Hello there, hope you enjoy this. I do not own anything but my characters. (Not even this prologue).

I will tell you a story.

The words above are the most difficult for any writer, so I'm told.

Put another way: how one begins. I have plagiarized my favorite author's first attempt at storytelling. Her opening line has always stuck with me for its simplicity

So, I have begun.

I must warn you that even if I am a professional at this, I can't remember when I last put pen to paper. But I've decided once again to talk with my mind.

I'm not writing this with any intention of presenting it for publication. I'm afraid it's more selfish than that. I am at a stage of my life everyone dreads – that of filling my days with the past, because there is little future left.

It is something to do.

And I think that my story – the story of my mother and a fantastic journey – is an interesting one.

You thought it was a story of my life? Ih no, my life was a calm one, but the one I will tell you is about my parents.

I know everyone thinks that about their story too. And it's true. Every human being has a fascinating existence, with a big cast of good and evil characters in each.

And almost always, somewhere along the way, magic.

Some might think what I will tell you it's a lie, but what happened to my mom was something beyond imagination. Perhaps that's the reason I've always believed in magic. And as I've grown older, I've realized that a fairy tale is an allegory for the great dance of life we all undertake from the moment we are born.

And there is no escape until the day we die.

So, Dear Reader – I can speak to you as such because I must presume that my story has found an audience if you are one – let me tell you the story of my parents.

And as I sit here mulling over the story I will tell you, there's an overriding theme. It is, of course, love, and the choices we all make because of it.

Many of you will immediately think I refer to love between a man and a woman, and yes, there's plenty of that. But there are other precious form which are equally powerful; that of a parent's love for a child, for example. There is also the obsessive, destructive kind, wreaks havoc.

I will guide you through the story of how my mother, Cathrine Watson, entered into a world of magic that only existed in her books, and brought light into the life of a lost man, named Severus Snape.

I think I'll begin when Miss Watson was a young woman of Twenty Six years old, in a night that changed her life forever.

Once Upon a Time…

Well, hi there! Let me explain how this will work. I have this story written since I was eleven years old. It was my first fanfic and now I have decided to write it with a new view of the 'world' (since now I am 20). I've read this week the fanfic named "The Visitor", but it is sad to know that there's no more new chapters since 2012. So please understand this is not a copy of that, even if it will remember it in some parts. I will try to make something complety new, even if the plot of the main character is alike. Cathrine is from our world who read the books by J.K. and now is at Hogwarts and will have a 'friendship' with Snape.

And this prologue it is from a book I read, so it is not complety original, but I made some modifications, because it's perfect. Hope you review so I know I can continue!

PLEASE, REVIEW! :)