The prologue will be split into three parts, all of it containing the years of Raven's childhood. Once the childhood is over, it shouldn't be as jumpy.

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

"????"Will be revealed in a later chapter

Prologue: Part One

Year 1979

James watched as his home for the last two years had burned down by fiend fire that he himself had cast. All his experiments, all his work, gone. All because of Peter Pettigrew, who would have thought that the ministry had an unregistered animagus working for them?

James scowled, he should have warded the place against such things. It was too late for regrets as the last of his home fell to the ground. Apparation cracks soon echoed around him.

"James Sullivan Potter, you are here by arrested for over one hundred counts of illegal tests on humans, seven accounts of murder, and for performing and successfully creating an abomination to wizarding kind. How do you plead?"

A laugh escaped from his throat, he lifted a gun to his head and began to pull the trigger.

*Unknown location*

She held the child closer to her chest, "Hush my child," she said to the crying baby, "We'll be there soon." The child looked up at her with killer-curse green eyes not unlike her own.

She had finally stopped. Her eyes landed on Number Four Privet Drive. "This will be your home, my Raven, I am only sorry I will not be able to help you learn, to teach you how to fight… and how to kill." She sat the child down in a basket she brought. "This is farewell, my Raven, I hope you'll turn into the killer you are meant to be." She left the little girl at the doorstep. James had already taken care of the muggle's memory.

She stopped as she went into a coughing fit. She pulled her hand away from her mouth to reveal blood, and knew she didn't have long. Walking farther up ahead, she found a secluded area surrounded by trees. There, she sat down, almost peacefully. That's when the fire began, it licked at the trees, devouring them, turning them into ash along with her body. She felt no pain from the searing flames, she knew the fire would never hurt her; she had given it a specific command.

Nothing remains.

Lilith, also known as Lily, had shut her eyes for the final time, allowing the fire to devour her whole.

Year 1981

Two-year-old Raven Lilith Dursley had crawled up a tree; the chirps that came from it had piqued her interest. She wanted to know what had made the sound. In the tree was a bird's nest, inside resided two baby birds, chirping for their mother to return with food. Raven had started to find it annoying. She glared at them, her anger building when suddenly the nest caught fire, burning the baby birds alive. Raven giggled at their cries of pain.

"Raven! Get down from there before you hurt yourself!" A woman screeched.

Raven's unnatural green eyes found her. "Yes Aunt Petunia." She climbed down.

Aunt Petunia adjusted Dudley in her arms before walking back in with little Raven walking behind her, unaware of the smile she had adorning her face in sadistic glee.

Year 1982

She stood at the side watching Dudley take a chair over to the cabinet. Raven said nothing as he stood on the top part of the chair.

"Almos' there," he said. His hand grazed the cookie sack when the chair slipped under his weight. Dudley fell and landed on his head with a sickening crack. Raven's eyes grew wide; she walked over to him, "Dudley?" She asked, though she knew he was already gone, she didn't know how, but she was positive he was dead. Raven stared for a few moments, basking in the human's death, before she let out a scream, signaling for her Aunt or Uncle that something was wrong.

"Why'd you scream Ra-?! Diddykins!" Mrs. Dursley forgot all about little Raven as she ran toward her un-breathing son. "Diddykins, please wake up for mommy!" She sobbed as she brought her son closer.

Raven looked like she as on the verge of crying, but she wasn't sad. She assumed that it must have been Aunt Petunia influencing her. She usually felt other people's emotions. Petunia picked him up and struggled to get him to the car, Raven followed quickly behind.

She had driven them to the hospital, but the doctor told her they could do nothing, he had broken his neck from the impact. Raven had to wait out in the waiting room, surrounded by sick people who started to shiver when she walked into the room.

She tilted her head slightly. She had noticed people do that before whenever she came too close to them; even her own family didn't like to be that close to her. She also always knew what someone was afraid of too. Her eyes found a child in the corner playing by himself, he was afraid of spiders. Her unnatural green orbs found an older woman, she was afraid of being raped. The man farthest from her was afraid of… dragons? She blinked. He was afraid of something that wasn't real? The man also seemed to radiate warmth, something Raven had never felt from someone else before, at least, not as strong as his.

