A/N: Hello everyone! After some insistance from certain people, I decided to post this fic here (It's been in FF.net for quite a while).
Just in case you're wondering, I don't own any Harry Potter characters!
The plot isn't mine neither. This fic is based on the book "Naked Heart" by Jacqueline Briskin. Never heard of it? I don't think it's such a best seller, so maybe this story will be new for you after all. If you had, then expect to find some plot changes (I usually do that when I adapt a story.)
Warning: This is an AU fic. Meaning that you won't find almost anything from the books here, just the characters (and some of them will be OC).
Hope you like it!
N A K E D H E A R T
Prologue
The Wizarding World isn't exactly what you would call "peaceful". In its history there are a lot of rebellions and wars.
The worst, maybe, had happened with the raise of Lord Voldemort, the most powerful and ruthless Dark Lord the world had ever seen. It had been many years of suffering for the wizards and the muggles, but all had ended suddenly seventeen years ago, when a one-year-old baby had miraculously defeated Voldemort for ever.
Wizards had thought that everything would be all right from that moment on...
They were mistaken, of course.
Two years ago, a man named Salazar Slytherin had become the Minister of Magic in England, and things weren't the same anymore.
He had begun what he called a "cleaning", which meant that only the pureblood wizards were allowed to use magic and be members of the WW (Wizarding World). A chase of muggle-borns had started. A lot of them were killed, or sent to Concentration Camps.
Horror had spread all over England, and Slytherin gained more and more power. Some of the wizards had started to rebel against him. Commanded by Godric Gryffindor, a nobleman, a war started between both bands.
Many wizards had flown to Paris, France, a country who had offered them security. They said that Slytherin couldn't reach that place, and that was the main reason of why a lot of the streets downtown were crowded of muggle-born wizards and some pureblood that were against Slytherin's doctrin.
The Weasleys, however, had chosen Daguerre, a muggle street. Arthur Weasley, head of the family, had been an important member in the previous ministry. Naturally, he was against Slytherin. His wife, Molly and his daughter Virginia lived with him. The Weasleys had six sons. One of them lived in Egypt, one in Romania, and the other four had stayed in England.
The only other wizard that lived on the street was in fact, a witch: Hermione Granger. Her parents were muggles, and had moved from London to Paris before Hermione was born. Now they were grateful for that.
The Grangers and the Weasleys were good friends, especially the two girls, Ginny and Hermione. They had met in the Beauxbatons Academy, where they had gone to learn magic. Ginny didn't get along with the rest of the schoolgirls. So, she spent the day completely alone, even in the dining room. Hermione knew the other girls thought Ginny was conceited, snobbish and bitter. But once she had gotten to know her, she discovered that Ginny had a hidden personality inside of her, one that she only shared with Hermione. With her, Ginny was more open. They shared their secrets and their days.
However, things were starting to change. Slytherin had started to spread his ideology and there were rumors that he was even getting to France...
A/N: This was just the prologue, a background to this story. I'm posting chapter 1 right away.
I want to thank Kris for beta reading this and correcting the grammar and spelling mistakes.