A.N: This is my fist fanfiction. I've been wanting to put it up for a while but never really had the chance to. I hope you like the prologue. It takes place 5 years before the main story in America. I've already written the first chapter and I'm going to put it up later today.

Disclaimer: I dont own the Harry Potter series or the magical terms ect. I only own my own characters.

Prologue

Alex smiled cheekily as she crept silently up to the bench her brother was sitting on. He was sitting slouched; his face was in his hands, his dark hair falling through the gaps in between his fingers. He seemed to be deep in thought and didn't notice Alex as she crept. When she had reached him, Alex took a deep breath and shouted, "BOO!" in her high pitch, girlish voice. It wasn't scary but her brother pretended to jump in surprise to please her. Alex's smile broke in to a great big grin and her tinkling laughter sounded from her mouth like a bell. Her brother ruffled her hair, smiling. He loved his sister, how could he not? She was cute, friendly and unlike most young children, she wasn't noisy and didn't demand attention. Alex also adored her older brother. He was always kind to her and they shared an unspoken bond. She only knew this because she was a child and children know unspoken things, unfortunately, they usually forget them all by the time they are eight years old.

"Hi, Al." He greeted her smiling. He had been waiting for her to get out of class; he was picking her up from school. He stood up from the bench and took her hand. "Shall we go?" Alex nodded but answered 'yes.' When she realised he wasn't watching her. Instead, he was looking at all of the little children running around the Elementary school playground. "Your friend's running over." He said looking back down at her. Alex looked up and saw Sarah running towards them.

"Hey! Alex!" She called just before she stopped, panting, in front of Alex. "You left your lunch box!" she said handing a pink lunch box to Alex.

"Thanks Sarah." Alex said taking the lunch box.

"You're welcome. Do you want to come over to my house tomorrow? My mum is making cupcakes!" Sarah and Alex looked pleadingly at her brother.

"Can I Jake? Please!" Alex said eyes wide.

"Shouldn't you ask mum." He said the last word bitterly but Alex didn't notice.

"But you're the same!" Alex said and Jake's jaw tightened.

"Don't call me and that womanthe same!" He hissed. Alex's smile vanished and her face contorted into a mask of shock. Jake hardly ever got mad with Alex and she was surprised at the tone if his words. Jake took a deep, calming breath and then said cheerfully. "Sure you can go Al." He smiled but Alex didn't smile back. She knew something had been bothering her brother but she didn't know what.

"Thank you!" Alex said and Jake bit his lip. He knew she was on to him.

Sarah, who didn't seem to have noticed anything strange, smiled at Alex and said, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow!" before she skipped off. Jake took Alex's backpack from her and slung it over his shoulder before pulling her gently towards the exit of the Elementary school. Alex followed him obediently all the while wondering why he was upset.

"J-Jake…" She said after they were a while away from the Elementary school. She didn't get to finish her sentence because Jake cut her off.

"Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you Al. I just have a lot on my mind right now." He dragged a hand through his mop of black hair and his blue eyes looked sad and confused.

"You can tell me." Alex squeezed his hand. Her own blue eyes were filled with worry and her long, black hair hung in pigtails tied with cute little blue bows. All in all, she looked like a 6 year old girl version of her brother except for the fact that his skin was paler than hers.

"I'm sorry; I just can't, maybe when you're older." He grinned. "It's nothing you should worry your pretty little head about."

As soon as he said those words, Alex pushed the worry to the back of her mind. She trusted her brother and if he needed her help, he would ask, right? As a child it sounded like the most obvious thing. She wasn't even sure why she was asking about it. If you needed help, you ask for it, don't you? As a child it didn't make sense why anyone wouldn't, but looking back on it, she realised that there were so many reasons why Jake might not have told her straight out, and she realised that if she had just tried harder to get the truth out, she might have saved millions of lives. But, she couldn't do anything about it because, she was a child at that moment and at the time, it was what she believed.

"Okay! Do you want to draw with me when we get home?" Jake smiled sadly and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I have to go to town. I need a new bag."

"Okay. What about when you're done?" She persisted. She had secretly painted a picture of him a few days ago and she wanted to show it to him. Just imagining his proud face made her happy.

"We'll see." He smiled. By this time, they had reached their drive and Jake handed Alex's backpack back to her. "I'm not going in, 'kay." He bent down and kissed her cheek gently then gave her a huge hug. He took a deep breath and smelt the sweet smell of cherry blossom that his sister somehow always smelt of. He committed the smell to memory and then let go. "Bye." It sounded official, as if this would really be goodbye for a long time and Alex held on to him. Maybe it was just the unreasonable part of her but she felt that if she let go of him, then he would leave her forever. She was not a selfish child but she didn't want anyone else to have her brother. He was special and she wanted him to stay with her.
"Don't go!" she pleaded and her brother frowned.
"It's just for a little while. I'll see you soon." he knew that it wasn't completely true and he hated lying to his sister. Alex though, pushed away her insecure feelings and smiled.
"Okay! I'll see you soon!" she skipped to the front door and opened it. When she turned round to wave, Jake was already walking away from the house and she pushed away her earlier feelings as she waved goodbye. He would be back soon.
"Hi sweetie!" her mother, Hannah, greeted her she gave her a quick hug and then asked, "Where's Jakey?"
"He went to town to get a new bag!" Alex said cheerfully.
"Oh? I wonder why he didn't come in. I would have given him some money." she smiled fondly, thinking of her little boy, well not so little anymore, he was 13. "Go change out of your uniform. Dad will be back soon."
"Okay! Mum, Jake said I could go to Sarah's tomorrow. Her mum is making cupcakes!"
"Well, if Jake thinks its ok, then I'm fine with it. Now go on and get changed. You two took so long to walk home, it's almost tea time! Have you turned into tortoises over night?" Alex laughed and ran up the stairs to change out of her uniform.

