This is the official warning here folks! If you're a cannon wh*re please leave now because I will not stick strait to plot, I'm just too lazy. I will keep it on track as much as I can but this is not a Harry-centric story. If bodily injuries are caused when your dreams of a perfectly in order story are shattered I apologize but it was your choice to hit your head on the wall!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I never will, now if you're done crushing my dreams please continue reading. *Sobs into handkerchief*
Also, this is my first story so I would love feedback, offerings will be listed below.
(So... I'm editing before I post again, sorry for those of you who got excited!)
The owl was tawny, with a white moon-like face, nothing mystical at all, no special beauty in its form, but it carried far more than its simple frame led you to believe. For two children it carried their dreams and hopes, their need to prove themselves and test their strengths. Swooping through the open window of the manor house it circled the vaulted ceilings and began to slow, spiraling down towards the long table in the center of the airy room. Four blond heads could be seen as it declined, two immediately glancing upwards at the sound of stalling wings. Young, eager eyes took in the sight of the barn owl laying its load on the corner of the table and moving to an alcove in the wall to rest from the trip.
In a way, for those two children, this was a defining moment, the moment they found out if they were strong enough, magical enough, to continue living in the world they had always known. Though it would be no surprise to the children in the contents of the letters sitting on the table there was still a sense of obligated excitement in the wake of that one owl's arrival. The children's father, a man with long, silvery blonde hair lifted the letters from their place and handed one to the blonde woman beside him. With slow, careless motions he opened the letter he held and unfolded its contents of aged parchment, cold grey eyes flicked across the page and he smirked, for the twist of his lips could in no way be called a smile. The woman beside him did not have his patience and almost tore the envelope in her eagerness to see the words written in spiked cursive lettering. She grinned hugely in her excitement and turned to her son to share the good news. The man simply handed the thick parchment to the girl beside him.
The girl took the paper quietly and smiled simply at the acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and laughed quietly at her doubt. Her dull blonde hair hung in her eyes from the way her mother kept it cropped around her ears, the edges of her thick glasses peaked out from under her bangs where they rested on the bridge of her nose. The glasses made her stone colored eyes appear small and half closed. Her face was small and heart shaped, her cheekbones, like those of her mothers, were high and jutting. She was small but not ill-formed, she was dainty and nimble. She looked very much like her mother in feature, though she had her father's almond shaped eyes. Underneath her shy, quiet exterior she was cunning, but still a child, still easily amused and smiling.
Her brother was almost like looking at the other side of a coin, similar, but very different. His hair was the silvery blond of both parent's, his eyes were wide ovals and silver grey. His face was long and his cheeks, like his fathers, were shallow. He was taller than his sister, in spite of being younger, and moody, his emotions changing faster than you could blink, he was very much him mothers child in that respect. He chattered on about what school would be like with his mother, their whimsical tone echoing off of empty walls and singing through open air. The father glanced at his prattling wife and rolled his eyes as he nudged his coffee cup closer to the girl beside him, she took a sip and returned the cup, exchanging secretive looks with her father. She settled back into her chair and listened happily to her family over breakfast.
Well there's the prologue, what do you think? I would really enjoy reviews! I offer invisible cookies to those who give feedback!