Hello! Okay, this is the prologue, so it's gonna be very confusing until later in the story. Please bear with me as I am writing this as fast as I can. I really appreciate reviews so I know what readers think. Also, the rating is due to future violence, gore, blood, language, and romantic scenes *cough*making out*cough* as well as abuse, depending on how you look at it. so, please enjoy the story (or what little there is) and remember R&R!!!
==Seishin no Maigo==
-Prologue-
The darkness of the room lightened as the clouds passed by the moon. The beams of light shone down on the floor, catching on the large, soft bed. On the bed was an opened letter, the green ink shimmering in the light. Several slashes had been ripped into the bed, stuffing burst out in all direction. The light shifted as the moon began to descend, falling on the scene in the shadows of the room's corner.
Glass shards littered the floor, as did a strange, thick gold-black blood. The blood swerved in all directions from its source, the corpse of a child whose features had been mangled beyond recognition. Kneeling beside the corpse, another figure sobbed hoarsely in a scratched voice.
"I'm sorry!" the figure cried, clutching the torn clothing on the body. "I'm so sorry! It's my fault! It's all my fault!!"
A hissed interrupted the cries, making the mourner turn and shriek, "Go away! Go away, you damned abomination!!"
A gust of wind blew through the room, and the hissing stopped. It was gone. Yet that did not please the figure, whose eyes stared in shock as the letter fluttered down and landed on the floor amid the blood.
"Oh, no," was the last thing breathed in that room.
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Waking to the sounds of his Aunt Petunia's startled squeak, Harry Potter lazily turned over and tried to read the glowing numbers of his alarm clock as he fumbled with his glasses. 8:14 a.m.
Groaning, he sat up, his thick black hair falling into his eyes. He frowned, thinking he would need to get a hair cut soon. He quickly dressed and began his descent downstairs. The hushed tones of his aunt and uncle had not register yet, but when he set foot on the last step, his brain became instantly awake and tuned to their words.
"--in blood. And not just any blood spill. They said it was a strange kind, not normal," his aunt said in a nervous whisper.
"I still don't see what it got to do with the boy," Uncle Vernon said, not very amused. "After all, he knows he'd be expelled from that...freak school of his if he used.....anything they taught there."
By his pausing and stumbling for words, Harry knew his Uncle was referring to him. Despite the fact that he had been attending Hogwarts for five years already, his aunt and uncle still refused to call it by name or say 'magic' within the house. Or the country for that matter. Harry wondered what on earth could have happen that had his aunt all in a fuss, as he could hear her pacing across the living room floor. Wanting a closer look, Harry pressed back against the wall, peeking around the corner so he could see and hear better while not being seen.
Aunt Petunia was indeed pacing the entire length of the room, hands wringing in front of her and her face was pale. Uncle Vernon was sitting comfortably on the couch, holding a section of the newspaper in his hands with a slight frown on his face. Harry could see the title of the section across the top of the front page: CRIMES.
"I know that, Vernon!" Aunt Petunia said, pausing long enough to snatch the paper from her husband. "But look at this, see the name of the girl?"
"Sarah Williams. So? What does that have to do with anything?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"Well, I--I think she and Dudley went to school together, until they were eleven," she said quickly. "She went to a school in some other country when he went to Smeltings. Oh, I remember how upset he was. They were rather fond of each other."
Harry resisted the urge to laugh out loud. He remembered a Sarah Williams that had hung around with Dudley and his gang. Dudley of course thought it was because she liked him, as he would smugly tell Harry everyday after school for everyone knew Harry had a bit of a crush on her. In reality, she was more interested in some other boy in Dudley's gang.
Now, hearing her name, Harry leaned back, thinking about the last time he had heard about her. He thought he could recall hearing her say something about going to stay with foreign relatives and going to school there. Dudley had pitched a fit of the likes Harry had never seen since.
"Again," Uncle Vernon's voice cut through Harry's thoughts, "so? What does that have to do with anything?"
"Vernon," Aunt Petunia said in a suddenly calm voice that hid her panic, "the police said that they found a letter in the girl's room. A letter written on parchment. In green ink."
Harry's eyes widened, thinking he was misunderstanding her.
"Petunia, what are you--" Uncle Vernon had started to say.
"For the love of God, Vernon! It was from that Hogwarts place!" Aunt Petunia shouted, accidentally ripping the paper as she threw her hand in the air. Both Harry and Uncle Vernon jumped in surprise.
"Petunia!" Uncle Vernon hissed. "Calm down!"
"Calm down?!" she shrieked. "Calm down?! What if he's the one that did it, Vernon? What if he did it because of the way Dudley treated him? Oh, Vernon, what are we going to do?"
Harry forced himself to count to ten. It took every ounce of control not to thunder into the room and demand an explanation for such accusations against him. What was going on? What had happened to Sarah Williams that made his Aunt believe he had a hand in it? And why did she have a letter from Hogwarts? She should be the same age as him, so she could not have been sent an invitation to enroll. Unless she was transferring--
"We'll do nothing," Uncle Vernon was saying. "He hasn't left our sight since he got home, and there's no way we'll let him leave now. we'll have to wait until September and we can ship him off to that blasted school of his."
"Bu what if--"
"We'll do nothing," Uncle Vernon stressed, telling her that his decision was final.
Deciding he had had enough himself, Harry quietly went back up to his room, jotted out a quick letter to Ron, asking if he had heard anything about this, and Hermione, asking if it was possible to enter Hogwarts in the sixth year. Gently waking Hedwig, Harry tied a letter to each of his owl's leg, knowing it would be better to get them both sent at the same time. He had said in each letter it would be best to send their own owls. He ran a hand down her back as he carried her to the window. She nibbled at his fingers and took off.
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Hedwig delivered the message to Ron with no difficulty and proceeded to Hermione's house. Even though she was an owl, Hedwig could seen a visible change in Hermione as she swept in through the window.
Though she had long since matured, the girl looked as if she had lost more weight than she should have over the summer. She smiled faintly upon seeing the snow white owl. The owl stayed, giving the girl a bit of company for a few days. Once she had written and attached the letter to Hedwig's leg, Hermione sat down heavily against the window, watching Hedwig grow smaller and smaller.
Crookshanks meowed, rubbing against Hermione's hand. She absently scratched his back, never noticing the tears streaming from her face as she hummed a song to herself, one her grandmother used to sing.
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==Seishin no Maigo==