She had just finished putting some socks on when she heard the front door open and the happy voice of her loving father float upstairs.
"Daddy!" she shouted as she ran back down the stairs. Her father, David, laughed and picked her up, twirling her round and giving her a big kiss on her forehead. Her mother came into the room smiling.
"Come on you two, it's time for tea."
"Where's Jake?" David asked looking around for his son.
"He just rang to say that he was stopping by a friend's and that he would be late."
"Okay. Well, let's eat! I'm starving!" Alex nodded in agreement and the three of them sat down round the table and began eating.

Three hours had passed and it was getting dark and Jake had still not come back. Hannah sent Alex upstairs to do her teeth and put on her pyjamas while she tried to call Jake once more. Again, the answering machine answered and Hannah sat down in an armchair, her face contorted with worry.
"Don't worry; I'm sure he's fine!" David reassured her.
"I hope so." Hannah sighed. Meanwhile Alex had done her teeth and was putting on her pyjamas, a pink t-shirt and shorts. Then she went into the hallway and sat on the top stair. Her parents seemed a bit distant and she didn't want to trouble them. Suddenly, she heard the front door open quietly and then quickly click closed just as silently. She held her breath but didn't hear anything more. She stood up and crept down the stairs slowly and silently to check if it was just her imagination. She crept down the corridor and looked at the front door, but it was closed and there was no one there. She was about to turn back around when she saw the living room door open a jar. She crept towards it and peered round, into the room. She gasped in horror and confusion at the sight that met her eyes. Her mother and father, standing straight up, squirming as though they were tied by invisible ropes. Their mouths were open and it looked like they were screaming but no sound was coming out of their mouths. In the corner of the room, Alex saw figure, definitely male, about the same size as Jake, dressed all in black and wearing a mask. The only colour on him that Alex could see was a mop of fiery red hair. He was holding what looked like a stick and was pointing it at her parents. As she watched the figure smiled and hissed coldly.
"Avada Cadabra!" a jet of green light shot out of the stick and both her parents dropped to the floor. Their eyes glazed over and their chests still. Alex whimpered from her hiding place and the figure turned to face her. He caught her eyes and, fast as lightning, whirled around, pointed his stick at the window, which scattered instantly, and jumped out. Alex ran to the window but it was too dark to see anything. She sunk to the floor of the living room, her face buried in her hands, trying not to look at her parents lying motionless on the floor. What did he do? Why did he come? How did the light come from the stick? Where was Jake? The questions swirled round her head like a tornado. Who was that person with the hair like fire and the brilliant blue eyes? The irises the exact same colour Alex saw in hereyes when she looked in the mirror. The same colour as Jakes.

The funeral took place two weeks later. Nobody knew why her parents died. Scientists examined the bodies but found no injuries. They had been perfectly healthy too. The scientists were thinking of putting in more research but one day, they decided to drop it. Jake didn't come back and after a few days, the police sent a search party out for him but they never found him. A few people said they'd seen him going to our street. The police were also going to carry on searching when they also stopped. The story of the Adam's death was that an assassin met Jake on the way to assassinate Hannah and David and he killed him and dragged Jakes body away to hide the evidence. He then went into Alex's house and poisoned Hannah and David. Lucky Alex survived because she was sleeping.

Alex tried to correct them but no one believed the story of the man with the magic stick and the green light. They just looked at her pityingly and told her that everything would be okay. But Alex doubted that it would. She didn't know what to do without her loving family. She had stayed with her grandparents first but her relatives decided that it would be better if she moved to England to a town called Welwyn Garden City near London after the funeral. Her aunt Linda lived there with her two children, Kim who was 10 and Ben who was 8. They thought Alex would be happier there. But in reality, Alex wanted to stay at home in America. Not move to a new country with people she had never met before, even though they were family.

Alex cried on the aeroplane to England and in the car on the way to her Aunts. When she got there, her Aunt smiled and welcomed her. She introduced her to Kim and Ben and then made her a warm bath and delicious supper. Alex liked her Aunt and cousins. They were really nice, kind people but she was homesick and she felt as though a piece of her was destroyed by same jet of green light that killed her parents. That night she sat on the window seat in her room and looked up at the moon. It was a beautiful, full moon. She reached into her dressing gown pocket and pulled out the picture of Jake she had drawn. She pictured his face, proud and loving. She looked up at the moon and wished with all of her heart that someday, she could give him the picture and see his face light up. She smiled and a single tear trickled down her cheek.

A.N: Hope you liked it. The next chapters coming soon. Please Review. I don't mind constructive criticism. Tell me what you think.