Our Curse

Prologue

Some people learn magic, through years of training and support they learn to channel their energies for the greater good of others. For other gifted individuals it's a natural skill, it comes like breathing and walking. These people show the greatest potential, but are dangerously feared by others outside. When this happens magic can become a curse. This much seemed obvious on the day, lost in history, when this child was abandoned.

Two hooded figures huddled in the corner of a street alley. Heavy rain added to their cover on the pitch black night. Not even the moon was out. Every light in the town was turned off. It was not due to electricity though.

"Did we lose them?" The female asked, clutching a baby to her chest.

"I think so" the male panted, his breath forming a foggy cloud. He took out his wand and quietly whispered "Lumos" A dim light shone, allowing the parents to see no more than a few feet in front of them. They listened for a minute, verifying that their pursuers were not nearby. They then dashed across the street, to the nearby orphanage.

"Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" the mother asked "It seems like putting her in the hands of the muggles would be the worst thing we could do"

"It's the only thing we can do. You know that if we put her with the magicals there's too much of a risk that they'll either kill her or send her to…to…."

"Azkaban"

The father nodded "Her natural ability is too great, the council will want to eliminate her before she becomes capable of great destruction. She is not safe with our kind"

"You're right. I just wish things could be different for her" She gently kissed the infant's forehead, tears running down her cheeks. She then placed her at the doorstep of the orphanage. Her husband took her hand "It's time"

The two of them ran into the darkness. Then, a minute later, a single word rang throughout the night: "Avada Kadabra!"

The child was found the next day on the doorstep with only a note that read on name: Aina.