Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Your Future ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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Prologue: For Your Future

A hooded, black-cloaked figure made its way into the forest. It looked back as if searching for a pursuer. The figure clutched a small, wiggling bundle close to their breast. As soon as the figure walked into the forest they drew their hood away from their face to reveal a pale woman who had features of the face that were so fine that they looked to be elfish. Her long silver blond hair glimmered in the light of the full moon as she laid her bundle on the ground to draw her hair back into a braid.

When the bundle gave off a whimpering noise she turned to it and lifted it up into her arms. She pulled back the cloth covering the face of her daughter, and shushed her. The woman kissed her daughter's forehead before covering up her face again. She started off through the trees to where she knew that her fellow friends and creatures were. She glanced behind her again. She started to go off more quickly as she sensed that something truly was following her. She pursed her lips in worry and prayed that she would be able to reach the barriers before her pursuer caught up with her. The woman heard the leaves rustle the leaves in a soft, taunting playing.

“Oh lord, please let me get her to a safe haven. I beg you to allow me this small mercy to get my child away from her father.” The woman heard the hum of a barrier made by her kind. She rushed forward clutching her daughter to her as she ran through the barrier to the other side and gave a sigh of relief when she saw a small escort their to lead her to the rocky cliffs of the court.

She quickly made her may up the face of the cliff that first opposed them, her child not hindering her progress. As they reached the next rocky crevice of where they were to go she pause to close her eyes and proceeded on ward as she heard the shout of a crazed man behind the barrier of her people. She allowed a tear to slip down her cheek before entering into a cave that presented itself to her. She wiped her face before lifting her chin and bravely entering the cave to beg her Queen and sister to watch her child. She heard the murmurs running along the cave walls as she proudly looked forward and moved onwards towards the dais upon which sat a marvelous throne of gold and silver, and another woman who looked almost exactly like herself and was also a woman of unquestionable beauty. She kneeled in front of her sister and the hall went silent.

“Traitor,” spoke the queen who rose from her throne. “Why is it that you return; sullied, dirty, and a whore of a sorcerer?”

“I come,” she spoke her voice clear and yet shaking in fear, “not for me, but for my daughter who has never seen evil who is but an infant in all eyes. Her father is nothing more than a madman now and soon I must return to him before he brings destruction upon the whole of the world. She must be kept safe. She is one of the ancient ones who were spoken of. Please as my sister, as her aunt please I beg you, take her in and show her our ways. Shield her from the outsiders until her mate comes. I won't live long enough to help her, show her who she is-.” The woman turned her head from the ground in front of her to her sister's face standing and staring straight into her eyes. “Tonight a stop for several years in His madness will come in the form of a small raven haired boy. He will be giving the mark of the Curse of the Dead. He won't know love `till he goes to school to learn his parents' craft. I beg you to take care of this child of this whore, and raise her so she can put a stop to his madness, along with her mate.”

The woman fell to her knees and stared at the ground tears pouring down her face and landing at the ground. She clutched the small form of her daughter to her as her body shook from the grief of her future. Her sister, the queen, looked down at the form of her sister before falling to her knees in front of her. She reached out her gloved hand, then withdrew it back into herself to take the glove off and threw it to the ground before reaching again and tilting the weeping figure's face up to look her into the eyes.

“You sacrifice yourself so that this will come to pass. You could live here in ridicule and watch your daughter, my niece, grow into an outstanding figure but you chose to go back and save us and in turn save the world. He will kill you and yet you go back to Him. The Dark Lord will show the boy death and he will undoubtedly refuse it. Sister, I have long since forgiven you and will do as you ask; if not for you, then for this bundle in your arms. She will know the love of a family and friends. She will be who she is destined to be. She doesn't have the Gift of Sight, so this will come to pass. She will be trained. But sister what you so is still treason, to go back that is. You could still have a less painful fate if you stay here.”

“Sister, I must go back for he will still find a way to kill me. Please just take her so I may leave her in peace, knowing that she is in good hands.” The queen nodded and held out her arms to receive the child.

“What is her name sister?” The queen asked as she pulled back the cloth that covered the girls face, gasping at the already imminent beauty.

“Lareina, my sister, my daughter's name is Laramie.”

“Sonya, my sister, what possessed you to give her a forbidden name?”

“Because, at her birth, her father cried for her, in love and I know it seems impossible for him, but it is true, it happened. Now I must go to him, even though I know my fate. I must go now. Goodbye my dearest sister, goodbye.”

“I love you Sonya, I always will. I will let your daughter know of your love, I promise.”

“I love you as well, Lareina. Thank you for everything, protect her.” She turned and fled out of the halls of the Reins and down the mountain's side. She paused at the base of the mountain and wiped her tears before moving onward, steeling her face and never looking back.

Lareina sat on her throne cradling her tiny niece in her arms, trembling as she felt the waves of her sister's magic flow over the land, setting a chain of events in motion that would change everything that was to be.

to be continued

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