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Prolouge

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The characters in the below story don't belong to me with the exception of Adele Lazkona. Adele's looks have been based of that of model/wrestler Stacy Keibler.

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//: Date: January 13, 1984 :\\

//: Scene: Ext. Ministry of Magic :\\

High heeled shoes clicked lightly against cobblestones as the young hieress known as Adele Marieanne Lazkona left her job at the Ministry. She was a rather unimportant employee... She worked in the landscape reparation department. Yet, she did her job with a smile upon her face, even if she didn't need it.

But why should she spend her life in a state of banality due to her family? Yes, they were pureblooded and had earned their living through importing and exporting. However, she had always been the black sheep. Not only because she was the eldest of three children, but because of the fact she was illegitiment.

During the first year of their marriage, Bunny Jostle-Lazkona had had an affair with a muggle. A non-magical one at that. The reason she had given for such conduct? Her husband was never around. It was true that Alfredirti Lazkona saw his wife very often, but he found that no reason to commit a horrid act.

However, for social reasons, the two remained together and raised the little girl which was the product of the affair.

Adele.

It wasn't as picturesque as some may think, though. Al' was quite scornul, and still is, of his daughter's heritage and wouldn't think twice about rubbing it in her face. It was a common occurance.

Now, she found herself far away from her family in America. Here she was in London making it on her own. She felt liberated. Finally, she was free of their grasp and self-dependent. All was well and she was content with her life.

As soft mutter of displeasure escape under her breath as she felt the rain trickling down upon her golden head. No matter. She quickly put up an umbrella with black material and continued on her way away from the building.

Little did she know that this would be the night to change her life forever.

A clap of thunder rang in her years, startling her a bit. A shake of the head was then given as she convinced herself she was being silly. How wrong she was.

Suddenly, she felt a tremendous pain shoot through her six foot frame. She dropped down to her knees and just felt it radiate. Then, a sharp kick was placed to her jaw from a feminine foot.

There were four of them. Three men, one woman.

Shaking hands tried to grab ahold of the wands within her robes, but, alas, it was broken. A shrill scream was omitted from her throat as her face was them slammed down against the stones, picking up mud and who knows what else.

Wide eyes of a seagreen struggled against the darkness, as well as the blood running down her forehead. Cries of "MUDBLOOD!" and "DAUGHTER OF A WHORE!" rang in her ears. Then, she looked up at the approaching form.

Crooked nose, black hair, eyes of --- she didn't see much else. It was too dark. Plus, she hadn't had time. It was then that that man cast the curse of Inconcinnus upon her head. She heard a laugh, and then it all went black.

When she awoke, her life was ruined.