Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, only my OCs and and situations I place everyone in. This is in effect for the entire story!
Kyla Elaine Finnian was going to die. She was not decrepitly old; rather, she was quite young, turning twelve years of age on October fifteenth, only a month and a half away. She did not have a fatal disease, she was as healthy as any other child her age, but it didn't control the fact that she was soon to die, maybe even before her birthday, for you see, Kyla had been sorted into Slytherin.
Now for most pure bloods, Slytherin was an ideal place to be, away from the pathetic mudbloods, and Muggle lovers, but in her case, it was not. Kyla was a mild mannered girl with no backbone and a kind heart, not suited at all for life in a house where people were out for only their own gain. Her first thought when she had been sorted had been in the nature of wondering how she was to die.
You probably want to know how the poor girl got herself in such a mess, but that will come later, explained in the nature of the very story itself, entwined with the great Harry Potter's own destiny. In fact, she will later seem to be fate's puppet, being forced through the motions when all she wants, truly, is to succumb to gravity and fall away into nothingness. But before I give away anything more, please let me introduce the Hero of our story, who is currently running for her life in the labyrinth that make up the Hogwarts Dungeons.
So that's the prologue, what do you think? I will be working on this in tandem with my other fanfic(s) because if I don't switch off every 30 minutes I go into writers block mode! And REVIEW! I need input to make it better!