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Hera · 12-08-2010, 05:44 AM

Disclaimer: I would like to acknowledge that most of the characters, settings and the world in which they live are not my creations but belong to J.K. Rowling. However the story line in this FanFic is my own individual creation inspired by the wonderful world of Harry Potter.

About me: This is my second FanFic, my first was Padfoot Returns... which was not completed as I took a great deal of time off SS and it was deleted

. But I have returned and I would like to share this story with you.

Context: Sirius Black is well and free, Wormtail was caught and imprisoned in Azkaban (temporarily). Lily and James Potter are well and safe- they defended against Lord Voldemort who fled, weakened by the love bond which empowered the Potters. Lord Voldemort returned to power a year later.

All's Fair in Love and War

SPOILER!!: Contents List of Posts/Chapters

And so it begins...

In the past seven years, the wizarding world had seen the uprising of Lord Voldemort, the downfall of the Ministry of Magic, much pain, much suffering, tremendous loss, never ceasing chaos and mayhem. Wizarding families were divided, ties severed, some went into hiding only to be discovered by the death eaters, some fought for a chance at a normal life and perished, whilst others joined the dark side and turned on those who had once been so close to them. Life hadn’t been normal in years, and there was little hope at a normal life in the near future. The effects of the war had been felt all over the world. Battles raged in plain sight, out in the open, where muggles were among the casualties. Battles also raged in secret, hidden from most but felt by all. Prisoners of war had been taken by both sides, allies had been formed, broken and re-formed. Nobody was safe, nobody could be trusted.

Before Voldemorts uprising, it had been thought that he had been destroyed, that he had been disposed of by the Potters. But that had not been the case. Some considered this to be an infamous blunder on the Potters’ behalf, others believed it to be a great misfortune. Either way nothing would be achieved by pointing the finger.

Ellouise Browne sat against the trunk of an Oak tree, its long branches sheltering her from the gentle drizzle of rain that now emanated from the dark foreboding sky. She closed her eyes and leant her head back against the rough bark, letting it tangle her long black hair. Sighing deeply she looked up once more scanning the canopy of the great Oak. It had been five days since she’d slept properly, she was always moving and never stayed in one place for too long. It was becoming increasingly difficult to carry on alone. She reminisced to six days ago when she and her parents were fishing from a sheltered bay located ten kilometres outside of Bristol in the south of England. It had been a good day, they were making progress, sort of, but that night everything had gone horribly wrong. Her dad, Spencer, had been awake, keeping guard outside the small tent they were staying in. A number of spells and enchantments were concealing them from plain sight, this of course was standard practise. A group of death eaters were scanning the area, they had with them two bodies wrapped in sheets and were disposing of them in a shallow ditch just meters from where they were hiding. Spencer had been trying to stifle a cough, something had caught in his throat, but he couldn’t muffle the sound completely. One of the death eaters heard the noise and then all hell broke loose. The spells and enchantments were broken and wands were drawn. Ellouise was roused from her shallow sleep by her mother Andrea who had concealed her using the disillusionment charm. She witnessed her mother surrender to the death eaters, going out to stand alongside her husband, her wand lay on the ground at her feet as a sign of defeat. Ellouise remembered the pain she felt that night, how she had held her breath, trying so desperately not to give herself away. She was the only one that could save her parents now. The death eaters had not killed them, knowing who they were and acknowledging their usefulness they lead them away, arms shackled behind their backs, faces covered with calico bags. It all seemed like a distant memory now, an unwelcome memory.

