Chapter 1 : Prologue
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“Giana,” the old man croaked and I snapped out of my thoughts. “What is it?” I whispered. Struggling to form the words, he pointed to a chain around his neck. “Take it,” he said. Slowly, I removed the chain and found a pendant attached to it, a beautiful ruby with a tiny, almost invisible, phoenix carved into it. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open and Giselle came running in, our father at her heels. Shutting the door, they quietly kneeled by his bed. I quickly put the chain into my pocket, somehow not wanting to reveal it just yet.
The old man smiled. “My time has come to an end,” he said shakily “Yours is only about to begin.”
We nodded, a bit confused. What was he talking about? With a trembling hand, he placed a necklace in Giselle’s palm. It was similar to mine, but had a sparkling diamond pendant with a tiny phoenix. “Keep it close,” he whispered to her. With one last smile, he closed his eyes, never to open them again. Giselle choked on a sob, I had tears pouring down my face. Dad put an arm around each of us, pulling our little family close. “Be brave,” he whispered, fighting back tears himself. The wind howled in the dark, mourning the loss of a great man on earth. The moon shone in the night sky, a single hope for a brighter future. Somehow we knew, we would get over this. Life would go on.
And that, was the death of my grandfather, Josiah Jonathan Ravenclaw.
Scorpius Malfoy sat upon a step of the grand staircase in Malfoy Manor. He was waiting for his father to get home from work. Draco Malfoy was one of the best healers in St.Mungo’s Hospital and he had been dispatched to treat a dying old man. Night had fallen and he was yet to arrive home. Astoria Malfoy, Scorpius’ mother, sat on a couch staring anxiously at the clock. Just then the front door swung open and the tall frame of Draco Malfoy came into view, his platinum blond hair disheveled. Astoria leaped off the couch and ran to him. “Was the old man alright?” she asked. Draco shook his head sorrowfully. “He died just an hour ago,” he replied his eyes bright with tears. Scorpius cautiously entered the room. His father always got emotional when one of his patients died and Astoria was probably the only one who could console him. Draco looked at Scorpius and said, “He had two grandchildren in your year at Hogwarts, Giana and Giselle. Do you know them?”
Scorpius nodded. He knew Giselle, Hogwarts’ popular girl in Hufflepuff whom all his friends fawned over. She was also his rival in terms of Quidditch, being a chaser on the Hufflepuff team. As for her twin, Giana or something, all Scorpius knew about her was that she was in Ravenclaw and mostly kept to herself, holed up in the library. Nothing special. “Just make sure they’re okay, can you?” his father pleaded and Scorpius saw how important this was for him.
“Of course, father,” he replied, toying with the sapphire ring his great aunt Andromeda had given him, as he always did when he was apprehensive. Apprehensive of what the future held for him.
Albus Potter had just turned seventeen, today was his birthday. As usual, his parents had insisted on throwing him a large party, saying that a wizard only came of age once. Right now, all the adults were passed out on the sofas due to the copious amounts of firewhiskey they had consumed. An awful retro tune was blaring from the speakers and cake was strewn all around. The younger ones were playing Truth or Dare in the attic. Before he could go an join them, Andromeda Black hobbled towards him. “Albus,” she said softly, “I think that it’s time for me to give you my present.” She thrust a small package into his palm and watched amusedly, as Albus eagerly ripped off the wrapper. He found a small box with a ring inside. It was an emerald, matching the colour of his eyes. Inspecting it closely he saw a tiny phoenix carved inside. “Are you asking me to marry you Granny Andy?” he asked with a horrified expression. Andromeda roared with laughter. “No, my dear,” she said, wiping the tears of mirth from her eyes, “I believe that I’m a little too old for that. This is a present that you must wear at all times and it’ll come in handy one day.”
Saying that, she hobbled off, leaving behind a very perplexed Albus Potter. After staring at the ring for a few moments, he shrugged and slid it onto his finger. Irrespective of whether or not it would be useful, the ring looked cool.
Author's Note: Anything that you recognize belongs, unfortunately, to JK Rowling. This is my first ever fanfic and i really want to know whether i can improve anything. Be sure to leave a comment below!