* I Own nothing
Hermione slowly rubbed her temples, attempting to rid herself of the headache brought on by the stress of running late, and the incessant honking of the cars around her. Her parents chattered ceaselessly to her, trying to soothe her rattled nerves and assuring here that there was nothing to worry about and they had all day to shop for school supplies. Hermione pulled out the letter that she had so recently received and once again puzzled over it.
"What's that?" her mother exclaimed, reaching over in an attempt to snatch the letter from her daughter. "Who is it from? Has our Hermione finally found herself a beau."
"Stop it mom," she replied. "you know all there is to know abbot my non-existent love life."
" It need not be non-existent my dear. It would be so easy to set you up with that nice boy down the corner, miss Hudson's son." Hermione sighed again, shutting her eyes as her mother continued to chatter on about that boy down the street.
Her father swore suddenly, quickly spinning the wheel and skidding in an attempt to avoid the taxicab careening towards them. She heard the crash before e she felt it. The cars emanating a sickening crunch as they collided. Her world went black, disappearing as excruciating pain swept over her. She grit her teeth as the pain continued to sweep over her trying to get a handle on the situation. From the angle of her body she could tell that the car had flipped onto its side. She felt wetness seeping into her clothes and it took a few moments to realize that it was blood. She attempted to move her body and gasped in pain as she realized that her arm was pinned beneath her mothers seat and hers. As she struggled to control her breath Hermione found she looking into the blank eyes of her mother, her neck twisted in a gruesome paradox of the carnival fortune boxes that had fascinated Hermione in her youth. She sucked in a breath and began to scream, forgetting about her pinned arm, and not even realizing the blood that gushed down her face from her ruined left eye. As the panic took over, she wishes with all her might that she was safe at home and suddenly vanished with a pop, leaving behind the dead bodies that once were her mother and father.
It was nearing midnight, and on the other side of London the prime minister was sitting alone in his office reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind. He absent-mindedly worried about his political opponents and the grim mood that had recently gripped London, having no clue that an even bigger problem was about to roll out of his fireplace.
In the wee hours of the morning, in the decrepit neighbor hood of spinners end, a mother clung desperately to the hope that her soon might be saved, and a young man closed his eyes in defeat, knowing he was trapped with no way out.
In the the second highest tower of a grand castle, hidden away in the Scottish country side an old man, wrinkled and stooped with age, was startled awake. His long white beard tangled in the knobs of his desk as he attempted to sit up began to search for the cause of the noise. His already tiered face wrinkled in concern as he spied the little gadget that monitored the Granger family flashing a ghastly green.
AN: This is the prologue to a story that is currently only a rough outline in my head. It is my first. It will be SS/HG and if anyone is interested they should put it on their alerts and expect to wait a while for the rest. It's not much but I would welcome any reviews or advice on the small amount I have so far.