Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter or anything you recognize- yet. I'm working on this little dilemma, and we'll see what happens, okay?

A/N: I'm fully aware of the shortness of the prologue, so I apologize in advance. Just please don't give up on me after this one part, it will get better.

Prologue

"Richard, let's go for a walk." Richard Evans stared at his wife life she had just turned into an Erkling before whining:

"B-but it's an End Game marathon!"

"Exactly, you been sitting in front of the telly all day! Let's go."

The autumn air was crisp as Mr. and Mrs. Evans stepped out the door. They strolled at a leisurely pace; or at least Mrs. Evans did. Mr. Evans only sulked at being forced from the house, trudging on next to his wife. After they had walked at least half a block, he spoke.

"You know, you were right, Rose. This isn't so bad. Fall is such a lovely time of year." As he aid this, they approached a small park, and the Evanses meandered towards the empty park bench near the playground. Little children ran around the playground, laughing as they played juvenile games they found fully entertaining.

'They're too young and naïve,' mused Mr. Evans ' Too innocent to see the darkness, too young to realize they aren't completely safe anymore... they never were.'

Mr. Evans's dark thoughts were abandoned when Mrs. Evans spoke. "Getting outside is good for you dear, even now. The fresh air will do wonders."

"Mmhmm." Mr Evans replied in agreement, settling himself on the park bench. His wife sat next to him,watching the children play tag, reminiscing about Petunia and Lily's childhood... before Lily got her letter.

Both Evanses, lost in their thoughts, looked up, startled, as the park filled with multiple simultaneous cracking noises. Suddenly, the park was filled with people in long, black cloaks, and masks that obscured their faces.

Mr. Evans felt his stomach turn in uneasiness. He jumped up, grabbing his wife's hand, and pulled her to her feet. His eyes searched the park, looking for a way to leave without the cloaked people noticing.

As if on cue, the cloaked people revealed wands and began screaming the same two words, pointing the wands at their victims. People all around them fell, the park becoming unrecognizable in the panic.

The Evanses began to run, holding each other's hands as if their lives depended on their grip.

CRACK.

A tall, cloaked figure with a frightening mask appeared in front of them, holding the wand menacingly in their faces.

"Going somewhere?" The cloaked person growled. Mrs. Evans whimpered. He gripped the wand and yelled:

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Dumbledore sighed as he rolled up a piece of parchment. What a day... meeting with the new minister Cornelius Fudge... marauder pranks... a hallway full of foam...

A pecking on the window broke his reverie. A brown owl sat on the windowsill, steadily tapping with it's beak; a small scroll tied to it's leg.

Groaning internally, Dumbledore opened the window. The little bird extended it's leg, and Dumbledore removed the scroll. It was sealed with a very familiar symbol. He tore it open as the bird flew away.

"Oh my." He breathed, his eyes scanning the parchment. The letter fluttered to the floor as Dumbledore slammed his office door behind him. The only thing on his mind was getting to the Gryffindor common room as fast as possible.

"Bellatrix, is the deed done?"

"Yes, my lord. Panic is spreading. They have trouble explaining this one." Bellatrix cackled insanely.

"Excellent. You have done well."

"Thank you, my lord." Bellatrix bowed to him, then after he waved her away she turned.

"My lord? The mudblood Lily Evans- her parents were killed in our attack." Her lord looked up at this news- Bellatrix would have sworn he smiled.

"Wonderful. She will be afraid. You may go, Bellatrix." Bellatrix smiled, feeling wholesomely rewarded, as she left the room.

So I came up with this idea in science class last week, and decided to go with it. I know it's short, but it's just a prologue. I'm hoping everything will be longer as we get going. My first story, so reviews are greatly appreciated!

-The next Padfoot