Author's Note: This is my first story. I hope you'll be able to enjoy it. Feel free to leave comments and critiques, it's the best way to improve my writing. A huge shout out to Sage Ra and Shroud09 for allowing me to use their stories (Harry Potter and the Elemental's Power & Magical origins) as a basis for my own. They're great stories for some light reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, aside from my own characters and my own plot. JK Rowling does. I'm just writing this for my own enjoyment and as an internship to improve my writing. So without further ado:


Prologue

10th August, 1980

Somewhere in England in a house which no one knew about and couldn't be found even if they did, a man was staring, startled, at a small cube lying on a shelf across the room. The man stood 5'11'' with brown eyes and black hair. If one were to guess his age, they would place him around thirty years old. His most striking feature, though, was his eyes. They seemed far older than this seemingly harmless man had any right to be.

The cube on the shelf was vibrating. It was this phenomenon that triggered the man's surprise; it wasn't odd considering the cube hadn't done so in nearly two centuries. As the cube slowed its vibration to a halt, the face of the cube closest to the man suddenly flashed with color, separating into two halves. One half showed yellow fading into red, while the other half showed blue fading into white.

The man's stare broken, a wide, excited grin broke across his face. Turning around, he took a deep breath and yelled, "PEN! Pen, get down here!"

"What is it!?" came a muffled voice from across the building.

"I've got something to show you!" he yelled again.

A few seconds later, there occurred an odd distortion in the air near the man. Suddenly, the distortion revealed a woman fading into view, as if she been there, waiting to coalesce into view. The woman stood a scant few inches shorter than the man with auburn hair and blue-green eyes, which seemed to exude a wisdom similar to the man. She turned to the man with the air of somebody interrupted in the middle of an important discovery.

As if sensing her annoyed glare, the man gestured to the innocent looking cube, amused to see her reaction. Her widened eyes and the loud, short silence did not disappoint.

"Two of them?" she gasped, suddenly looking deeply interested. "That's a first. And two colors? For the both of them?!"

"That more than anything is why I'm so excited for the future right now. You see how the one color fades into another? I've got a theory and if it's true, the world is in for a surprise," the man responded, stroking his chin.

Quiet for a few moments, she suddenly breaks the silence. "Fire and ice, it says?"

"Perhaps not, Pen. While red normally promises fire and blue points at water, the white and yellow reveal greater possibilities. My guess is that the fading represents a promise of evolution, from fire to lightning, and from ice to frost." The man replied, still pondering the situation.

"I can't wait to see Ollivander's reaction when they walk in. Maybe he'll finally see our gift in action!" she cried, positively radiating excitement.

"So when do we bring them here?" she asked him.

"When the time is right," he said, embracing her.