The blare of a motorcycle flares across the highway. Racing between cars in a blur of blue and black. Willow could feel the adrenaline pulsing through her veins and she loved it! Cutting through the road going what must have been easily five times the speed limit. Not that the cops ever stopped her. Willow laughed aloud at the notion. As if they could catch her!

It was early June and Willow was 16. She had been running around the country for a year now. She never stopped. She just drove and drove. desperately needing the adrenaline to distract from the thoughts that lurked in the back of her mind.

Cutting of from the highway was a dirt road. Willow hadn't been there before.

So why not take it?

It was hardly as though she had anything to lose. the cloths on her back and the bag on her bike were the only things in the world she had and she preferred it that way.

A sharp turn and a cloud of dust took over the blue and black.

Suddenly there was a crack and Willow had to swerve to avoid the figure that apeared before her. The dust cleared and Willow's breath hitched as she processed just who was standing before her.

Aurors!

Willow cursed. She'd been so careful! She'd even stopped using her wand for magic to ensure they couldn't track her through the Trace! How had they found her her?

Willow braked hard and slid off of her bike in a practiced crouch. The young soldier unsheathed her wand and fired at the nearest auror , dodging the retaliation and rolling to the side. Spells fired from all directions as the young witch dodged and fired back spells of her own.

the three figures advanced and Willow feined a left before darting to the right, pulling out a dagger and landing a direct hit to a dark skinned Auror only for a red haired one to take advantage of her pause, landing a stunner Willow barely dodged; the hit grazing her cheek and drawing blood, making her freeze. Sensing her sudden change in demeaner the aurors paused as well.

Slowly, Willow brought her hand up to feel the blood that poured from the wound.

And then...

She dropped her wand

And then...

She turned around, her eyes glowing

And then...

Willow cracked her knuckles

''The gloves are off. come at me bitches"

The poor bastards didn't stand a chance. Willow didn't even need her wand to end them. She weaved past spells and dodged hits in an elaborate dance, twisting and leaping and snapping off limbs with a dangerous glare; Willow relished in their pain. They deserved it, they needed to feel all they'ed done to her tenfold.

She never wanted this! Never wanted blood to drip from her hands, never wanted to face the fact that the government that oversaw her homeland could possibly be so corrupt! but here she was, adding more blood to her kill count. losing her herself to the anger all over again...

And then there were two. She was a rookie, that much was clear if the way she held her self was anything to go by. She had no idea what any of this was about. She knew nothing of the post Blood War Trials, not the whole thing at least. How could she know that Willow and countless others had been sentenced to Askaban simply having power. Couldn't know of the horrors Willow found waiting for her every night when she closed her eyes! This nieve rookie was far too innocent yet to understand what the Ministry had done to people like Willow. What they had told her. She posed a potential threat, so Willow had to be eliminated from the picture.

If only they had known it would take more than steel cages and soul-sucking demons to keep her trapped in the dark.

They stood there, one tense and afraid, the other silent and contemplating.

"Do you know why you are here?" Willow asked suddenly, startling the young rookie. She jumped and eyed the rebel nervously. "I-I, well, you're a criminal! You killed so many people!"

"Who did I kill?"

The woman seemed taken aback at the calmly delivered question.

"Erm, Well, p-people, during the war, you-"

"Death eaters." Willow cut off the rookie softly. "I killed Death Eaters. I did what no one else had the guts to do. No one else had what it takes to maim; to kill, to show every bit of hatred they were showing us. So i stepped in."

Willow's eyes snapped up, locking into the eyes of the rookie who was shocked to see what could only be regret in the Rebels eyes.

"If I hadn't stepped in, There would so much innocent blood streaming down the grounds of an ancient school. And I would rather have hands stained in the blood of the tainted than see the blood of the undeserving pooling before me"

The Blue Rebel's eyes turned hard and suddenly she was back on her bike, the engine revving up as the blood-stained, weary-eyed rebel disapeared once again. Leaving a shocked auror in her wake

going nowhere and trying harder than anyone would believe to get there.

Running and running and Running.

Not even trying to wash off the red that stained the lids of her eyes.

The blue haired witch sighed and slumped a bit in her seat as she watched the last rays of day die out like a great candle being snuffed.

Willow wasn't sure how much longer she could keep going on like this. If she was ever going to truly get away from all this, if she was ever going to make a new start, she needed to get out of the country.

America was as good a place as any, the blue haired witch supposed, she had an aunt and a cousin who lived at the coast, Willow recalled. Barbara, she remembered, and her daughter Sadie. Sadie was about a year older than her and probably the only living family along with her aunt that she had left. They knew nothing of the war and Magical affairs and therefore, would be unlikely suspects should anyone come looking for her. After all, as far as the Ministry knew, Willow, or Cora as she had now taken to calling herself, she had no family.

Willow pulled over at the nearest gass station and bought a soda to use as a portkey once she finished drinking it.

Meanwhile, many, many Miles away, the small town of Beach city slept peacefully, completely unaware of the storm that was going to hit them tomorrow in the form of a mysterious young teen with blue hair and a glare that could scare the dead.

And her name, was Cora Virago.