Attention: The first three chapters of the sequel are now up. Hello everyone. This is my first fanfiction and I want the story to build slowly so if you decide to read this I'm afraid you're in for the long haul and the cross over elements with Black butler won't be immediately apparent. Apart from that I hope you enjoy what I write and I own nothing. If I was J K Rowling I wouldn't be on this website.
In the midlands town of Oswestry there lives a young girl who lives with her foster parents due to her parents' untimely death. Her name is Luka Pearson. Luka received her letter from Hogwarts just after her eleventh birthday and it's now a fortnight until the start of term. At present she is sitting on her bed since she is grounded for trying to break open an old trunk she found in the attic. Luka's foster mother, Rose, heard her scratching around and informed her husband Jacob. The latter had then told Luka off for touching things that didn't belong to her. This lecture was finished with the usual 'If you keep doing bad things you'll end up Dark' warning. At this Luka had pleaded for forgiveness as she hated the thought of becoming a Dark witch, something so despised by her foster parents. This desire for absolution had pleased her foster father and he reduced her punishment from a dozen smacks and the rest of the holiday toiling in Rose's vegetable gardening to being grounded for a week. This punishment didn't bother Luka at all since she was happy to sit in her room and read in the silent presence of her long eared owl Elise. She was halfway through the dragon section of 'Fantastic Beasts and where to find them' when there was a knock upon her door.
"Luka?" Rose called.
"Yes Mum?" Luka asked in turn.
"Luka, I've come up to talk to you about why Daddy was so mad with you," said Rose as she sat on the bed next to young girl, "That trunk was locked for a reason. It contains some artefacts taken from a Dark witch and Daddy didn't want you tainted by such things,"
"Was she really that bad?" asked Luka nervously.
"Oh yes, the foulest, most twisted creature your foster-daddy and I have ever come across," Rose replied. Upon hearing this Luka grew uneasy. She hated the show of venom whenever her foster parents spoke of the Dark but then again she thought, since they were aurors they knew all too well the end result of going down the slippery slope. That was why they always warned her so.
"Well, it's nearly tea time so why don't we go downstairs," said Rose, smiling as she tucked a strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. At that Luka broke out of her reverie and she followed her foster mother out of her room stroking Elise as she passed. As she traipsed down the stairs she found herself contemplating a familiar question. When her foster parents smiled why didn't the smile reach their eyes? Over and over she had looked into their eyes and found not an ounce of warmth or affection merely cool attention and perhaps, Luka fancied, the faintest shadow of suspicion.