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Wings of Darkness
Prologue
The moon was shining full and bright, illuminating several figures in the dark forest. In a small clearing, sounds of a fight could be heard. There were shouts and curses fired and a lone dark figure could be seen battling several others. Although outnumbered, her head was held high and proud and her movements swift and graceful. She moved with an elegant grace and had deep dark wings emerging from her back, giving her the appearance of a fallen angel. Her beautiful raven hair fell in waves below her shoulders, swaying with the effort. She fought ferociously to protect what was hers, yet it was a battle she was unlikely to win. The hooded dark figures were currently advancing on her and she was quickly tiring.
She dodged and fought with much skill and agility. Missing many fatal blows and giving as many herself. But a well placed curse caught her off guard hitting its target squarely on her chest. As she fell to the ground, her attackers took the opportunity quickly firing a rapid succession of curses to finish her off. She was too dangerous to let live. With her final breath she muttered a few sacred words, to protect the one she held dear to her heart.
The dark figures looked around the clearing, as though searching for something else. But after a while, they left with loud 'cracks' and the clearing was silent again. The night animals' slowly scurrying out of their hiding places as they went about their business. But hidden in the tangled undergrowth was a small bundle, wrapped carefully in fine silk. A pair of deep green eyes peered out at its surroundings, making no noise despite all the fighting that had occurred just a while ago. Somehow, the small child knew that it was not right to cry yet now that the danger was gone, he was all alone.
Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton
Far away from the forest, Lord Voldemort was not happy. His agitation was mirrored by the number of curses thrown at random at his loyal followers. He had been expecting a special person on this dark and cold night. But something had gone terribly wrong and despite being the evil dark lord, he was very worried. This was the night that his dear Emelyn would arrive with the precious bundle that she carried with her. They had met long before he had become Lord Voldemort, when he was still a young man filled with ambition and a vision to change the way things were run. She had been his support throughout the years, standing by him even when he doubted himself.
His wife had been pregnant with child and was on her way to show him his newborn son. He had not seen her for approximately 5 months as it had been felt that it would have been safer for her to stay at his lesser known manor in Switzerland during her pregnancy. He was rather eager yet fearful as well although he would never admit to it. She was due to arrive at the manor sometime that night under cover of darkness but it was currently late and neither his wife nor her escort was in sight. He could barely contain his anxiety; he would kill those fools if they let any harm befall her.
Suddenly one of his death eaters burst into the room and fell to his knees, trembling.
"My Lord, your lady was attacked on her way. We are not sure what happened," stuttered the poor man.
"What do you mean, you don't know what happened! Send out our search parties at once and make sure that you find her," his rage barely contained as he roared at the death eater.
He was certain now that something had occurred and not something good at that.
AN: This is my first fic so forgive me if its not very good. It was a pretty random idea I got and I just felt like writing it down coz I really love to read fanfiction. Please do review and give me some feedback on how it went! Thanks.