Prologue

Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter. All rights to our Queen, J.K Rowling.

The man was by no means distinctive. A mop of straw coloured hair, pale skin and a rather average figure meant he blended effortlessly with the muggles spilling around him. He fought a sneer, knowing his master had sent him there for one reason and his surroundings were not of any point of debate. He wore plain clothes to further blend him into the background and had made sure they were of specific muggle origin. So many of their kind were ridiculously noticeable as they wore garish clothing.

He leant on a chipped black railing that sealed off a sparse park where very little children played on the damp day, watching the house across from him inconspicuously. Surprisingly, despite numerous attempts by both parents to get the child that sat on the wet grass inside, she insisted on staying out. She was the target, exactly as his master had described to him: lank, mousy hair, dull green eyes and pale skin, like his. She was playing with a ball, bouncing it between her surprisingly deft hands.

It was only a minute later, right after her parents had once more tried to get her inside, that he discovered why she wanted to remain outside. The five year old glanced back at her house before whipping her head around and staring right at him. With the naivety that only a child could possess, she jumped to her feet and ran over the road to him.

"Why are you watching me?" she asked curiously, head tilted to the side in a way he supposed some people would find cute. To him, it was simply irritating. He decided that she should hear the real answer in hopes that she'd run. He loved it when they ran.

"I'm here to take you away." She didn't seem surprised or scared, as he expected she wouldn't. Children never did understand the levity of talking to strangers, particularly the ones that admitted they were going to kidnap you. He was the magical version of the man with the van he'd heard mothers and fathers warning their little brats about. Instead, he took advantage of her silence and grudgingly picked her up.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, sadly eyeing her house. He frowned at her and once again decided to answer truthfully.

"I'm taking you to my master. He's going to remake you."

"Will I ever see mummy and daddy again?" she asked shakily and he suddenly felt a pang of something. It had been years since he felt anything akin to true emotion besides hate and the fact that this little girl's parents would genuinely miss her hit home for him. "Will I ever see Minny again?" she squeaked but he didn't ask who 'Minny' was. Maybe it was that god awful mouse he'd heard about.

"No." Then he apparated away, leaving only sodden leaves and terrified parents behind him.

Hello, welcome to my new Harry Potter fanfiction. Just a warning: it may seem to be moving fast around chapter four, but don't be alarmed. It's all part of my master plan (evil laugh). Anyway, let me know what you think. Love, Bianca :) x