𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐑𝐞-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Prologue

The autumn leaves crunch beneath her feet with each hop. With each skip the young girl took, leaves would fly up from beneath her before settling back down. A small giggle emits from her lips as she watches the leaves rise and circle around her.

From the small hill, a ravenette haired boy observes her every move. He watches in awe as the weeds in the ground seem to turn into flowers at her mere presence. The boy stares in amazement as the leaves are circling around her as if she's some kind of goddess to them.

He recognizes that she isn't a goddess, she is a mere child. A child who is no older than him if he had to guess. Watching her admire the flowers as they blossom as she approaches but are quick to die at her touch strikes some curiosity inside him. Who is she? Where did she come from? What does she want? Perhaps the girl wants nothing more than to lead a life without nature praising her, a life where life doesn't bloom and wither at her touch.

Abruptly, the girl trips over her feet, making him swiftly rise to his feet to check on her without a further question in his mind.

"Are you okay?" He asks, holding a hand out for her to take. The girl is all but quick to dismiss his hand, simply placing her own over her scraped knee.

"I'll be fine," She declares, motioning for him to bend down to her height on the ground. "See?" She lifts her hand from her knee, the graze underneath already disappearing as skin grows rapidly over it to replace what was lost in the small fall.

"Woah, how did you do that?" He questions, his curiosity towards her expanding further.

"Magic." She responds without her smile faltering, confusing him to some extent.

"Magic doesn't exist though."

"Yes it does, silly! Magic exists in everything."

"I've never seen magic before."

"Oh, so you're a muggle then." The way her smile turns into a small frown at the word 'muggle' is enough to make him feel inferior to her. He doesn't know what a 'muggle' is, but he can sense from her demeanor that she, or people like her, are not fond of them.

"A muggle? What's that?"

"A muggle is someone who can't do magic," She explains seemingly easily, like she's been taught this over again. "They can't see magic or do it. Muggles probably lead very boring lives."

"But what if I want to be able to do magic?"

"Well, I've heard of some muggles getting into Hogwarts, so maybe you'll get a chance."

"What's a Hogwarts-"

"Y/n L/n! Get back here this instant!"

"Eep! That's my mom! I gotta go! Bye!" And just like that, she runs towards the sound of her mother's voice, disappearing faster than the flowers withered, possibly never to be seen again.

From the corner of the boy's eyes, he spots a tall woman with h/c. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as she steps closer, bringing out what appears to be a stick before pointing it at him.

"Obliviate."