Prologue- Winter, 1995
The little blue house in downtown Surrey looked just like any other on the street. By looking at the house, no one would ever think there was anything unusual about it. And indeed, to some, the house, and it's inhabitant would seem completely normal. But even in the owner's life of magic, she was considered unusual. Inside the house, in a comfortable living area, a fire crackled merrily in the hearth. The woman was sitting in the small, overstuffed armchair in front of the fire with a newspaper floating open in front of her. The heading of the article the women was reading said 'Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lies?' The woman chuckled quietly at something in the article.
"Foolish ministry. Why can't they just look Potter in the face and admit, 'He's back'?" The woman sighed, shaking her head. The cat in the women's lap mewed indigently, as she had stopped petting him. The smile stayed on her face as resumed the gentle stroking of the cat.
"Not to worry, Romulus. Soon, they will have to admit that the Dark Lord is indeed back, and when they do, the chaos will be... most amusing." the woman murmured to the striped cat now purring contently in her lap. The woman gazed at the picture in the article. The young black haired boy wasn't smiling, his green eyes dull with no emotion.
"The boy shall kill the Dark Lord," she mused. "I can sense it. But he will not survive even after that." The woman chuckled slightly at that. She looked at the picture again. "Yes, Harry Potter will die, if I can help it. He will pay, in some way." And with that, the woman waved her wand, closing the newspaper, and started to pet her cat again, the wrinkles in her hand being caught in the firelight.