Chapter 1: The hero who died

"Move aside, get out of the way." shouts of a man in his early 20s can be heard as he is running along with a stretcher. A woman of about the same age as the man is lying on the stretcher, her face pale from the severe pain she is suffering . Despite the moonless night the number of patients is much larger than usual. Mostly, it is because of the the increased number of natural disasters occurring all around the nation. A receptionist who was apparently serving as a nurse, due to the staff shortage, looked at the man and quite solemnly announced, "Sir, all the beds are full, we can't afford to attend to any more critical patients please leave and go to the next hospital."

The man's face visibly dropped on hearing this as, it were the exact words he had heard about 15 minutes earlier in another hospital. He knew that he can't blame the hospitals either as the natural calamity had really hit hard and many were seriously suffering. Even now he could hear cries of several children as they mourned over their dead parents but he didn't have the liberty to pay attention to such trivial matters. His wife's condition was clearly worsening and any more delay would definitely be fatal.

Knowing that it was his last hope, the man decided to call the one person he vowed never to talk to ever again. The woman who was the sole reason for his current condition and his state of helplessness. Nevertheless, the painful cries of his wife and the thought of losing his not yet born child didn't allow for him to care much about his own pride. He made the call.

The call connected and the devilish voice of the vixen fell into his ears. She knew it. Well, of course she knew it, he was sure she was the cause of it. He begged her, apologized for his very birth, swore the oath of magic to give up all the results and findings and shut his mouth, all for the sake of the lives of his wife and child. He agreed to give up everything for the sake of his family, the real one. He knew he would die after this. How could they let the shame on their whole community, a threat to their honor live on. But he didn't care. He was ready to give up his all to make sure that they won't harm his family.

The call ended and in less than 10 minutes the head doctor himself came to check on them. His wife was taken to the ICU, a cesarean was performed and he was told that his wife has given birth to beautiful boy. He was happy and tired. As his string of continuous nervousness was broken, he relaxed a little and fell to his knees while crying. He wiped his tears and wanted to go and see his son for the first and maybe the last time, but god wasn't so merciful. How could he be allowed this last sip of happiness when he dared to oppose the people he shouldn't have. He felt cold and so, he touched his neck. The moment he touched it, there was a strong burning sensation. He knew he was fucked up. Even his last breaths were those of desperation. The man who had shown willingness to die ever since he got to realize the "TRUTH", so that he can expose it to the world was suddenly unwilling. Shouts of people crying as they saw blood were becoming dimmer and dimmer in his ears and soon, they were no more. This was the end of a brave man who had decided to live as a righteous person, trying to accomplish the dreams of a society with equality in its true sense.

"Haah", he really was an idiot.

"What are you doing sighing like an old man when you are just 9." I heard the voice of my mother, who was clearly dissatisfied with my behavior. She looked frail and weak. Her husband's death and years of being a single mother, on the run from the world had taken a heavy toll on her body, making her look much older than she actually was. After my father died to his stupid childhood dreams he was declared a traitor in the magical world and a terrorist in the muggle one. How could they let family of traitor live in peace, so we had to hide our identities and get out of that country.

I am pretty sure 'THEY' knew about us leaving. I mean how could an organization which could plan such a well detailed assassination, not know about movements of two amateurs, especially when my mother left such obvious clues. I don't mean to say that my mother is stupid, it's just that she is inexperienced, presumably because the actual number of years she spent hiding was very small. Well, good for us, they didn't plan to stop us. Maybe, because we were like thorns in their eyes. Ones that you would love to remove, but would cause you way more damage than they were worth.

"Ah, I am sorry mom, I was just unable to understand this book." I lied, while pointing to the book in my hands. "Come here and sit next to me and let me explain it to you." she said with an almost proud smile. She was the typical kind hearted girl who would become the Female Lead in any novel or a source of motivation for the protagonist, as a mother, wife or a sister. It's just that this is the real world and such a character is bound to lead you to your doom. So, what is this world? Who am I? and why am I talking to myself? Maybe, you will get your answers in the next chapter.

"What I don't understand is why use a wand when magic without it is possible? Why do we use crutches when we are not even lame?" I ask with inquisitiveness. "You see..." she replied, trying to explain, as one would to a nine year old...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Author :- Hi I'm new to writing, trying to take a hopefully original approach to Harry Potter. Honestly this was more of a prologue than a chapter. I just wanted to put it there to give myself a start.

Comment and tell me if you like it so far. Though there is not much right now, still just your comments (any) shall motivate me.