| Prologue It was a pitch-black night in a small village set far away from any large city. It was how the villagers liked it. Peaceful and quiet. Not a single soul to ruin the joy that life held for the few villagers that lived in the closed off community. If fact I don't believe that even the government knew about this small remote village. As I said not a single soul could ruin the village but I lied, there was someone. His dark presence in the world was felt and feared by all. He was known as the God of Death and his supporters swam in the terror their master's name brought the folk. SHINIGAMI A deadly name and it is said that anyone who says that name would be the next one that he killed. It was at the small village in the middle of the countryside that Shinigami approached on the Day on the Dead (1). His snake like eyes flicked all over the dark place and his eyes finally fixed on the large house that was set a few meters away from the rest of the village. His black cloak swirled as he stalked forward heading towards the set back house. Inside this house a newly wed couple where quietly watching tv, in the wife's arm laid a baby boy. They didn't know that Death was waiting outside their door. *** Trieze Khushrenada found himself sighing as he entered the well-lit drive. Privet Drive. He looked down it and paused on the very stiff cat that sat there. He smiled at her before pulling out what looked like a lighter. He clicked it twelve times and each time he did the lights of the street lamps went out. Trieze slide the out putter into back into his pocket and nodded at the cat. The cat sprang forward. "Funny seeing you here Lady Une." He commented dryly as a woman appeared beside him. "And why shouldn't I be here?" She asked. "I thought you would be partying out with everyone else." "I have better things to do." She said, her nose going into the air and then she looked down again. "Is it true Mr Trieze? Has he gone?" Trieze looked at Une. The woman was dressed in long reddish robes and her hair was pulled back into a very tight bun. Her glasses were resting on the tip of her nose and her brown eyes were staring at Trieze with no emotion in them at all. "Alas Lady. He has." "And the Maxwells?" Trieze sighed and turned away. He heard Une's gasp. "No! It can't be true." "Believe it or not My Lady, it is the truth." "Solo? And Hellene? Both dead?" "Yes." "And the boy? Little Duo?" Trieze turned back to Une, half a smile on his face. "Survived." "What? No one survived from You-Know-Who's attack." "But Duo did." "Where is he?" "Howard is bringing him." Une's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure that is wise?" "Yes. I trust Howard with my life." "But a baby?" A large rumble filled the air and both Trieze and Une had to jump out of the way as a motorcycle landed onto the road. Trieze looked at Howard as he climbed off the bike holding a small basket. "Got him sir." "Well give him here Howard." Une walked brisk fully forward and took baby Duo from Howard. She looked down at the baby, his eyes were closed and along his forehead half hidden by long chestnut bangs was a thin scar, she reached to touch it but then thought better off it. She pulled her hand back and turned to face Trieze. "Do you really think that leaving him here is a good idea? After all I have seen these..." "Here he will be safe. These people are Duo's only living relatives. I will leave a letter." He took baby Duo from Une and walked down a garden path to number 4. He knelt down and placed the small boy on the front step. He pulled out a sealed envelope and placed it beside Duo. "You really think that a letter can explain this? He is famous Professor. Famous before he can even walk and talk." "And fame like that will go to a young boy's head. It is better that he doesn't know until it is time for him to grow up. Come now Lady, Howard. It nears sunrise and we must be gone." And a few seconds later Privet Drive was left in silence. No one moved and the only sound that could be heard was the distance song of birds as they slowly woke to the dawning day. About an hour or two after sun rise the quiet of the day was disturbed when the wife of number 4, Mrs Dursley opened the door to find her only nephew asleep on her front step. Her scream had woken every one up. TBC� (1) Halloween. Its another name for it just incase you didn't know. |