Hey everybody! This is the prologue of a new fanfiction I'm doing, and it's a Harry Potter/Glee crossover, even though none of the central Potter characters will appear. The story starts on July 1st, 2005.

Please R&R! I hope you like it!

July 1st, 2005

Thunk.

Rachel's eyes popped open and flicked to her bedroom window, where the moonlight streamed through onto her flowered quilt like silvery ribbons. The street outside was dark and quiet, lit only by the moon and the occasional, flickering streetlamp. No cars passed by, and no lights shone dimly out of curtained windows. All was silent and pristine.

But Rachel knew that even though the world outside looked tranquil, something had just hit her window. Hard.

She slid slowly out of bed, trying her hardest not to get her legs tangled in the bedclothes, and quietly padded across her pink-carpeted bedroom, heart pounding. Had the noise been made by...a serial killer? Or maybe someone trying to break in? Or possibly even a ghost?

Rachel shuddered slightly at the last one. But she reassured herself calmly that there were no such thing as ghosts, anyway. And besides, nothing was going to hurt her here, especially not the things that go bump in the night. Because, Rachel reminded herself once again, they didn't exist.

She still didn't fail to hold her breath nervously.

Rachel made her way downstairs into the grand foyer, as her dads called it, which was really nothing more than a small room where they kept their coats and hats. She had the oddest feeling that she absolutely HAD to go outside and see what, exactly, had run into her window. For some reason, Rachel knew that it was crucial.

So she opened the front door and crept outside, feeling the rough pavement under her bare feet. The summer night was sticky and hot, and as Rachel watched, a streetlight flickered and went out with a quiet pop. Rachel gulped, suddenly overcome with an intense apprehension. She didn't believe in ghosts during the day, that was true, but in the silence of the night...well, that was another story.

But the nagging feeling of needing to find whatever had crashed into her window overcame her anxiety, so Rachel steeled herself and continued on, walking cautiously over the soft grass to the evergreen bushes right under her bedroom window. She peered into the bushes nervously, wondering what she would see. Yet, to Rachel's relief and slight diappointment, all that was there was a rather large clump of feathers and a piece of paper.

But when Rachel finally realized what she was looking at, it was like all hell broke loose.

"DAD! DAD! PAPA! DADDY! PAPA! THERE'S A HUGE OWL IN THE BUSH...AND IT'S CARRYING A LETTER!"

So...? Do you like it? Please R&R and tell me if I should keep going!