My Little Raven

Prologue : The Beginning of Everything

Hello , this is Author.

I hope you enjoys this story.

- A.B.

" Hello " - Talking
' Hello ' - Thoughts
' Hello ' - Letters
~ Hello ~ Beast tounge

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11.59 a.m.
The Prince Manor ,
Unplottable , Scotland ,
Britain ,
12 February 1975 ,

Nicholas Prince wasn't a happy man at the moment. The one of the things that he feared have happened. His only son and heir , Adam was just reported as one of the victims of the latest Dark Lord , Voldemort and died due to the lord's favourite curse yesterday.

With the death of Adam , he worried that the main family of Prince will end and their wealth as well as heirlooms will be stolen by some of his distant British counterpart relatives' greedy hands after his death. Not to mention , that his health has been decreasing lately. Even the house elves of the Prince house has noticed it. He knew he won't lived past this summer so he must think of the solution for matter fast. He need a new heir to take over this household soon and they must be one of british branch of the Prince family without being one of those dark nor light families....

The only problem is there isn't any purebloods that he can trust to follow his condition and bring honor to their family in such time limits now. Except....

' That's it ! Why don't I think about it before ?! ' he thoughts in realization as he quickly tried to sit straight on his bed in haste.
" Kippy ! " He called out.
Not even a second later , an elderly house elf appeared by his side with his head now politely toward him. The elf is oddly wearing some kind of uniform consists of white button up shirt , a black coloured blazer , a misty purple vest , a black tie and a misty purple pant that was matching with his dark custom made dress shoes. Any of those muggleborns will of course , happy with the uniform that this house elf wears.
" Yes , Master Nicholas ? What can I help Master with today ? " he asked in slightly high voice as he raised his head slowly , showing off his beetle green eyes to his master in confusion.
" Kippy. I wants you to fetch my granddaughter , Sylvia now. Tell Dumbledore , she needed at home due to family issues. Understand ? " He commanded in his usual stern and clear voice to his trusted elf with almost unnoticeable urgent sign to show how important is this it.
" I will do as your command , Master , " he answered as he vanished leaving behind a sound of ' pop ' from the place where he is standing just now.

He smiled at that. He should have thoughts about her before...

While his daughter , Eileen is a quite disappointment to the house of Prince , her daughter however is certainly a epitome of a honorable witch from the Prince family.
Strong-willed , knowledgeable , cunning , ambitious and honoring their family's motto with a strong sense of responsibility. The only thing that he didn't like is the fact that she's going out with that...the second son of Fawley family of Gryffindor... Ugh. So out of our mottos.

Honor, scientia et fides nostra sunt promissio.

Which meant ' Honor , knowledge and loyalty are our promise '. Something that Eileen failed to show when she broke her promise to her for former fiancee out of childlike reason likes true love and how our family is full of pureblood supermacists. How does she came up with that idiotic conclusion again ? Well , he will never knew.

I mean his great - great - great uncle , George Rosier is married to a squib and they're accepted them when the Rosiers disowned and pushed them away. Also wasn't she the one who asked to be engaged to the man in the first place based on something called true love ?
' ... I think I spoiled her too much that she's started to become delusional.... ' he thoughts with a sigh , ' I wonder where does I went wrong with that child... '
He turns toward a small portrait of middle aged brunette woman with a pair of most beautiful aqua eyes in the world. The woman is wearing a victorian style blue coloured dress in a modest design with a pair of lovely white gloves on. With her light brown hair styles in a tight bun and a little make up that she puts on , making his heart jumped a little. The woman is his late beloved wife and the mother of his children , Willow Prince nee Ollivander. The late great niece of Ollivander himself.
He smiled softly as he thoughts back to his little fire cracker who always happy to bantering with him wherever they are. He missed those days.
' I hope Sylvia will be alright with this news... ' he thoughts as his eyes look softer at the thoughts of his only grandchild.

' I hope she will accept this... '

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Meanwhile in America...

A young man can be seen standing alone at the roof of one of the buildings of New York city , wearing a a white , baby blue and black suit , staring into the city from behind the fences with a far away looks on his face. In his hand is a piece of parchment.
The young man suddenly smiles and laughs happily as his head is thrown back making his laughter sounds throughout the whole city.

" I can't wait to see you again... My Little Raven... " He whispers as the parchment flies from his hand to the air showing off the contents of it briefly. It is wrote as :

THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT OF ERIC VICTOR PRINCE & SYLVIA ELEANOR SNAPE

The parchment was quickly shredded into small pieces and burnt out in the middle of air as the sight of the young man is seen standing on the top of the roof with a wide grin of his. With a pair of mysterious stormy grey eyes shines in silver colour , the man said...

" Until we're met... My lovely fiancee..."

To be continues....