Hello. I have been gone for a while and haven't written anything for ages so constructive criticism is appreciated. I tried writing a similar story but didn't like my characters so I'm starting over. Enjoy.
Prologue
The street was empty of anything living. The only street lamp swung menacingly, casting a swinging shadow down on the biggest house on the lane. The house may be large but no one in their right mind would want to live their. The walls were black and the shutters pulled tight. The house looked as though it was haunted and the people of the town believed it was.
A loud crack filled the street and a cloaked figure appeared on the front step of the house. A pale hand appeared from under the cloak and knocked on the door. It flung open, as though expecting someone. A woman stood silhouetted against the dim light coming from the house. She looked at the cloaked figure with a look of surprise on her thin face.
"What are you doing here Rodolphus? I thought you were at Hogwarts with the Dark Lord." She said, her look of surprise morphing into one of annoyance. "And where is my cousin?"
"The Dark Lord has fallen, Bellatrix is dead." A croaking voice sounded from under the cloak.
The woman's hand flew to her mouth, terror filled her dark eyes. "No, the Dark Lord defeated? But everything was going perfectly."
"Shut it, I haven't got much time. Bellatrix told me if she ever..." Rodolphus was cut off by a rasping cough. He put his hand against the door frame, red blood slipped down the wood. "Well, she told me to trust you if she was ever killed." He trailed off.
"Me? What about Narcissa?"
"Narcissa and her husband have betrayed the Dark Lord. They fled during the fight."
"Well what did she want." The woman crossed her arms.
"Bellatrix wanted you to look after her." He held out a bundle. It was soaked through with blood but the baby's face was clean. "Our daughter." The man said yet his voice held no hint of love or remorse.
The woman took the baby into her arms, holding her like a dung bomb, ready to go off. Her scowl deepened.
"Why don't you take care of her?"
Rodolphus laughed. "The Werewolf lover, Nymphadora, hit me with a spell, I doubt I will recover before they ship me off to Azkaban. Consider yourself lucky. For all you know she could be the next Dark Lord"
"What makes you say that?"
For the first time Rodolphus's voice showed any sign of emotion, pride. "I have my reasons." He stumbled and gripped the door frame tighter. He looked up and his pale face shown for a brief moment in the light. His face was covered in blood and drained from all color.
"Promise me, Andromeda, promise me you will raise her properly."
Andromeda looked down at him, weak and defeated. "I promise."
"Good," he turned to leave then paused. "Her name is Capella." He said then turned on the spot and with another loud crack, vanished.
Andromeda stood in her doorway, looking at the child. Capella opened her eyes and for a minute Andromeda could have sworn she saw the same flicker of insanity she so often saw in her cousin's eyes. But it vanished so quickly it seemed only the flicker of the light. Leaving behind a small child, bundled in a bloody blanket.
I know it wasn't very long but I didn't have much time. The other chapters will be longer. Thanks for reading.