Story Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They were created within the confines of J.k. Rowling's mind, and she did a wonderful job. Therefore, I give credit where credit is due. Now, I'm sure you came here for other reasons than to just read a silly disclaimer. On to our main event, my friends.

Chapter One

Quick and uneven was her breathing as she ran, arms pumping frantically by her sides, the soles of her black leather ankle boots making little noise against the dew-dampened grass, the rays of the morning sun just beginning to show themselves over the horizon, casting golden-yellow, rosy-pink, and soft lilac coloring into the sky which had been a thick, inky blackness only moments before. Her dark, black-violet eyes swam with the fear she held for her pursuers, a slim piece of polished mahogany wood held tightly in the grasp of her right hand, slender fingers wrapped around it as though it was the only thing between her and those following her, slowly gaining on her every second.

A whimper escaped the girl's throat as she continued her desperate flight, her long, glossy black hair flying wildly behind her, the smooth strands slapping against her face as the wind began to blow and momentarily obscured her vision. Letting out a helpless groan, she whipped her hand up and shoved the strands of hair away from her face, letting it fly behind her along with the rest. The wind stirred not only her hair, but the loose black slacks she wore on her long, slender legs, covering the tops of her boots that reached just under her knees, as well as the chilling her arms, bared by the tight black tank-top she wore on her upper half, as developed as any other young woman of sixteen.

A shout was heard behind her as her pursuers closed in, and in the split second it took her to look back, her foot caught on a root, sending her flying to the ground, her hands the only things that kept her from hitting her head and her face against the ground, though this caused the piece of wood she'd been holding to fly from her grasp, which only proved to heighten her terror, the frightened gleam in her eyes intensifying immediatly as she tried to scrambled quickly to her feet.

Not quickly enough it seemed, since as she stood to her feet, she saw the wooden piece fly from where it lay in the ground, into the shadows created by the trees about her, over which the sun was slowly making it's way. A moment later, a man stepped from the shadows, and others followed this, creating a circle around the girl, trapping her and cutting off her means of escape.

Her hands curled into fists as her eyes moved from one face to the other, each hidden by an eerie mask, meaning all she could see of those around her was their mouths and chins, their cloaks and robes hiding their bodies. The man directly in front of her slowly removed his mask, though, a sneer on his lips, a similiar piece of wood held in his right hand, along with the one his prey had been carrying only moments prior.

When his mask was tossed aside, landing on the ground, eyes the same deep, black-violet as the girl's were revealed and a tanned man's face was revealed, lips remaining in that self-satisfied sneer, eyes gleaming with triumph, "You have out-ran us for the past few hours, but now it seems our chase is out it's end. Now, my dearest daughter, it is time for you to come with us. Do not fight what I say, Selene, for you know as well as everyone here, that I can make you cooperate should you chose not to do so of your own freewill..."

Selene, as she'd been called by this man, shook her head, knuckles turning white and arms shaking. Slowly, she raised her eyes to the man, her father, and glared icily at him, before her lips slowly sank into a smirk, "Yes, I will go with you, Father..." She murmured, arching a brow, and a sigh of relief flowing from her lips, as the man's sneer slowly slipped into a smirk mirroring his daughter's.

"Well done, Selene. Well done." He told her, stepping forward and offering her the stick, "Your wand. You will need it." He told her as she took the wood from him, and he placed his now free hand on her shoulder. Before she could answer, the two had disappeared from within the circle, the others following, all with the same pop.

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Author's Ending Note: Well, that's all for this chapter. It may be a bit short, but it's only an introduction. Prepare yourselves, for this is only the beginning, my lovelys. Little Selene is in for a whole lot more, as are the others to be introduced later on. This you can be sure of.