[Prologue 1/??] Peace

|| The cold, barren atmosphere suited the dark alley jutting off of Knocturn Alley. This particular alley was known for housing many dark witches and wizards, including one such wizard who was a member of the Wizengamot for a time, until that member was revealed to be a torturer, murderer, and cannibal after the man in question's house burned down. But while the alley was known for dark people, it was not often known to have eleven-year-old wizards frequenting it. Which made the arrival of one such child strange. The boy in question was short, with wild black hair and steel gray eyes. The boy stood before wreck of the burned down house that once housed a cannibal. The boy's name was Weylin Thorne, and the cannibal was his father, Damien Thorne. Weylin sat down leaning against the wall across from the ruins, his hair falling over the upper half of his face. His sisters did not know he was here, and he would rather keep it that way. He reached up to his shoulders sliding off the shoulder straps of a backpack he had been carrying, setting the pack on the ground beside him. He opened his backpack and began to search through it. As he searched his eyes furrowed more and more, before his eyes lit up and he pulled out a small teddy bear. The bear was old and frayed, but given the various patches on it, it was very precious. He sat the bear down on the other side of him, and leaned his head back against the wall. "I debated on whether to come here or not." He spoke to himself, although his lips didn't move, nor did any voice come from his throat. Instead, the small bear beside him mimicked his head movements, and was speaking for Weylin. "After all, I know where your grave is, but I know how much this place meant to you." He waved his hand towards the wreck, before gesturing to the alley in general. "I'm starting Hogwarts soon, and I know you'd be proud of me. From what I hear from the few people surviving who knew you, you were much like me in your Hogwarts years." He pauses a moment, before scoffing bitterly, as his hand reaches up to his throat, rubbing it gently, "Minus a few differences." He bit his tongue lightly, staring down at the base of the ruins, before shaking his head and driving the bitterness from his thoughts "You'll be glad to know that we're surviving. Aurora and Orianna steal to keep us alive. They try to keep me from knowing what they do, but I can tell." His voice wavers for a second, as he stops speaking, trying to gather himself. "I never really knew mother, but I miss you both. I wish we could go back to before... I wish... I wish Lucedio never existed." He pulls himself up from his sitting position, grabbing up his bear and backpack. "I'll prove myself at Hogwarts. I'll prove that a Thorne can be good." Weylin sighs lightly, shouldering his bag, gripping the stuffed bear tightly. He turns left and starts walking back towards Knockturn Alley, but after several steps he stops and turns back, "I hope you're finally happy where you are." With that, he turns and walks out of the alley.