Blood Reign

Jessica slung her bag over her shoulder and started home, praying that she would make it home before the rain fell. But the gods of irony had not been kind to her. She cursed silently as she cut to a small coffee shop across the street. Though it was closed, she still moved to open the door. As she touched the handle, she fell against the glass with a scream.

FLASH!

A thin woman with snowy hair pulled into the driveway in a midnight blue car. Jessica's mother. A tree moved when it should not have. There was no wind. Her mother paused, but a breeze, gentle at first, brushed through her hair. The wind moved only her as the tree became still. The woman's scenes kicked in, and she hurriedly began humming a song that would bring about rain. The woman had just completed the song as her world flashed blue and her body disintegrated, leaving nothing but a few shards of crimson ice, and frozen piece of parchment.

FLASH!

Jessica recovered, slowly at first. She knew she couldn't stay here. She dropped her backpack and pulled off her jacket. The rain on her hair made it curl instantly. She pulled it up with a clip and let the rain wash away her makeup. She put her jewelry into her pockets, and took the chain off of her jeans. From a distance, no one who knew her would recognize her. It would have to do. Damned that crimson hair!

Jessica took the alleys and back roads to her house, always feeling and listening to her surroundings before she bothered to look. She had learned that the work of wizards was always illusions and that she was foolish enough walking into such a situation, but she knew. Her mother was dead, no one else could have brought upon that rain, and the timing was too precise. Katrina Winter Thornrose-Lupin was dead, and snow would never again fall on the scene of her death.

Jessica saw the mark above the house a block away. From there she pretended to be curious, as any muggle might be. She saw that every house belonging to a magical being had gone dark. They would understand and be too afraid to be of any help. No intelligent being approached a home marked by the Dark Lord.

Jessica had been warned by some of His juvenile followers. After the first time she'd refused to join them, she was met with graphic threats. Since then threats and beatings had followed, all of which she hid from the rest of the magic community. She would not follow a creature she hated, and had never feared his presence, as he resided in a completely different country.

Now fury and guilt clouded her siren senses as she ran to the house. Seeing the crimson icicles still upon the site of her mother's death, she let out a hum of anger. Jessica had never been allowed to sing any songs of magical content outside of her training, as siren songs were not to be messed with, but as a dark wave of power flooded through her, she silently cursed her mother's killer, knowing full well that it would contribute to his or her death.

When her tears had subsided, the girl remembered the parchment from her vision. The paper was as cold as ice, and it burned her hands. She dropped it, and the note fogged over; its message had been delivered.

You Were Warned.

Far away, number Four, Privet Drive, to be exact, a strange boy with a scar on his forehead woke in a sweat, having seen the whole sequence of events.