[Prologue 1/3] A New Beginning

[This story is not lighthearted, nor is it intended for anyone younger than 16-17. This is a dark story with themes of murder, torture, and violence. You have been warned.]

Sometimes in life, people are given more than others. Sometimes, Like Damien Thorne's case, people are given absolutely nothing. When he and his twin were born, they were given absolutely everything he needed, but a price tag was attached. To Adrik and Alona Thorne, magical power and purity were all that ever mattered. And when Lucedio, Damien's twin, started to show magical prowess, he was praised and fawned over with Damien all but forgotten.

And when Damien showed no signs of magic whatsoever, he earned his parents disgust. This continued until he and his twin were three. Almost out of nowhere, Lucedio became severely ill. Adrik and Alona tried to buy the best and most expensive Healers, but they all said the same thing. "Lucedio will die before his fourth birthday."

As time went on, Adrik and Alona became more and more desperate. Lucedio was their heir and the most magically powerful Thorne in generations if his accidental magic was any such tell.

"Why couldn't that squib have gotten Ill instead?" Adrik turned to Alona, exasperation lining his face. His hair was showing his stress, as his ordinarily perfect black hair was frayed. The bags under his gray eyes seemed to suggest he hadn't been sleeping properly for days. "That would have been far easier."

Alona moved behind Adrik, curling her arms around her husband's neck. She looked down at Adrik, her red hair falling at the action. "I've been looking in the library," she spoke smoothly and eloquently as if she thought over each word before saying it. "I believe I have found a book that may solve both of our problems."

Adrik raised his eyes to meet his wife's dark red eyes. "And what would you suggest?"

Alona retracted her arms before walking over towards a small, finely crafted table that sat by the chairs. Her fingers gripped at the old, almost tattered book that lay on its surface before pulling it open and flipping the pages. "If it works as it seems to suggest, we get rid of the squib, and our legacy is secure."

Once she had found the page she was looking for, she passed the book onto Adrik, who greedily took the book in anticipation. After minutes of reading, he looked up, a sinister grin taking hold of his expressions, "This could work."

Three days passed since then before all of the preparations could be finished. But finally, one Thursday night, Alona and Adrik thought they were ultimately to put their plan in motion. They went upstairs to collect the twins before bringing them down into the Sitting Room, which had been rearranged. The furniture that was positioned perfectly to maintain an appearance of superiority had been shunted to the edges of the room. In the center of the room was an elaborate circle drawn into the floor.

They magicked chains around Damien's wrists and ankles to keep him in place while placing the sickly Lucedio onto the ground, both in the center of the circle.

Adrik took up the book before reading from it, waving his wand at the two twins. "Da huic puero vitam." A glowing red light surrounded Lucedio and moved over towards Damien before fading.

Adrik and Alona waited several weeks before they determined that Damien still had control over his body. Either Lucedio had died before his mind could be transferred, or Lucedio's mind was too sickly like his body, and Damien's mind won out. Either way, they were disappointed in the outcome.

The very next day, Adrik grabbed Damien before the first light. "I'm going to finally deal with you as I should have ages ago."

 He apparated with Damien to an empty muggle street before pointing his wand at the child. "Let these filth find your body. Avada Ked-"

Before he could finish the words of the curse, two bright lights came from nowhere down the long road. "You'll starve to death anyway," he determined anyway, before apparating away, leaving the child on the side of the road.

What he didn't realize was that Damien would manage to survive on the streets, thanks to a kindly homeless man who came across him in the morning.