Holly knew that every individual being had their own destiny. Living in the forest with wisdom-filled centaurs would do that to a girl. On a day that would change her life forever, she received a letter from a place she had never heard of. When she opens that letter, her life will be filled with new friends, uncontrollable memories, and encounters with enemies from before her time.
If you have a problem with the plot of my story, I don't care. This is fanfiction, and it can go anyway that I want. So deal with it, or don't read it at all.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter, only the plot.
Prologue:
A faint silhouette could be seen against the full moon, running in the forest. Clutching a bundle with dear life, the woman wiped tears of panic out of her eyes. She believed her brother would be able to summon a broom and sweep them out of the forest before the werewolves caught up, but that didn't stop her from being scared for her life.
Hearing a howl in the distance, the woman wished she was back to (was it really only hours ago?) when she and her brother were in the woods to study the wildlife for her to wear off the feeling of just being out of the hospital. She clutched her baby tightly, not wanting her newest bundle of joy to have barely lived life.
The woman became afraid when she heard the howling of the werewolves coming closer, but rejoiced in hearing the familiar swoosh of a broom heading her way.
Unfortunately, she tripped on a root underfoot and lost her sleeping baby in the darkness. The baby woke up when she hit the ground, and began crying, both good and bad news.
The mother frantically attempted to find her baby, but to no avail. As she saw her brother fly swiftly to the ground with his broom, she heard a slash on skin and her baby crying even louder. All around the sounds of the forest drowned out whatever was happening in the darkness. The woman began to cry, scared for what was happening to her baby.
Her brother landed beside her on his broom, attempting to get his sister on and away to safety. She protested, but eventually caved in after listening to him and the sound of howling werewolves coming closer.
Sitting behind her brother on his broom, the woman wept into his shoulder, mourning the loss of her baby. Her brother just flew in silence, comforting his sister with just a shoulder to cry on.
So what do you think of it so far? I'm almost done with the first chapter, so it will be up soon.
