Midnight Predator

Midnight Predator Prologue

Magic. I never did like my magic. It completely changed my life. My mother was left by herself supporting two children by two different men. My pompous pureblood grandparents disowned her, their very own fleshandblood, because she fell in love with a Muggle, my sister's father. He left his eight months pregnant wife, my mother, after realizing she was a witch. Mother later married a proper wizard, my father, and a pureblood at that. However, he had delusions of grandeur and lived and died as nothing more than a worthless Death Eater. I was seven when he perished and felt no sorrow as the life slowly slipped from him at the hands of an Auror.

We lived alone, just my mother, my sister, and me. My sister, Adela, was four years my elder and cared for me better than the woman who gave birth to me. My broken mother died of heartbreak when I was twelve, not half way through the torture that was my school. I thought I too would die of loneliness and hopelessness. But I made it though those impossible times with Adela's support. She helped me understand this strange power I have. She sympathized with me, knew my most troubled times as well as her own. Even when we were both children she was always so much older.

As a child, just the mere thought of my magic would always scare me senseless. But not everything stays the same forever. That was a lesson I learned the hard way. When Adela died soon after my fourteenth birthday, I saw no reason to keep myself afloat in these dark currents. Who caused her death? I'm not really sure, even to this day. But death by Aurors, death by Death Eaters, did it really make a difference? I was alone in a life I could not stand. No longer would I have my sweet sister's hands smoothing my brow when I was sick. Her sparkling eyes now stare at nothing but the inside of a wooden box, rotting away in some forgotten corner of the world.

Well, I overcame my fear of witchcraft in fourth year--just for Adela. I put up with my school, Durmstang, but it didn't stop me from hating everyone, hating my life, angry at the world. I met others like me, others who loathed this freakish world with a passion that surpassed mine. They were the shunned ones, the power-hungry, the Machiavelli's of this age. Many called them Death Eaters or dark wizards, but they did not swear allegiance to anything but money.

Those who know my story call me a hypocrite. 'Death Eaters killed your sister and now you're one of them!' No, I am not a Death Eater. They are nothing to me. They grovel at the feet of a walking dead man who cannot care less whether they live or die.

I am above them. I am a hunter. A midnight predator. I kill for money and sacrifice a little more of myself to Adela with every passing death.