Prologue
Screams filled the air as two wizards burst through the crowds. They came upon a roaring fire and the red-haired one muttered, "Damn, we are too late."
The dark-haired one shook his head and pointed silently. The two figures in the fire were moving. The fire blew out and away from the two figures, one holding a long stick that issued the wind that caused the fire to flee. Out stepped the two women from the blaze.
The first, tall and stately even in her worn blue peasant dress, looked upon the males with quick deep blue eyes with a strange bronze ring around the pupil. Her dark brown hair that was nearly black was held in a straggly bun. Her face was smudged with soot but the way she stared at the two men was dangerous. The second was shorter and her strawberry blonde hair fell into her face as her kind brown eyes watched them warily. There was danger hid in their depths, it was better hidden then the first's but still there and just as strong. Her faded yellow dress was nearly black and charred in places all the way to her bare feet.
The two stopped before them and waited to see if they were to proclaim peace or attack. The red-haired man held up his hand and extended two fingers, the sign of the magical community. They both visibly relaxed before looking at the crowd that was frozen in shock. The second turned to the men and raised an eyebrow before the four of them left, walking away from the muggle village.