The Cold Ones
Chapter one: prologue
Harry Potter sat alone on a swing in the park near privet drive one night. Some might wonder what a little boy of no more than five was doing out all alone at night. In truth his relatives had kicked him out for using his 'freakishness' to turn his teacher's hair different colors. Contrary to popular belief Harry was very smart he knew that he did magic and that his parents had not died in a car crash. He knew a lot about the war in fact he knew everything Tom Riddle had known and more. Yes he was quite smart indeed. Also, he had mastered wandless magic powerful as Harry was it was never shown it let him have the upper hand but now something didn't feel right it felt cold and forbidding.
A twig snapped and there stood a little girl about five with deathly pale skin, shiny straight black hair with soft auburn highlights that fell gracefully down to her knees, red lips, and entrancing silver and dark blue eyes. She walked over silently and sat down next to him. "You're sad and I don't want you to be." she whispered. "So I will make you like me" it was a statement. He locked gazes with her as she leaned in and bit him. Harry felt some thing dripping on his neck then the pain started like ice slowly moving from the bite all over his body.
