This Is What Dreams Are Made Of
By: Ranariel
Chapter: Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the 'Lord of the Rings' series. They are owned by J.R.R Tolkien and any other affiliates that produce the movies and/or accompanying books. I also don't own any of the characters, spells or locations from the 'Harry Potter' series. They are owned by J.K Rowling and affiliates.
A/N: This is the third time I have re-done this chapter so if you've read another/both versions I apologize and please enjoy. Incase of any confusion as to why I am writing over the story, it's because of the way my character Alex turned out, but it actually took a comment to make me realize that, so thank you Saber Apricot.
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Valentine's Day found sisters Alex and Alana McRory at their home near the outskirts of London. Alana was getting ready for her date in her bathroom, while Alex was reading 'Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring' in Alana's room.
"Don't you ever get tired of reading that book, and have you seen my red lip gloss?" asked Alana as she came out of the bathroom, and started searching around her chest of drawers, which the television was on.
"This book is a classic, thank you very much and your lip gloss is in your bag by your left foot where it has been since you came home," said Alex, not taking her eyes off of the book. "You used to like this book when you were a kid, and then you grew up."
"Evil here is not as simple to take care of, than evil in Middle-Earth. You don't just drop a ring in a volcano and evil is vanquished forever. Here we actually have to find the Dark Lord and his evil henchmen and we have to bring them to justice. It's all more complicated. Now on a different note, you have got to get out of the house instead of wallowing in your 'singleness'." said Alana as she walked back into the bathroom.
"I don't 'wallow', and I am not single. I'm career minded. There is a difference," said Alex, looking up from her book.
"You're just avoiding relationships because you don't want to get hurt," said Alana, poking her head out of the bathroom to look at Alex.
"You're going to be late for your date if you don't leave now," said Alex, looking back down at the book signaling the end of the conversation.
"I don't know why I bother myself with you." Alana mumbled as she walked to her bed to pick up her black bag.
"Have fun," said Alex as she kept reading.
"I plan on it," said Alana as she apparated.
Alex continued reading, or at least she tried, for at least five minutes. Then she slammed the book down.
"I don't wallow, and I am not using work as an excuse to avoid relationships. I date; the last date I went on was…" then she stopped, staring at the cover of the book. "I do not use work as an excuse. Little sisters, nothing but a pain."
Alex picked the book up off of the floor and started to read again. But Alana's words kept ringing through her mind. Alex put the book down again and leaned back into the chair. As she thought, she tapped her index finger on the chair handle. It was a telltale sign that Alex was in deep thought or greatly frustrated, and at this time, it was the former.
"I need to go work out," said Alex, getting up from the chair.
Alex and Alana's house was, from the outside, a regular looking townhouse. It had a basement on the ground level when you entered the house. On the second floor were the kitchen, dining room and powder room and on the third floor were the bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms, and the sisters' studies. However, beneath the initial basement was another: this one was larger than the original basement. The strange thing about the basement was that it looked like a dojo. Both Alex and Alana had been raised with the ideology that there were more ways to fight than with just a wand. So there were many different weapons on the walls and cases. Alex walked over to a table, placed her wand down on it, and walked over to a case and picked up the sword that was in the case. It was a Japanese katana and the only thing that Alex had of her mother's besides a strange locket that both she and Alana had.
Alex moved to the center of the room and breathed in and out deeply a few times. She then started her usual routine: she pictured a faceless foe and started to defend herself. She was so caught up in her routine that she never noticed the wind that had started to pick up around her. When Alex noticed the wind she stopped moving. However, the wind kept going. Alex put her hand up to shield her eyes from the strange light that also seemed to appear suddenly. Then as quickly as it picked up, the wind and light vanished, taking Alex along with them.
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A/N: This is the first of a few restructurings of the story. New chapters will be on hold until after restructurings are complete which will take place everyday until every chapter has been restructured or minor changes have been made. Comments on the story are appreciated, and welcome.
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