Loony & Strangelove

Prelude

A young couple travelled vastly throughout England in search for answers. A birthmark that meant a fate was on the infant of the couple. An innocent baby who was the victim of an attack by the Dark Lord. The couple were lucky to escape when they did, but only barely. The only safe place was home which was another seven kilometres from out of the city where they were attacked. Unbeknownst to anyone, in an hour's time, the Dark Lord would disappear for ten years and return to finish what he started all those years ago. 

"What will we do, Leviticus? The Dark Lord is coming for us. Is there no-one that can aid us?" The young mother asked in distress as she held her infant to her bosom. 

"No, Mia. That would only endanger anyone else. We must protect our son. He will come. And we shall await his arrival." Her husband answered strictly as he held onto his wand tightly in case of an attack while they were on board the local locomotive. 

The woman gulped and looked down at her sleeping infant and shivered. "Is this truly our fate? At the hands of a lunatic? Our son cursed with this deformity for the rest of life: bullied and ridiculed for his appearance, no girl to love him or no friend to comfort him; no parent to feed him, cloth him, bathe him?" 

"The birthmark means something, Mia." 

"What do you mean?" 

"It's a soul mark, meaning he is destined to find his other half." 

"And how will he know who she is?" 

"He won't. Not yet, at least. As long as they don't give up on each other, they'll live. Because... if they do, they'll die." He explained gravely. 

She nodded in understanding of what destiny their son was bestowed with and accepted that if sacrificing her life meant that he would live, she would gladly do so. 

As their time drew nearer, death only tempered with their souls. The mere thought of the Dark Lord alone ailed them. Death taunted them as the couple sat in their living room with their son wrapped in a blanket, hidden in a cupboard while they held hands, one last time, sharing a moment of embrace before they were struck down by an Unforgiving Curse. 

With the deed done, a mere passerbyer came across the deserted home upon noticing the front door wide open. They daringly ventured inside to find the bodies of Leviticus and Mia Strangelove lying side by side, hand in hand, stiff and pale. The crying of an infant snapped the stranger out of their trance to find the infant in a cupboard, crying for their mother's comfort. Taking the baby would mean responsibility to ensure the child grew up right, not knowing the fate of his birth parents until the time was right.