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Three Bound Together
A dark haired young woman stood over an ornate, silver inlayed mahogany crib. Two babies, both a bit over a year, gurgled
happily up to their mother. Deep brown eyes met and the mother smiled warmly down to her children. Love twanged happily
in her heart as she touched the soft, dark curls on the little girl's head then the little boy's. All the mother could think about was
the deep love she felt for her children. She was snapped out of her happy little revere when the hard wooden door to the
nursery was thrown open. A tall man with light hair stood in the doorframe, terror on his face.
"Chai there are Aurors outside the house! Get the twins and floo to Sachi's!"
Fear coursed across the woman's face and she grabbed her two children from their crib. She knew better then to protest to
her husband's plea for the safety of his loved ones. She ran to the door and rapidly kissed him, hopefully not for the very last
time, and ran as fast as her long legs could take her to their bedroom. The woman set her children on the dark green
bedspread of the massive canopy and snatched a basket from under the bed. Soft emerald blankets lined the basket and
she quickly deposited her babies into it. She snatched a leather bound book from her bedside and quickly scribbled something
into it and tucked it along with a locket from around her neck into the blanket with the two half asleep children. A choked
sob escaped the woman when she heard crashed coming from a very close and the accompanied shout of a dying person.
She grabbed her wand from one of the pockets of her voluminous milky white robes and squeaked a spell. The basket lifted
and shot out the wall, taking the children to a safe place. Just as the basket disappeared into the night, the bedroom door
flew open and two men stood in it, one with hair the color of obsidian, the other carrots. Pure terror flooded across the
woman's face. The jet haired man raised his wand at the woman and hollered the killing curse while the orange haired man
started searching the room for something. The last thing the woman screamed before she died would haunt the two men for
the rest of their lives, for they were the prophecy of lightness through dark. The fate of the world hung in the hands of three
small children. The woman's lifeless body dropped to the floor and the orange haired man glared lightly at the other.
"The children aren't here."
"No matter," he shrugged slightly, "They'll grow up never knowing who they are. If they never know of their true blood, they'll
never do any of the things their parents did."
Oh how painfully wrong he was.
Hey! This is the prologue for TBT (Three Bound Together). A cookie to the person who guesses who killed the twin's parents. Please review, it makes me feel happy and loved.
Your Lord and Master, Foamy the Squirrel
Three Bound Together
A dark haired young woman stood over an ornate, silver inlayed mahogany crib. Two babies, both a bit over a year, gurgled
happily up to their mother. Deep brown eyes met and the mother smiled warmly down to her children. Love twanged happily
in her heart as she touched the soft, dark curls on the little girl's head then the little boy's. All the mother could think about was
the deep love she felt for her children. She was snapped out of her happy little revere when the hard wooden door to the
nursery was thrown open. A tall man with light hair stood in the doorframe, terror on his face.
"Chai there are Aurors outside the house! Get the twins and floo to Sachi's!"
Fear coursed across the woman's face and she grabbed her two children from their crib. She knew better then to protest to
her husband's plea for the safety of his loved ones. She ran to the door and rapidly kissed him, hopefully not for the very last
time, and ran as fast as her long legs could take her to their bedroom. The woman set her children on the dark green
bedspread of the massive canopy and snatched a basket from under the bed. Soft emerald blankets lined the basket and
she quickly deposited her babies into it. She snatched a leather bound book from her bedside and quickly scribbled something
into it and tucked it along with a locket from around her neck into the blanket with the two half asleep children. A choked
sob escaped the woman when she heard crashed coming from a very close and the accompanied shout of a dying person.
She grabbed her wand from one of the pockets of her voluminous milky white robes and squeaked a spell. The basket lifted
and shot out the wall, taking the children to a safe place. Just as the basket disappeared into the night, the bedroom door
flew open and two men stood in it, one with hair the color of obsidian, the other carrots. Pure terror flooded across the
woman's face. The jet haired man raised his wand at the woman and hollered the killing curse while the orange haired man
started searching the room for something. The last thing the woman screamed before she died would haunt the two men for
the rest of their lives, for they were the prophecy of lightness through dark. The fate of the world hung in the hands of three
small children. The woman's lifeless body dropped to the floor and the orange haired man glared lightly at the other.
"The children aren't here."
"No matter," he shrugged slightly, "They'll grow up never knowing who they are. If they never know of their true blood, they'll
never do any of the things their parents did."
Oh how painfully wrong he was.
Hey! This is the prologue for TBT (Three Bound Together). A cookie to the person who guesses who killed the twin's parents. Please review, it makes me feel happy and loved.
Your Lord and Master, Foamy the Squirrel