Disclaimer Thingie- No alas I do not own the characters they belong in the Harry Potter world. I'm just taking them out on a little adventure.
I could say I own the characters that I have created but sime times I think they have a mind of their own. Then my plot bunny bits me if I try to take all the credit. So come along on the adventure with me and my plot bunny if you want. This is our first fan fic and Alfie- the plot bunny- is shy. So be nice.
This story begins shortly before the birth of Harry Potter and tells us the story of Anna. She was born into a family of proud pure blooded wizards. One day her life takes a fateful twist that leads her down the path to darkness, but her will to live and her belief that what she is doing is wrong changes her life and the life of another. Will it lead them both back up the path and away from the darkness that is trying to consume them. But will they succeed in releasing the grip that darkness has upon them, forever...
Chapter 1
My Life
I was born into world that lives parallel to what most know as the real world. Our society is kept secret from the rest of the world. Or those people we commonly call muggles, non magic folk. We live in a reality where it is common place for one to fly on brooms, brew potions and make things happen by just waving a wand. But our society is has it's prejudges just as most do. We have those who believe being pureblood makes them better. My family is one of these, born from wizard and witches as far back as they can trace. Noble, pure, better than the rest they believe. But some in our world are born to non magic parents or have only one parent that is a witch or wizard. They are known as mudbloods to the pure. Tainted with non magic blood they believe. Not worthy of being one of us and that they should be wiped out as so they can no longer taint our society. They also believe the same about muggles. We the pure should rule the world.
One wizard among us has gained the power and has chosen to lead us in the eradication of the un-pure. My parents have whole heartily joined in and have pledged their allegiance to him. I am only ten years old but the things I've seen happen in my own home will forever haunt me. My parents believe I need to see and know how they eradicate the un-pure from our society. So when I am old enough I will already know how to do these things. Murder, torture, I've seen them beg for their lives. I've seen them die in an instant and I've listened and I have seen them suffer for weeks before dying. Deep down inside I know this is all wrong. I don't want to be a part of this. But how can I escape. There is no way out for me.
So, here I sit dressed in my best on the grand staircase in our stately manor, waiting for my parents. I was told to dress nicely this was to be a special day for me. Most people would be excited if they were told this. But I'm filled, with dread.
I hear foot steps echo off the walls of the hall getting louder as they come closer to me. I look up into the stern face of my father. "Come along now no time to dawdle." he says reaching out his hand taking mine. He drags me down the hall and out onto the back garden bathed in the glow of the setting sun. My mother is already here decked out in her finest. But they do nothing to help her haggard facial features and large hook nose. Luckily I take after my father his features are more pleasing to the eye. She's holding a old teapot in one hand. A portkey, I never have liked traveling by portkey very much.
"Come on you two we don't want to be late. You know what he does to those who are late, darling" she reaches out, grabs me by the arm in a tight grip and jerks me toward her. Oww doesn't she know that hurts like hell. "Grab hold." she commands.
I reach out and touch the teapot. My father joins us and we are whisked to our destination by a tug behind the navel. Ah the yes one of the many ways of travel in our world, Portkey. We can use inanimate objects, as a port if you will, to take us to a certain place at a designated time. We land hard on the ground. I usually fall when we land but this time the death grip my mother has on my arm prevents me. It also prevents the blood from circulating in my arm so I'm glad when she lets go and I get feeling back in my hand. We are outside a large manor house. Witches and wizards are portkeying and apparating in all around us. We proceed toward the entrance hall. I keep getting odd looks and stares from the other wizards there. I'm the only child here that I see as we head along with everyone else into a large ballroom. People are milling about and my parent talking to many people. Some I have met, most I have not. Silence fills the room. I wonder what is going on.
Everyone moves back toward the walls leaving the center of the floor empty. Toward the front of the room a man sits upon a large throne like chair on a platform. 'Oh, it's the Dark Lord. Why have they brought me here? Can we go home now? I want to leave now.'