She found that she could pull his warmth away, and take it as her own. The man though, had started to go pale and shaky. Raven broke the connection, curious about what she had done, and why it had such an affect on him.

The man in question started to look around wildly, as if fear of an attack. Did he know what she had done?

Year 1983

A few months after Dudley had died; Petunia took Raven to the adoption center. She was going to make her, her child.

"You're going to have a new name, Rose Lilith Dursley. You're going to only keep your middle name, after your mother of course." Her aunt said while driving. Raven -Or rather, Rose- blinked. Petunia had never liked her name, and would only call her Raven out of necessity. While Raven would have preferred her name, she was glad to be able to keep her middle name; it was the only thing she had to remind her of her mother. She had no pictures; Aunt Petunia said her mother hated having her picture taken. She had never met her father either, though she was told that her mother loved him.

They arrived at their destination; Petunia had adopted her. She was now her child. Petunia even told Raven she could call her mom, if she wanted to of course. Raven had agreed.

Year 1984

"Why does she have to come here?" Raven complained. "You know we don't get along mother."

"She's Vernon's sister, I know you and Marge don't get along, but could you try too? For me?" Aunt Petunia asked. Raven had refused to call the man her father.

Raven let out a sigh, "yes mother, I will try."

Petunia patted her head, causing her to shiver slightly. "Thank you Rose."

"Vernon!" Came Aunt Marge's booming voice. "It's been to long!" She laid the suitcases on to the floor, her bulldog followed in behind her, tracking mud onto the carpet. Marge had missed the look of disgust on Petunia's face. "No need Vernon," She told her brother as he started to pick up the suitcase. "Make the child get it so we can catch up. Well, hurry up girl!" Raven retained a neutral face as she went to pick up her things. The dog growled when she came near. Her eyes narrowed at the dog, how she wanted to burn it alive! "The suitcase won't move itself!" Along with Marge as well. "And leave my dog alone!"

"Yes Aunt Large," she hissed under her breath, knowing she would not hear her. After dragging the impossibly heavy suitcase up to the guest room, she went back down stairs, only to be met with the bulldog at the end. It growled at her. She felt her rage building in her chest. She did not like to be dominated in any way; she was the only alpha here.

"What are you doing skulking around in there girl?" Aunt Marge called out from the living room. "Make yourself useful and fetch your uncle and I some brandy." Raven said nothing as she did what she was told. The dog followed her and continued to growl.

"Must I be here mother?" She quietly pleaded to Petunia.

She gave a sympathetic smile. "I'm afraid so Rose, you can survive a few days can't you?" She handed her the bottle of brandy.

Raven nodded and took it without a word. She poured the liquid into the waiting glasses they had and tried to leave, only Marge had another thing for her to do.

"Take the dog outside, goodness knows your good for nothing else around here." She said, with disgust present in her voice.

Keeping her face neutral as always, she led the dog out back, knowing the little beast would follow her. Raven's anger only multiplied.

She was intent on leaving the dog alone, when it bit her. Her anger exploded, fire swirled around her, making Raven a walking inferno. "That is it!" Her eyes blazing green, intensified by the fire. The dog yipped and whimpered at first, but soon began howling in pain. The inferno stopped once she realized what she had done. The dog in question was still howling; the fire was devouring his body.

Aunt Marge came pounding her way into the backyard. "What did you do to my do-" Her voice quickly changed into a high, deafening, shrill, snapping Raven out of her anger. Marge shoved her out of the way and quickly threw the liquid in her glass on the dog, only to cause him to blaze even more, luckily -or unluckily in Raven's case- her mother came out and threw a bucket of water on the dog, quickly putting the fire out, leaving behind a whimpering dog.

After the incident, Raven was happy to say, that Aunt Marge wouldn't be visiting again as long as she lived there. She was not happy, however, that the dog would live with third degree burns covering most of his body.

End of Prologue: Part One