Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ werewolf chronicles: Chamber of Secrets ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

These are probably pointless as no one sure as hell reads these things *sighs* But I'm going to do it anyways.

 

NOTES: First off, I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any sort of profit off this work - the world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling!

 

Second, this will follow closely to the original plot J.K. has laid down in her books but the whole story is told from the view point of my own original character! So events and occasions will be slightly altered to fit my character into the picture! Thus the `alternate universe' genre.

 

Now then, boring stuff:

 

Rating: Appropriate for all ages

Spoilers: The Chamber of Secrets (duh)

 

 

 

 

Prologue: Unusual Guest in the Underground

 

A mutter and grumble - a girl no more than 11 of age climbed up the large grand staircase slowly, rubbing the ache in her lower back. Her brother older by two years, decided to teach her the `proper' way a lady should stand and had been smacking her back straight with a wooden ruler every time she slouched even a millimeter - how he could even see such a small difference was beyond her. Her muttering continued all the way to her room, just the second door down the right hall wing. Swinging the door shut behind her, she leaned against it, reaching for the tie holding her long, straight brown hair in a loose ponytail, and let it free.
Her eyes closed, she hardly noticed a rather unusual guest in her room till a strange flutter caught her attention. She opened her eyes, pale grey lens scanning all corners of her room till she finally spotted a brown feathered owl, perched on the sill of her open window. The girl blinked in strange amazement; How on earth did an owl get down here? She wonder to herself; while under normal circumstances, an owl in the window shouldn't have been surprising - what amazed the girl was the fact she lived underground and yet this owl sat perched on her sill.
She frowned, walking over to the owl and waved her hands to try and shoo it away.

`Go on - scat! I don't know how you got in, but get out! Go on - shoo!' The owl didn't budge; she crossed her arms, letting out a huge sigh, staring at the owl's large, unblinking eyes. It only then suddenly crossed her mind to notice a large thick envelope clutched in its beak. `Hey now - what's this?' She reached a cautious hand out for the envelope, only taking it when the owl gestured it was for her. She stared suspiciously at the bird before quickly grabbing the envelope from its beak; once she had taken it, the owl immediately spread its wings and took flight. The brown-haired girl blinked after her departing guest before turning her attention to the envelope in her hand:

Renee Lockwood
2nd door in the Right Hall,
20 Ridge Manor, Ash Coven,
Underground of East Molesey, Surrey

Renee blinked at the address - how anyone could ever find where she lived opened a

whole world of questions in her mind. She rarely was allowed on the surface world above, and there was no one in the clan she is familiar with and has traveled to above. Curiosity began to course through her body; well - what could it hurt? Renee thought to herself, as she carefully began to tear the flap of the envelope, pulling out a folded parchment, opened it and began to read through the contents. Her eyes go wide, staring in disbelief at the words on the paper; without a second thought, she raced from her room and to the first door just a few feet down the small hall.
Without second thought, Renee pounded wildly on the door, only to jump back at the deep, sage voice booming from the face on the door - she had forgotten about the door guard.

`HOW DARE YOU TRY TO FORCE ENTRY UPON MY MISTRESS' ROOM?! I WILL NOT PERMIT SUCH UNLAWFUL BEHAVOIR!' Renee stumbled over her words, unable to think through the confusion and surprise in her mind, trying to make herself heard over the loud voice of the door. `BE GONE! OR YOU SHALL FACE DIRE CONSQUENC-' It cut off mid-threat, as the door eased open from the other side.
`Renee? What's wrong dear? It's unlike you to rouse the guard like that.' A woman, Renee's mother, with flowing, waving black hair that stopped at her waist, gazed at her daughter softly; the gentle, small smile on her face seem to make her glow as if she were the sun herself.
Renee couldn't answer her mother, and merely shoved the letter into her hands. Rosabella, her mother is named, gazed at her with a slight puzzling expression on her face, before reading over the letter her daughter handed to her. A sudden pleasantly surprised expression came to Rosabella's delicate face - almost to the point of excitement.

`Oh well now - this is rather unexpected. I should talk with the council at once! Oh, Renee, this is a wonderful opportunity!' Renee stared dumbfounded at the excitement her mother was showing.

`Do you know what you're saying, mom?! What if this is a joke?'

`Oh this is no joke, Renee. This is definitely from Dumbledore himself - I recognize this distinct scent anywhere.' Rosabella held the letter tight in her hands, unable to contain the idea of her own daughter going to school to become a witch. Renee could not remove the shock expression from her face - there was no possible way the council would allow this to happen, yet somehow - she was feeling a tingle of excitement herself.

Renee Jay Lockwood - daughter born to a pure-blood werewolf and a human; a half-breed herself, who has spent nearly all her life living underground with a whole clan of werewolves - was about to leave her underground life to attend school on the surface world, and become a witch.

 

Prologue End