Time

Chapter One: A Different View

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January 1, 1000 CE

Magic has been exiled. Any users of such shall be killed, under the constitution of Magic and Magical Content.

Everything is based on this "technology" now. All of us live a balanced life, though we do not control it. Those who dared to stand out were thrown into prison, where they will either die or be put into the train of slaves. And so, those who wish to rebel hide and wait until they can do something.

I'm afraid... Everyone is afraid... This world cannot last much longer... Not with so much fear... We must liberate the people.

Godric Gryffindor

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1970, CE

A small girl sat placidly facing the front of a mechanical carriage. Her hair was filthy, but the dark sheen glistened through the layers of mud and dust. Emotionless, amber eyes peered through the matted hair to watch the time pass. But this girl could not do anything. She was a failure. Her grimy clothes clung to her pale skin, whilst everything around her moved.

"Tests?" she heard one nurse inquire, in the distance.

"Positive for CETA and negative for THAN," a bored voice responded.

"How about the EPS?"

"Abnormally high."

"For...?"

"Darkness."

"Blood?" the former asked, sighing.

"O positive," the latter sounded wryly amused now.

"Could we use it once, or if, they cull her?"

"No. She scored too low on THAN."

"Anything else?"

"Forming narcolepsy."

"Emotional?"

"Traumatic. Parents were killed in a riot. She and her brother escaped, just barely.

"Family?"

"All dead except for a twin brother."

"Scars?"

"Two on back from whips, one on left wrist."

"Abnormal skin?"

"Negative. Tattoo of the Black Dragon on right shoulder."

"So she'll be sent to the prison?"

"Mmm..."

"Her brother?"

"He's next."

And those chilly words concluded the colloquy, affirming the girl's horrifying thoughts.

Through chapped lips, the girl whispered, "Remus..." and even through the deathly silent whisper, regret could be heard.

A while later, the carriage arrived at a 'prison'. The gray walls had a foreboding feeling radiating from them.

"Here's the girl," the doctor said.

"Good. The other four?" the cloaked figure replied.

"Tomorrow at latest."

"Very good." The other man turned his attention to the small ten year old girl. The girl didn't flinch. Her eyes were blank pools of liquid amber, or so they appeared.

"She will be a strong one," he finally murmured.

The doctor saluted and left.

"Come with me." He started to leave. The girl made no move to follow. She looked around at the landscape. A forest of old, gnarled trees to the left, a rocky outcrop and shore to the right, a vast, barren plain out in front, and a mountain of solid granite at the anterior. "Come." He snapped.

She didn't move.

The man glared at her and whistled two notes. A lady came out.

"Take her to be changed and washed. Here are the papers. Do not give them to anyone. Understood?"

"Yes, sire," the lady mumbled, accepting the papers.

She took the grubby hand of the girl and pulled her inside of the prison. Reluctantly, the dark-haired girl followed eyes riveted on the forest.

~*~*~*~

Sirius Black watched sullenly as the rain dropped on the small carriage. He groaned inwardly and sighed. In the background, he heard the doctors and nurses discussing him.

"He's a magic fool. Parents had it and grandparents too," the cocky doctor said.

"Really now... So how long?" the nurse asked, apparently intrigued.

"He'll last a couple days with that bastard in at the Prison."

"Ooo... I think we should celebrate this even then."

The boy gritted his teeth and zoned them out.

"I do too. Martinis would suit for this."

"Teehee..." the nurse laughed.

"But after we arrive. We have to drop this kid off safely."

"Yes..."

Silence reigned.

An hour later, they arrived. The carriage stopped. The doctor stepped out and grabbed him by his fraying shirt. Jerking him off of the chair, he threw the boy on the ground.

"And this is the second?" the cloaked man asked.

"Yes. The other four are to arrive later today."

"No, the first has already arrived. Making this one the second."

The doctor looked annoyed at this revelation but kept it to himself.

"I will take him from here."

The doctor glared and walked back to the carriage. It rose up and flew away.

"Come with me."

Sirius spat at him.

"Come."

"No. I won't!" he said, hoarsely. He needed a drink of water badly.

"Come with me."

"...Alright..." he mumbled, angry at himself.

"Good. Come now, boy."

The argent-eyed boy glared at the man and followed, stubbornly stopping every now and then.

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Two boys were being held outside of the Prison. One had tawny hair while the other had dark, mussed hair. They had both stepped out of the Underground, a series of railroads much like a subway, but faster.

The cloaked man was still outside, waiting complacently.

"And the third and fourth. The fifth?"

"With me, here." A nurse stolidly stepped forward with a small, plump boy.

"Very good. Come with me, boys."

The nurse followed the cloaked man and whispered to him, "They all have extraordinary powers and capabilities. Take that into consideration, Snape."

"Hmph. Maybe I will." The man retorted, annoyed.

"Good luck, boys," the nurse murmured regretfully.

They followed him, obediently. They followed him, maybe to their own doom.