Prologue

Pain.

So much pain.

Something softly bumps against my hand and I hear cooing.

“Hedwig.” I say feeling her soft head. She moves my hand to something that feels like parchment and a quill.

“Smart girl.” I say softly trying not to breathe because all it did was increase my pain. I slowly slid my hand to the puddle of blood I knew was forming underneath me. I dip my quill into it and slowly write

PLEASE SEND HELP TO #4 PRIVET DRIVE.

Hopefully someone would help me.

“Okay Hedwig, Take this to someone not associated to Dumbledore.” I say spitting out the last word with as much hate as I could muster at the moment. I hear her chirp an okay and fly away before I succumbed to the darkness.