"Please let me go. I didn't do anything." a young man beaten and bloody is drug into the room and thrown on the floor in front of the Dark Lord. A tall blond wizard, who entered with the ones dragging the man in, goes and stands by the Dark Lords chair. He's quite handsome but he has evil glint in his eye that I don't like.
"You have done well." the Dark Lord notes.
"Thank you my lord" the tall man politely bows.
"Please show this one why a lowly muggle is not worthy of romancing a daughter of one of the best pureblood wizarding families in the world, Malfoy"
The tall blond issues one word, "Crucio" and with a flick of his wrist the young man twitches on the floor. Racked by muscle spasms and screaming out in pain as the spell rips through his body. It seemed to me to go on forever before he lets up and the man ceases his cries. He lies there upon the floor gasping for air. Blood is trickling out of the corner of his mouth. I have seen this before. They have done permanent fatal damage. If they don't kill him out right now he'll die anyway in hours if he is lucky, weeks if he is not. He won't leave here alive that I know.
"Remove him from my sight." the Dark Lord commands and he is drug from the room, to go meet his fate else where. "Mr. Baylon?"
'He's calling my father. Why?' My father quickly closes the space between him and the throne. He bows deeply kissing the hem of the Dark Lords robes.
"You and your wife have failed me."
"We're sorry my lord. We know not how he escaped."
"Never let it happen again. At least Snape here," nods in the direction of a young dark greasy haired man standing near. Who replies with just a quick nod of his head. "Has caught him and he was disposed of."
"Thank you, sir. My lord my wife and I have come to an agreement that we owe you something in return for cleaning up our grievous blunder. Anna." 'Me? What! No I don't what to go near that awful man.' But my mother forcefully shoves me toward my father. Hesitantly I go to him.
"This is our daughter Anna she is young but her magic is strong. We have shown her the ways of the pure. She has seen what needs to be done to keep our lines pure. And we give her to you to use as you see fit."
Terror fills my heart. No he can't mean what he is saying. He can give me away. He can't leave me with this awful man. I turn to my father to protest this but he looks coldly at me and then returns his gaze back to the Dark Lord.
"Very well we'll find a good use for her. Snape take her we'll decide her fate later." The man named Snape walks over to me and grabs me by the elbow and drags me back towards the crowd where he was standing. "Your gift is generous but your lack of judgment on your last mission is not forgotten. Malfoy give him some thing to remember that by."
Malfoy steps toward my father. I can see the fear in his eyes. "Crucio!" My father falls to his knees in agony and screams out. I flinch but I do not look away. Snape looks down at me by his side still gripping my elbow. I watch every second of my father's torture. He deserves this for giving me away to make up for his mistake. It is not my fault he messed up but I get to suffer for it the rest of my life. Malfoy releases his curse and my father collapses to the floor in agony. He slowly gets to his feet. The Dark Lord calls my mother forward at this Snape drags me through the crowd and out of the room. He leads me up stairs and takes me to what I guess is a guest room. He opens the door a roughly shoves me in. Before he leaves to return to the gathering he says to me. "Your fate is in the hands of the Dark Lord now. I suggest you don't do anything stupid." He turns and is gone in a swirl of black robes. He locks the door leaving me here alone, trapped.
I look about my new surroundings. It is a stately room well appointed. A large four poster bed takes center stage in the room draped in deep blood red tapestries. The room has all the amenities any lavish extravagant home would not be furnished without and more. A nice well appointed bathroom is attached. The view out the window across the landscape is stunning in the moon light. The light sparkles across the lake in the distance. But yes the stupid window is locked with no way to open it, trapped. I didn't think my life could get any worse than it was but I was wrong. For hours I pace around trying to think of a way out of this but to no avail there was nothing, me a ten year old, not yet properly trained in magic could do. Seeing as young witches and wizards do not attend wizard school until they are eleven. I have no wand to aid me in magic. There are something's I can do with out one, but none of what I can do will help me in this situation. I pace until my legs ache and my feet throb. Finally late into the night I give up in defeat and slide down the wall in the corner of the room hidden behind the massive curtains of the window and cry myself to sleep.
Glad to see that you made it this far. Alfie says "Hi".