahead they didn't know, although it had to be better than the tortures and nightmares that awaited them back in the village.
A/N: Yeah, I know its short, but what else can you really put in a prologue? The first chapter should follow this shortly. Reviews are greatly appreciated!