Well, hello there. I don't have much to say, except that this isn't my first language, and I just begun writing stories in english. So please, give me your opinion on whatever you want, I'd really like to know what you think of this. As for the story, since it's just the prologue, I can't reveal much, but I will say that not everything is as it seems. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer : I do not own in any way the characters of this story. J.K Rowling does, and she is a billionaire. I think I'd know if I was.

Prologue

"My lord…" The Death Eater bowed to the figure on the throne, who was petting what looked like a very thin and small human being seated on his lap.

"What is it?" The lowest man sighed in relief. His master was calm, in opposite to his temper just this morning. He glanced at the small silhouette, and would be grateful for its calming presence on the lord, if he wasn't so jealous of it. He gulped, keeping his eyes on it, wondering why it was it that caught the eye of the lord, when all of them were dying to get his attention. If only they could get the thing alone…

"The lasts members of the order of phoenix are still hiding, my lord, but we believe that…"

"Stop."

The Death Eater looked up in confusion. Blazing red eyes met his dull brown ones, and he immediately looked at the ground.

"My lord, I don't…"

"Stop looking at him! No one but me is allowed to look at him!" The dark lord was shouting now, his hands gripping the armrests of his seat. "Is that understood?" His voice was now deadly calm, but soft hissing could be heard through the words, and this terrified the man a lot more.

"Yes, my lord, I would never…"

"Go, now. I am tired of your presence. And do not speak again."

He readily opened his mouth to agree, but then closed it, biting his lip. He bowed again, and then retreated to the door. As he walked, jealousy burned in his stomach. After his anger, his lord had completely ignored him, looking at the thing on his lap with unhealthy possessiveness. This thing needed to be gone. So then maybe the lord would be more interested in them. As he opened the large door, he dared to look back. His eyes met a poison, avada kedavra green. He fled the room, running though the alley, trying to escape those unnerving, chilling eyes.

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If someone asked Sirius Black how he was doing, he would say that he was handsome, he was smart, he was funny, so he was good. If that someone asked one of the trees surrounding him how was Sirius Black, they would say he was dying. But as that person wouldn't speak tree, they would only have Sirius Black's opinion. But as there weren't anyone, Sirius Black just didn't care. Sure, he had a wound profusely bleeding on his side, he had to run away from the Death Eaters so they wouldn't kill him, but he was fine now. It's just that this was such a nice forest, and the grass was so comfortable, and he was so tired. Just a nap. Just a little nap.

A few minutes after he fell asleep, two persons stepped in the clearing, seemingly out of nowhere. Tall, they wore comfortable clothes with colors blending in with the forest. One of them looked at the slightly smaller one, who nodded. The stranger made his way to the wounded man, his blonde hair floating a bit in the wind. He kneeled beside him, taking in his injuries, then looked back at the other.

"If I am going to heal him, we have to go back. It would take me too long to stay here, and he will sleep for days either way. That is, if we don't let him here. Then, he will die in a few hours. Your verdict?" The other one seemed to consider it, looking up at the sky as if it held the answer, his black hair becoming even messier in the wind. Finally, without looking down, he spoke.

"Can you heal him?"

"Who do you think I am?" he scoffed. His friend looked at him, smirking a little.

"Do you want to heal him?" This time, he only raised his eyebrows. "Alright, then. I'll carry him…"

"Tch. Back off, I can do it myself. Just because you have all these muscles doesn't mean I'm not as strong as you."

"Sure…"

As they walked back in the forest, the blond carrying the older man, the one with dark hair looked around once more, his dangerous green eyes searching for something he knew wasn't there.

Yet.