A/N: Hi everyone, I'm back! I've finally finished university so now I will have more time to update my story. I apologise for the long wait; apart from uni and family commitments I've decided to regroup and restart my story. I am posting the prologue to it for you now as a sneak peak of what is to come; no longer will the story be based on anyone in particular I know (with the exception of a few inspirations) and will be written in third person. I will post the new chapters ASAP under a new story with the same title 'An Australian Witch'. A big thank you to my followers and favouriters, I hope you like my second attempt (which will be very similar and follow the same idea) and thank you to my reviewers for giving me better ideas as to how to make this story make more sense. Enjoy!

Prologue

There is a legend amongst the oldest wizarding families that in certain generations there were born extraordinary wizards and witches. It is uncertain exactly what these children were able to do; their powers were rumoured to have varied in each century, useful for fighting whatever plagued their community at the time. It is believed they were destined to carry on their family's honour and ideals. As time has passed, these whispered stories have become no more than mere folklore. Few families have chosen to keep the legend alive, selecting to hide it from all but those they feel worthy to learn of the secrets of the past.

-2014-

"Are you positive it's her? You couldn't have mistaken it for someone else? We can't afford to make the same mistake again."

"Take a look for yourself, she matches the description, well, minus the seaweed and sand."

Peering over the fragile, pale form that had washed up on the shore, Andrew wasn't sure he was ready for further disappointment. His team had been searching for over five months and so far had only gained false connections. Still, he allowed himself to bend his aching knees to get a closer look at the most recent find.

What was once shiny and silky, long, salty and tangled dark hair fanned out across the young woman's face. Specks of sand were spread throughout the knotted tresses. Tipping her head slightly he noted how her thin, white lips were parted slightly, almost as though she was attempting to whisper a secret or promise. If it wasn't for the slow, gentle rising and falling of her chest beneath the soaked material pressed to her skin he would have surely claimed her dead. Taking a deep breathe of his own he leaned closer and gently tried to pry open her closed eyes.

"Don't, I've already done that."

His partner, a young woman in her thirties with mousy blonde hair, quietly assured him as she crept closer. She had been the first to appear at the scene after being alerted by a local man who had been walking his golden retriever.

Andrew threw a disgruntled look towards her. He hated being interrupted in any of his investigations.

"Fine, take a look if you still don't believe me, but I can tell you now they are a perfect colour match. Both 'sea green with undertones of golden brown and navy', I'd eat my own hat if I found any others like them." Folding up the crumpled parchment she had quoted, her expression turned slightly more serious as she ensured no one else in the group could hear their private conversation. "There's more. I took these off her before they came in case we were to be tracked ourselves."

Shuffling her back so that only Andrew could see she opened her palm. There, glittering in the sunlight were three golden objects; two rings with rubies, one locket, all in the trademark shape of a heart. Rubbing his tired eyes he almost missed Melanie placing them back into her pocket quickly.

"What about the boy? If she's here so should he."

"No sign yet but we'll keep searching."

"I'm still not sure if I want to believe this, not after so long-"

"I'm still having trouble myself."

"-but you know what we have to do."

By now his heart felt lighter and he truly believed he may finally get some sleep. If he were to trust his team then it may very well be that they had found the girl who had eluded them (and so many others) for so long. It would be a relief to their entire cause if they were correct. Calling to a man who had just apparated to the beach he prepared for the next step,

"Owl Bill. We've found her."