The idea to write this story came from my sister. She passed away recently, and she left me this prologue and a few other chapters of this story. She used to talk about how she wanted to be a writer, so with her in mind, I have decided to give it a try.
You will notice that this story is intended to be long, and although my sister never said how long it would be, I am going to try to make justice to that wish.
You will also notice that the main relationship in the fic is the relationship Harry has with his sister, much like the relationship I had with mine. That will be the focus of the story to a certain extent.
The path that the main characters are going to take along the journey is not something for everyone, and it is not meant to be. If you like a hero Harry, a morally reprehensible story like this one is not for you.
The prologue and the first few chapters were written by my sister. I WILL NOT be changing them. I will, however, modify, when possible, the format, grammar or any of those things that make a fic more readable. I may add to them, but I will not take away from them, even if they are sloppy, which while I may be biased, I don't think they are.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any part of its associated universe. They belong to JKR. I do not profit from this writing. Any and all reviews are welcome.
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Prologue
With a sudden crack, three figures stood triumphantly in front of a house. The tallest man of the three walked to the edge of what appeared as a force field a few feet from the front door. He had a wooden stick of some sort in his hand, and with it started poking the force field, causing ripples to send through it. He had a clear objective, and it took less than ten seconds to achieve it. The field came crashing down with a loud swoosh, and he was free to walk to the house. As he approached, a wave of the stick and the door came flying into the house.
A jet-black messy-haired man stood at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the second floor, to the left of the entrance. The intruder laughed at him, with a horrific sound reminiscent of a ragged hissing of gas escaping a pressurized tank. The man at the bottom of the stairs had another wooden stick in his right hand, and when he shouted something while waving his stick, six flashes of light left the stick aiming at the intruder. Casually, almost lazily, the stick of the intruder deflected every single one of the flashes and, faster than any eye could catch, made an upwards motion just as the last flash hit a window behind the intruder. The man at the bottom of the stairs had attempted to move, but the wave of invisible energy caught him nonetheless, throwing him against the corner of the wall. The intruder drew closer and, laughing again, made a slashing movement with his stick, aiming at the other guy's neck. There had passed just a few seconds and it was already over, the red had already stopped flowing when the intruder reached the top of the stairs.
Moving to the room at the end of the corridor and blasting the locked door with yet another wave of his stick, he saw a lingering light in the air. He also saw a redheaded woman with piercing green eyes turning around to see him as he entered the room. The woman started to beg and plead and cry, not for her life, but of the two little creatures standing inside a crib in the corner of the room. The man felt annoyed beyond measure, he had an objective to accomplish tonight, and nothing was going to stand in his way, he had already forgotten about the lingering light which had disappeared in the few seconds the woman had caught his attention. He issued a warning. The woman didn't move. He was not going to warn her again. He laughed at the stupidity of the woman as his stick made another slashing movement. His annoyance shone through and the cut was more powerful than he intended. He thought it fitting for the head of the woman who had annoyed him so much to be rolling around the room, her hair even redder than before.
The two children, while too young to understand what was transpiring, instinctively knew something wasn't right. The girl had begun whimpering at the sight of the tall man in the room, and the boy stood in front of his sister, arms around his back in a protective manner, staring wide-eyed at his mother's head, which had come to rest mere inches from the bars of the crib and, as it had bounced on the floor, had sprayed her son and daughter of the same red that covered the rest of the room and much of the sheets of the crib. The man thought he'd had more than enough distractions already and stopped laughing, he had an objective to accomplish. He stepped over the body of the woman and approached the edge of the crib, he pointed the stick to the children, and again with a burst of maniacal laughter pronounced two very distinctive words. The children recoiled to the back of the crib and there was a flash of blinding green light, and a vast, rushing, invisible something flew towards the infants.
The flash then hit the boy on the right side of his forehead, launched him against the back of the crib to the left of his sister, and the flash was expelled from the boy's forehead bouncing off of him, much to the tall man's surprise, instantly it hit the girl on the left side of her forehead and similarly bounced off. This time though, as the girl crashed into the mattress of the crib, the flash came rushing back towards the tall man who had produced it. The green flash had left the boy and girl with wounded foreheads and the red coming from the children's lighting shaped wounds mixed with the already stained sheets of the crib, as the boy and girl experienced the worst pain they had felt in their short lives. Still, it didn't even come close to the excruciating pain that the intruder found himself in, as the flash of light hit him squarely on his chest. The flash consumed him, and only the dark and long robes the man was wearing were left behind, as the essence of the man was banished from this plane of existence, causing a major explosion in the room. As the robes hit the red-stained floor, the children finally lost consciousness, drifting into a deep slumber and not noticing the black, cloudy mist that had shot from the point where the man had stood and, as if it were a serpent, slithered its way inside the wounded forehead of one of the children.
Outside, the two men standing in the sidewalk of the deserted street felt something they had never experienced before, their left arms suddenly felt numb and their skin burned the long sleeves of the robes they were wearing. The loud explosion inside the house didn't do anything to calm their now incredibly fast-growing nervousness. The man on the left let out a whimper of surprise and turned to the other man, noticing exactly the same was happening to him. Reaching the same conclusion at once, both men sprinted towards the house, through the blasted doors, and up the stairs dodging the rubble of the now destroyed ceiling of the room in which the earlier carnage had taken place. All the red stopped both men on their tracks, and they both froze in the threshold of the room, albeit for different reasons. The tall and greasy-haired man couldn't keep his eyes of the severed head of the woman, while the short rat-faced man was staring with incredible fear at the robes that once belonged to the intruder. Neither of them noticed the shallow breathing children in their crib, and even if they had, they were covered I so much red that men would've thought they were dead. The short rat-faced man reached down to collect the stick of the intruder and with a loud crack, he wasn't there anymore. The tall greasy-haired man reached down to pick up a lock of red-stained hair and with another crack, he wasn't there anymore.
Two or three hours later, a very tall and white-haired man with a long, also white beard, appeared on the same spot the intruder had, but without any sound. The man walked inside the house, taking in every detail of the gruesome scene he found. Contrary to the last men who'd been in the house, he did notice the two toddlers inside the red-stained crib. He waved yet another stick over the kids and suddenly there were now four kids, two were kind of levitating in the air and two on the red-stained crib. The ones in the crib were not breathing. After putting his stick away in his robes, he picked the two toddlers from the air in his hands and with a soft 'pop', he wasn't there anymore.