Lost takes place during year 6.
I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does darn British.
I own Rose and Simon Blackthorn.
Okay so you get a prologue, I won't write unother chapter until someone tells me I should.
Prologue
The midwife's apprentice ran through the dark village holding the buddle to her chest. If she was failed she would kill herself rather than wait for the consequences. Turning right onto the street she counted the houses in her head one…two…three…she stopped in front of the fourth house. Staring at it for a moment while she stared at it she became aware of the rain. The pouring rain that soaked her through to the bones. It made her teeth chatter and she began shivering uncontrollably.
She finally got up the nerve to open the gate and proceed up the path. Although it was cold she walked slowly, suddenly not sure if she wanted to go through with the horrible task.
The bundle in her arms squirmed. The baby had woken up. The little girl in her arms was cold and wet. If she didn't get inside soon she would get sick. The midwife's apprentice hurried up the path to the door. A light came on upstairs almost immediately after she knocked. It disappeared for a moment then reappeared downstairs. It's just a candle she thought to herself. She was worried the master of the house would be upset at being woken up at this hour, hopefully her success would keep him from punishing her.
"What is so important that you would wake me up at this hour?" Mr. Blackthorn stood in the doorway, towering over the terrified apprentice.
"S-sir I-I g-got th-the child."
Mr. Blackthorn smiled a thin smile at her. "Well hand him over."
"It's a g-girl sir."
A frown passed over Mr. Blackthorn's brow, a complication.
"M-may I go now s-sir?"
The man nodded, "you may go now."
The apprentice was flying down the steps and out the gate before Simon Blackthorn could close the door. He gave a small chuckle under his breath. "You see how she cowers before us little one? You one day will also hold that power. If only you were a boy! Ah but it is but a minor inconvenience, nothing I can't handle.
"Now you need a name, hmm I was thinking Scorpio before. But that is no name for a girl. No, perhaps Rose? Yes that suits you nicely. Rose Blackthorn. The next great dark witch."
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