I hope you enjoy reading this and I look forward to reading your comments.
Emily

12-08-2010, 05:44 AM	#1 (permalink)
Hera DMC Abraxan Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8) Posts: 25,070 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart First Year x10 x10	All's Fair in Love and War - Sa16+ ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf Disclaimer: I would like to acknowledge that most of the characters, settings and the world in which they live are not my creations but belong to J.K. Rowling. However the story line in this FanFic is my own individual creation inspired by the wonderful world of Harry Potter. About me: This is my second FanFic, my first was Padfoot Returns... which was not completed as I took a great deal of time off SS and it was deleted . But I have returned and I would like to share this story with you. Context: Sirius Black is well and free, Wormtail was caught and imprisoned in Azkaban (temporarily). Lily and James Potter are well and safe- they defended against Lord Voldemort who fled, weakened by the love bond which empowered the Potters. Lord Voldemort returned to power a year later. All's Fair in Love and War SPOILER!!: Contents List of Posts/Chapters Contents of Posts/Chapters One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty Thirty-One Thirty-Two Thirty-Three Thirty-Four Thirty-Five Thirty-Six Thirty-Seven Thirty-Eight Thirty-Nine Forty Forty-One Forty-Two Forty-Three Forty-Four Forty-Five Forty-Six Forty-Seven Forty-Eight Forty-Nine Fifty Fifty-One Fifty-Two Fifty-Three Fifty-Four Fifty-Five Fifty-Six Fifty-Seven Fifty-Eight Fifty-Nine Sixty Sixty-One Sixty-Two Sixty-Three Sixty-Four Sixty-Five Sixty-Six And so it begins... In the past seven years, the wizarding world had seen the uprising of Lord Voldemort, the downfall of the Ministry of Magic, much pain, much suffering, tremendous loss, never ceasing chaos and mayhem. Wizarding families were divided, ties severed, some went into hiding only to be discovered by the death eaters, some fought for a chance at a normal life and perished, whilst others joined the dark side and turned on those who had once been so close to them. Life hadn’t been normal in years, and there was little hope at a normal life in the near future. The effects of the war had been felt all over the world. Battles raged in plain sight, out in the open, where muggles were among the casualties. Battles also raged in secret, hidden from most but felt by all. Prisoners of war had been taken by both sides, allies had been formed, broken and re-formed. Nobody was safe, nobody could be trusted. Before Voldemorts uprising, it had been thought that he had been destroyed, that he had been disposed of by the Potters. But that had not been the case. Some considered this to be an infamous blunder on the Potters’ behalf, others believed it to be a great misfortune. Either way nothing would be achieved by pointing the finger. Ellouise Browne sat against the trunk of an Oak tree, its long branches sheltering her from the gentle drizzle of rain that now emanated from the dark foreboding sky. She closed her eyes and leant her head back against the rough bark, letting it tangle her long black hair. Sighing deeply she looked up once more scanning the canopy of the great Oak. It had been five days since she’d slept properly, she was always moving and never stayed in one place for too long. It was becoming increasingly difficult to carry on alone. She reminisced to six days ago when she and her parents were fishing from a sheltered bay located ten kilometres outside of Bristol in the south of England. It had been a good day, they were making progress, sort of, but that night everything had gone horribly wrong. Her dad, Spencer, had been awake, keeping guard outside the small tent they were staying in. A number of spells and enchantments were concealing them from plain sight, this of course was standard practise. A group of death eaters were scanning the area, they had with them two bodies wrapped in sheets and were disposing of them in a shallow ditch just meters from where they were hiding. Spencer had been trying to stifle a cough, something had caught in his throat, but he couldn’t muffle the sound completely. One of the death eaters heard the noise and then all hell broke loose. The spells and enchantments were broken and wands were drawn. Ellouise was roused from her shallow sleep by her mother Andrea who had concealed her using the disillusionment charm. She witnessed her mother surrender to the death eaters, going out to stand alongside her husband, her wand lay on the ground at her feet as a sign of defeat. Ellouise remembered the pain she felt that night, how she had held her breath, trying so desperately not to give herself away. She was the only one that could save her parents now. The death eaters had not killed them, knowing who they were and acknowledging their usefulness they lead them away, arms shackled behind their backs, faces covered with calico bags. It all seemed like a distant memory now, an unwelcome memory. I hope you enjoy reading this and I look forward to reading your comments. Emily Last edited by Hera; 10-19-2013 at 05:51 AM.