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Prologue:
"Once done it cannot be undone, for it cannot be stopped or prevented, those who try will only fail. For the boy who was born in the early days of June will oppose his family and defy his purity by destroying the bloodline. To keep the bloodline pure, the boy must die."
The wild haired witch turned to her sister whose face had changed to a deathly shade of pale, she advanced on Trelawney and shrieked," YOU LIE," before grasping her wand tighter and screaming, "AVADA KADAVRA!"
The baby with the blonde hair began to cry as green light filled the room. The baby's mother looked at her sister, "You stay away from my son."
"Cissy we must," at this the blonde witch strode over to her son protectively. "Imagine what his father would think having someone like him break our family bloodline," the wild haired witch lifter her wand and directed it at her nephew.
"Please he's my son, your nephew!" she grasped the crying boy tightly in her arms.
"Cissy, I warned you, I will not have someone like him in my family. You heard what the old traitor said."
"No, please," begged the boy's mother.
The witch's wild haired curls flung over her shoulder in a menacing way as she flicked her wand and spoke the killing curse.
Her sister turned her shoulder into the curse to shield it from hitting her son and immediately the baby boy fell from his mother's arms as she crumpled to the floor.
The infant's cries faded from the wild haired witch's mind as she began to realise what she had just done, "Cissy?" She heard no reply from her now dead sister.
Deep within the Ministry for Magic the blonde boy's father fell in agony to the marble floor screaming in pain as he realised a piece of him had just been taken away. He knew straight away that something was wrong, his reason for existence had been taken away at that very moment. Picking himself up he darted to the nearest floo network, threw his body into the flames that immediately licked his skin with a warm sensation as he thought of his manor.
Coming to his senses he leapt from his fireplace and heard the cries of his only son. He snapped his head towards the sound and there before him in a heap on the floor was his wife.
Seeing her lifeless body intensified a great deal of anger within him as her knew his life would never be the same again. He glanced away from his wife and turned to his sister-in-law who was repeating her dead sister's name over and over. Without warning she flourished her wand and all the windows shattered, glass raining down on all of them.
He ran over to his son and cradled him in his arms as her saw the Aurors now beginning to arrive from the ministry to arrest the wretched witch. As he closed his eyes he knew that he would never get the image of his deceased wife out of his head.
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