Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (There'll be some original ones later, but I'm sure you'll find them on your own.) they belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot, however, is loosely based on the movie 'Mississippi Burning'. Excellent movie, btw, you should all watch!

A/N: Warning; this will eventually turn out H/Hr. Don't like, don't read. I don't want any stupid comments about Hermione and Ron are (For an example) made for each other, blah, blah. I disagree and the only thing you'll succeed in is making yourself look like an idiot. Clear? Good.

I'm from Denmark, and we haven't gotten to the point in the English lessons, where we learn punctuations and commas. Sorry. I hope it isn't too awful. I'd love a beta-reader if anyone should be so inclined. But please make sure you can commit, at least for a little while. I've tried working with other people, but some doesn't even take the trouble to do the first chapter.

Britian Burning - Prologue

The house burned and the smell of death spread. Flames licking the wooden house, tauntingly, as if saying; I won.

"No! That's the wrong way! You had to turn left there!" The redheaded man chastised, and pointed at the map. "You got us down the wrong road! Turn the car!"

The other guy, a blonde one, shook his head, though still concentrating on the road. "No. It's the right way. I'm sure. Just trust me, Jack."

Jack rolled his eyes "It'll take an hour more to take this road. But whatever you want!" He threw his arms in the air as if saying 'I give up' or 'Typical'.

The blonde guy smiled and sped up a bit. They should reach the village before long.

An almost blinding light shone right in the blonde guy's face, he screamed and the car sways a bit. Then it was gone. "What the bloody hell? Jack, check out what that was!" The guy commanded.

Jack opened the window and looked out. "There's nothing here." Jack stated and looked at the blonde guy "You alright Michael? We can pull over if you'd like."

Michael shook his head. "Check again. I'm certain I saw someone…" he said and sounded a bit shook up though calmly steering the car down the little road, that was so far away from any form of population. Jack looked out again. At first he saw nothing then "Holy shit! Speeder as far as it can go, Michael! We need away!" he screamed in panic, and hurriedly closed the window. Michael looked at the scared Jack, not speeding up at all. "What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Jack needn't answer because at that exact moment, Michael saw what Jack had seen. There were faces all around them… on a closer look. People… real live people. Flying. Smirking and trying to pressure the car of the road.

Michael hurriedly pressed the speeder as hard as he could and turned off the road… he'd lose them in the woods. The chase was on. The flying people bumped into the car, surprisingly, almost supernaturally hard, almost turning the car over.

Michael stepped the breaks, and got out the car. If he couldn't get away, he'd figure out what these things wanted. Or even if they were just a figment of his imagination.

The flying people stopped and got off; what was that? Brooms? On a closer inspection he deemed they were 5 people. One of them smirked and got closer. He pulled up something from a pocket in the weird cloak he was wearing, a piece of wood… Michael almost snorted; they were going to point a stick at his head? Though he felt a clenching at his stomach; they were 5 against 2.

The one nearing had long blonde hair, blue eyes and a pale skin. His perfect white teeth and perfect skin would have made any woman swoon. Had the smile not been so twisted…? It seemed sick. Michael was sure it meant no good.

Behind him two big burly men, fat, not so tall, muscular men… who seemed as if they were in on a really good joke. One of them cracked his knuckles and grinned at Michael. Michael's breath hitched, and he stared wide eyed around… why did he seem unable to move? To even talk?

The man with the long blonde hair pointed the piece of wood towards Michael's neck. "Oh dear. What have we seemed to have caught here?" He asked in a smooth voice that sent chills up Michael's spine. "Crabbe; Get the other out of the car and bring him here." He sneered and in a sudden move threw Michael down in the mud with a wave of his arm which held the piece of wood.

The one who had been crackling his knuckles before got over to the car door and in swoop smashed the glass with one hand and pulled Jack back out. Jack was terrified; Michael was almost certain the red colour of his hair had etched down a tad. Crabbe pulled Jack over the ground and threw him next to Michael. Crabbe's knuckles were bleeding though he didn't seem to notice. Perhaps he was just too dim for that.

The blonde guy sneered at Jack and Michael and gazed down at them for a bit before suddenly throwing a kick in Michael's stomach.

"Filthy muggle." He sneered and threw another kick at him. This time it hit Michael in the face and he cried out in pain.

He pointed the piece of wood at Jack and in a smooth voice uttered the words "Avada Kedavra" A green light shone bright and Michael closed his eyes to block the light. The light quickly disappeared and Michael opened his eyes. To find Jack with closed eyes completely lifeless.

Before he could utter a word the words rung again and he died.

A/N: Read and review, please. :-)