Prologue: The Chase
Disclaimer: Typical disclaimer applies, You know the stuff where I say that all the characters and places and stuff like that belong to J.K Rowling and all that. Yes sadness right that just one person should have claim to all those characters and the money that comes from them, but *sigh* what can we do.
A/N: ok this is my first fan fic so umm yeah I hope u like it. please review too cuz like I really need to know what u guys think..please
Towering oaks gathered around the lone house, protecting it from the prying eyes of unwanted guests. The windows glowed with warmth and inside of it a mother rocked her sleeping baby with love. The child who seemed only a few months old already had a thick head of raven black hair. The mother humming to the child rocked slowly back and forth listening to the sounds of the forest. Crickets chirping, the occasional croke of a tree frog, and the incessant call of the whipper-wheel.
The mother listened and rocked, dozing into short bouts of sleep, but always aware of her surroundings. She protected her child from a danger that had not yet found her, but she knew it was coming. It had taken her husband and her only son. She held the last remnants of her family in her arms, vowing that her daughter would not be taken.
The moon had risen high above the oaks, casting a silver light on the dark forest below and filtering through the gauzy curtains of the home. The mother still listening, hoping she was wrong. Mere moments before, the crack of a branch had sounded, and all the night's creatures had gone silent. The mother sat at her window, catching only slight movement in the trees.
"Please be the wind", she prayed silently, a tear running down her cheek. Walking back to her chair, she placed her baby in her crib, and began to prepare for the worse.
A polished wand made of willow in hand, she placed charms of protection on her child. Then turning she grabbed a bag and packed her child's favorite blanket, her certificate of birth, a stuffed animal (a small dragon with incandescent wings, also charmed for protection), and then she added the few pictures of her family she owned (they had been taken by a muggle just before her sons death).
The last item she was going to add she decided she would place on her child, it was a skeleton key with the number 696 and the letter G on it. This key she strung on a long silver chain and placed it around her daughter's small neck.
Outside the crack of another branch sounded and a dark, cloaked figure approached from the back entrance. The figure seemed to hover above the ground it was so graceful, filling the woman with fear.
Tossing her knapsack over her shoulder, she grabbed her child and rushed to the front entrance, making for the cover of the dark trees. She hoped above all hope the figure would not be quick enough to catch her as she ran speedily through the trees.
The woman veered to the right, following a path hikers used on nature walks. In the distance she could see the sun peeking above the horizon. She was going to make it, she and her baby would be safe. It was her only hope, her continued prayer, but all odds were against her.
A deep voice boomed behind her, shouting a curse that just barely missed her. Not turning to look, the woman gained speed, fleeing from the danger behind her.
Rounding a corner, she chanced a look at her pursuer. He was nowhere in site. She had lost him for the moment, and she was going to use what little time she had to find a hiding place.
Searching the area beside the hiking trail, she noticed a large oak about fifty feet away from where she stood, and made her way to the tree.
As she had hoped the tree was large enough for her slim body to hide behind. Crouching behind the tree, the mother whispered a silencing charm to mask her heavy breathing, and watched in fear as her pursuer rounded the corner.
He wore a look of anger on his pale face, his long platinum blonde hair disheveled and flecked with dead twigs. He swore profusely and stalked farther up the trail still searching for his prey.
---------------------------- A half an hour had passed, the man was gone, the woman's fear subsiding slightly. Breathing a sigh of relief, the slim bodied mother slipped from behind the tree and slinked back to the hiking trail.
Sweeping her head from side to side, she checked the path.
The man was nowhere in sight, but she knew he was still searching for her. The dark lord wouldn't permit him to come back without her.
Freezing immediately, she thought about the persistence of this man. He was after her, not her child, but if he caught her he would kill them both with out a second thought to the child. Or he could, and it was doubtful, raise the child to serve the dark lord. And neither of these things she could permit, she would leave her child in hopes that she could come back once she had dealt with the death eater, or maybe someone would find her baby girl.
Tears coursed down her cheeks as she laid the baby down on the soft leaves of the forest, putting the backpack behind the child's head as a pillow. The woman felt as if she might throw up.
How could she leave her child in the forest, even with all her charms, it wasn't safe. The child may never be found, what if she, herself, died and no one found her daughter.
She would ask the forest spirits for help, for she believed in the old gods. They would surely help her now.
And she called to the spirits seeking their help, met with a reassuring breeze, the woman felt the air around her become thick with magic. A voice whispered into her ears that the forest was listening, they would watch the child. The voice whispered this but seemed to echo it's words throughout the forest. It was the voice of the trees, they would watch, they would protect. Standing with confidence, the woman said goodbye to daughter, and made her way to the path. She followed it searching out the blonde haired man. When she found him, they fought. Curses flew from one to the other, but the last curse hit the woman with deadly force. It filled her with a green light and above her body rose the mark of the death eater. The man's evil laughter was the last thing she heard.
Hours passed with the child lying under the trees watching their leaves dance. She giggled as the breeze tickled her face, calling the attention of a young woman hiking up the trail on an early morning walk. The forest watched her in silence. She was a muggle, but she was good of heart. She picked up the baby, cooing to it, and tickling its tiny feet. But the forest was not done with the child, the forest spirits never do anything without a price. The spirits searched the child for a small bit of magic, that was all it wanted. Not all the magic the child would use, but the magic it would use at its showing was enough. And not only would it be enough, it would keep the secret of magic from the muggle. Yes, this magic would work perfectly. With a strong wind, the forest spirits swept through the child taking her showing magic, without the notice of her new mother, and it would keep all of her powerful magic hidden until the young witch called upon it.
