Fourteen Years Ago---Somewhere in England The old house was long since abandoned but for this woman, would suffice as shelter. The windows stared out at her like eyes, forbidding her to enter their chambers. The woman, though quite scared, cradled a cut on her arm and walked into, what would be her hell. After stepping in, a blistery autumn wind closed the door behind her, the hinges creaked and then it slammed. The woman jumped, shaken slightly, causing a rickety floorboard to creak beneath her feet. "I should have just stayed in the car," she said, regretting letting her husband go off alone in search of a gas station three miles down the road. She walked further into the dilapidated old house, scanning her surroundings every so often with eagle's eyes. Fishing into the folds of her skirt, she reached for her wand,"Lumos," she said as the tip of her wand lit the hallway in front of her," And I promised John I'd stop using magic" she laughed to herself as she, with a more cheerful disposition, entered another room of the large house. Meanwhile, the woman did not know that above her head there was someone watching her every move and who was highly fascinated by her. She never saw the evil thoughts within that corrupted man's head. And last, but not least, she never had the chance to run. As the man and his accomplice made their ways down the stairs, this incredibly beautiful woman was examining the woodwork within the old house. As they crept up behind her, she was dusting off the cover of an old leather bound book. And as he savagely took what innocence was left, she was praying to the gods for a chance. The seed that grew inside of her was from evil. The man was evil; he was the father of evil itself, Voldemort. The woman, like all the rest her kind, knew who he was and feared him. Though she feared the man, she let his child grow within her, sucking the life away from her day after day. Still infinitely beautiful, though the life left her veins more and more each day, cast a spell on herself to preserve her life until her child would inherit its powers, and then she would simply die.but not before she had a chance to give her daughter the gift of life.