Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I do not own Harry Potter. Is that a big surprise to anyone? It belongs to J.K Rowling.
Warnings: Will have slash and "normal gender" pairing. Couples however, have not been decided…yet.
This is a time travel and is kind of an alternate universe story. I've never actually read past the Goblet of Fire book…so please ignore anything that is technically incorrect.
This prologue is suppose to be short. And no, my future chapters will not be written this way. This is only the prologue. And depending what reviews say, I may continue this. Need to see if readers will actually read this. No point in continuing if no one is not going to read it.
By the way, this is my first piece of writing. So be lenient, ok?
No flamers please.
KEY
BOLD – Person number one (not telling yet)
Italics- Person number two (not telling yet)
UNDERLINE – Person number three (not telling yet)
Prologue
Why do you insist on doing this?
A young voice replied the question.
My reasons are my own, my Lord.
How many times have I ordered you not to call me that?
A small chuckle was heard.
I have lost count after 328.
Another voice rang in the area interrupting the pair.
And yet you insist on calling both of us that title.
About time you arrived, dear. I think my plants have withered while waiting for your late arrival.
Sarcasm does not suit you…my oh-so-high-one.
A small laugh erupted from the youngest voice.
The two of you will never change.
It's been nearly four thousand years for us…do you really think this old idiotic-pompous-stupid-looking-lunatic will change?
I can say the same for you too.
A scream interrupted the area. The almost blissful tone that surrounded the three figures was gone in an instance.
I see it is time for you to go.
I guess it is.
Tell us if anything happens.
You know I always do.
Liar. We can smell the blood on you.
Silence.
You cannot continue to torture yourself like this. We may not reach you in time if something dire does happen to you. We value you as a friend and thus we value you alive. I do not wish to receive a letter informing me of your death.
A sigh.
Promise us you will take care of yourself. And, I do not mean those simple promises that you humans make and easily break. I mean a promise in our laws that are only breakable if you die. Your well being is that important to us my child.
I promise…thank you.
An eyebrow rose.
Whatever for my child?
For caring…and showing as well as guiding me to everything I have ever wanted. And of course, giving me this.
A small box was held in his hands.
It was our pleasure. And when we promise something, we always keep it. It is our rule.
I bid you good luck on your…'journey'. Don't forget to contact us when you've adapted yourself to your destination.
The two older figures turned around and slowly vanished into the mist that had at first surrounded the three of them. The taller figure with ankle reaching silky, silver hair and a pair of glowing greenish-blue eyes raised two fingers in a salute. The slightly shorter figure besides the male waved his hand as a good bye as they slowly disappeared, his crimson knee reaching hair slightly swaying in the wind.
The remaining figure stood there. His raven coloured hair framed his dark, green emerald eyes. A distinctive scar was covered slightly by his bangs.
A drop of crimson splattered onto the ground as he unclenched his fist where his nails had cut through his skin when the word 'journey' had been mentioned.
A howl was heard in the wind.
I will not fail.
Author's note: Review please. Advice and any mistakes I made will be heard and thus corrected. Give me your opinions. I need to know if I should continue this or just plan a new story.