Well, I’ve finally recovered from my writers block, and decided to start writing again. This is probably more of an AU fanfic. This prologue won’t make an ounce of sense yet, but I promise you that it fits, and it IS a Harry Potter story. This is a Draco/OC, Blaise/OC, Harry/Hermione. I hope you’ll read on. It takes place AFTER the war, and basically follows the lives of the survivors and them rebuilding their lives. It’s been brewing in my head for quite some time, but I’ve never quite been able to get it down on paper. But here is it. So read on and I hope you enjoy.

Prologue. Present.

A young girl of 20 sat at a large mahogany desk, her head resting in her hands, her mane of long black hair, falling around her face, like a curtain, blocking her from view of the big bad world. She was thinking. Always thinking. Some of the portraits around her were snoring lightly, others were watching the youth with interest, and others weren’t in the frames at all. Suddenly the girl looked up, her piercing ice blue eyes scanning the sun filled room before looking down at the ring adoring her left hand.

Things had changed after the Great War. Life was different. It wasn’t an unpleasant different. It just… wasn’t the same as before. But that was to be expected. War had always changed lives. This was different though. War had never affected the young, dark haired girl as this war had. Shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts that haunted her each waking moment, she lifted herself graciously from the armchair behind her desk and strode over to the book shelf where she selected a black leather covered book.

It was old, and worn. It was easy to see that years of love and attention had gone into this book and she lovingly fingered the rough material, tears prickling at the corners of her bright eyes. She hadn’t picked this book up in a while. It was far too painful. But something had beckoned to her this day. Flicking through the crumpled, torn pages, she sunk to the floor and allowed herself to be taken back…