The Marauders, Chocolate, and Coco

Prologue: Blood Born and Muggle Raised

England, 1959

     In the little suburban town of Ashbourne, two babies were born in the local hospital on the night of the sixth of October.  The wristwatch that the doctor kept on looking at told that it was 9:23.  A rather large nurse, whose name tag said "Mary", came in through the doors of room 67, and carefully grabbed the baby girl from the new mother's arms to be examined in a room nearby to make sure she was healthy.  Another nurse, the second of the two who had the night shift, went into the room on the opposite side of the hallway, room 68.   His name tag read "Frederick", and he took hold of the newborn girl and went out the door and started down the hallway, towards the examination room.  The nurses, each swaddling their own brown-eyed newborn, walked through the main lobby to get to the other side of the building.  This was when they both noticed the hooded stranger, clad in black, near the entrance to the hospital.  

     The incomer muttered something under his breath, pointing his long, sleeved arm at the two nurses.  They immediately felt themselves freeze up, not being able to move any joint besides their eyes, just stuck in place as they were, as if they were petrified in stone.   The intruder, of whom they could now see was a man, strode forward and snatched the baby from within Frederick's arms, and did not hesitate before he breathed out the words "Avada Kedavra."  There was a horrible blinding green light before the nurses could see clearly from the cold, lifeless eyes of the baby that it was dead.  The man, satisfied that his job had been done, left the building at once, still holding the dead baby precariously, only stopping to turn around at the doors.  He snarled out two more phrases before leaving the building and disappearing from sight.  

     After the first phrase, the nurses collapsed to their knees, from fright, shock, and exhaustion, finally able to move after being in that trance.  They saw soft white lights swimming in their head, right before the lights in their mind blinked out, and they could remember what they just saw no more.

      When Frederick's eyes drifted open again, he felt a little muddled in the mind, but when he saw the baby girl starting to cry on the floor of the lobby, he scooped her up in his arms and glanced around.    Mary was sitting on the floor, trying to carefully make her way back to her feet.

     "What... what happened?  Why am I on the floor? " Mary asked, massaging her temple with her fingers.

     "I don't know.  My head feels murky, and all I can remember is that we were coming back from the examining room."  Frederick rocked the baby in his arms gently and offered a hand down to Mary.  She took it and stood up.

     They walked together down the hall, towards rooms 67 and 68.  Frederick entered room 68 and laid the newborn in the joyous mother's arms.  When he walked back out again, Mary was still standing in the exact same spot, with a fearful and perplexed look across her face.

     "Wait a moment... where's the other baby?"

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     Local policemen found the dead infant in a large trash bin around a mile away from the hospital.  They brought the body to her distraught parents.  As far as the hospital could tell, the cause of the death was unexplainable.

     However, the parents knew better.  She had been killed because she was the only daughter of two famous wizard bloodlines.  They had begun to hear the beginning wisps of rumors about evil forces rising and a dark wizard with goals to rule over the worlds of wizards and muggles alike, and although they were just hints, the parents knew that if the dark wizard continued to steadily rise in power, people would have to begin choosing sides, and they would all have a war at their hands.

     The parents were eventually killed by Voldemort himself, two years later.  They had both been Aurors and one of the first people to recognize and fear the war that was brewing, and they were murdered for that.  But indeed, it was true, a war was coming, and it would cause damage to all and any that stood in its way. 

     Hope would be found, in its own way, but first comes the destruction.

     What no one realized was that the wrong baby had been killed, and the true witch lived on.