Disclaimer: Typical disclaimer applies, You know the stuff where I say that all the characters and places and stuff like that belong to J.K Rowling and all that. Yes sadness right that just one person should have claim to all those characters and the money that comes from them, but *sigh* what can we do.
A/N: ok this is my first fan fic so umm yeah I hope u like it. please review too cuz like I really need to know what u guys think..please
Towering oaks gathered around the lone house, protecting it from the prying eyes of unwanted guests. The windows glowed with warmth and inside of it a mother rocked her sleeping baby with love. The child who seemed only a few months old already had a thick head of raven black hair. The mother humming to the child rocked slowly back and forth listening to the sounds of the forest. Crickets chirping, the occasional croke of a tree frog, and the incessant call of the whipper-wheel.
The mother listened and rocked, dozing into short bouts of sleep, but always aware of her surroundings. She protected her child from a danger that had not yet found her, but she knew it was coming. It had taken her husband and her only son. She held the last remnants of her family in her arms, vowing that her daughter would not be taken.
The moon had risen high above the oaks, casting a silver light on the dark forest below and filtering through the gauzy curtains of the home. The mother still listening, hoping she was wrong. Mere moments before, the crack of a branch had sounded, and all the night's creatures had gone silent. The mother sat at her window, catching only slight movement in the trees.
"Please be the wind", she prayed silently, a tear running down her cheek. Walking back to her chair, she placed her baby in her crib, and began to prepare for the worse.
A polished wand made of willow in hand, she placed charms of protection on her child. Then turning she grabbed a bag and packed her child's favorite blanket, her certificate of birth, a stuffed animal (a small dragon with incandescent wings, also charmed for protection), and then she added the few pictures of her family she owned (they had been taken by a muggle just before her sons death).
The last item she was going to add she decided she would place on her child, it was a skeleton key with the number 696 and the letter G on it. This key she strung on a long silver chain and placed it around her daughter's small neck.
Outside the crack of another branch sounded and a dark, cloaked figure approached from the back entrance. The figure seemed to hover above the ground it was so graceful, filling the woman with fear.
Tossing her knapsack over her shoulder, she grabbed her child and rushed to the front entrance, making for the cover of the dark trees. She hoped above all hope the figure would not be quick enough to catch her as she ran speedily through the trees.
The woman veered to the right, following a path hikers used on nature walks. In the distance she could see the sun peeking above the horizon. She was going to make it, she and her baby would be safe. It was her only hope, her continued prayer, but all odds were against her.
A deep voice boomed behind her, shouting a curse that just barely missed her. Not turning to look, the woman gained speed, fleeing from the danger behind her.
Rounding a corner, she chanced a look at her pursuer. He was nowhere in site. She had lost him for the moment, and she was going to use what little time she had to find a hiding place.
Searching the area beside the hiking trail, she noticed a large oak about fifty feet away from where she stood, and made her way to the tree.
As she had hoped the tree was large enough for her slim body to hide behind. Crouching behind the tree, the mother whispered a silencing charm to mask her heavy breathing, and watched in fear as her pursuer rounded the corner.
He wore a look of anger on his pale face, his long platinum blonde hair disheveled and flecked with dead twigs. He swore profusely and stalked farther up the trail still searching for his prey.
---------------------------- A half an hour had passed, the man was gone, the woman's fear subsiding slightly. Breathing a sigh of relief, the slim bodied mother slipped from behind the tree and slinked back to the hiking trail.
Sweeping her head from side to side, she checked the path.
The man was nowhere in sight, but she knew he was still searching for her. The dark lord wouldn't permit him to come back without her.
Freezing immediately, she thought about the persistence of this man. He was after her, not her child, but if he caught her he would kill them both with out a second thought to the child. Or he could, and it was doubtful, raise the child to serve the dark lord. And neither of these things she could permit, she would leave her child in hopes that she could come back once she had dealt with the death eater, or maybe someone would find her baby girl.
Tears coursed down her cheeks as she laid the baby down on the soft leaves of the forest, putting the backpack behind the child's head as a pillow. The woman felt as if she might throw up.
How could she leave her child in the forest, even with all her charms, it wasn't safe. The child may never be found, what if she, herself, died and no one found her daughter.
She would ask the forest spirits for help, for she believed in the old gods. They would surely help her now.
And she called to the spirits seeking their help, met with a reassuring breeze, the woman felt the air around her become thick with magic. A voice whispered into her ears that the forest was listening, they would watch the child. The voice whispered this but seemed to echo it's words throughout the forest. It was the voice of the trees, they would watch, they would protect. Standing with confidence, the woman said goodbye to daughter, and made her way to the path. She followed it searching out the blonde haired man. When she found him, they fought. Curses flew from one to the other, but the last curse hit the woman with deadly force. It filled her with a green light and above her body rose the mark of the death eater. The man's evil laughter was the last thing she heard.
Hours passed with the child lying under the trees watching their leaves dance. She giggled as the breeze tickled her face, calling the attention of a young woman hiking up the trail on an early morning walk. The forest watched her in silence. She was a muggle, but she was good of heart. She picked up the baby, cooing to it, and tickling its tiny feet. But the forest was not done with the child, the forest spirits never do anything without a price. The spirits searched the child for a small bit of magic, that was all it wanted. Not all the magic the child would use, but the magic it would use at its showing was enough. And not only would it be enough, it would keep the secret of magic from the muggle. Yes, this magic would work perfectly. With a strong wind, the forest spirits swept through the child taking her showing magic, without the notice of her new mother, and it would keep all of her powerful magic hidden until the young witch called upon it.