Somewhere on the banks of River Thames...
Destiny has weird plans for everyone.
Eliza Flamel sat on the rocking chair on the porch of her hut, knitting. The rhythmic movement of her hands was absent-minded. Her mind wandered somewhere else...
Her hut overlooked the vast river that lay ahead. She felt like a tiny grain of dust in that vast river-bed. No one took notice of it. No one cared where it was. No one cared if it stayed or flew away. It was at the mercy of the wind.
She saw the twilight sun setting down the river. Golden sparkles of sunlight danced on the water's surface. It gave a feeling of hope. Hope... that was something that Eliza lusted for now... She was grief-stricken.
Her entire family: Her parents and her two sisters, had been killed in the black plague a few years ago. She remembered their bodies being piled up with the other victims of the plague; as if they were some sort of junk. That was the last she'd seen of her native town. She had left her town for good.
She married a peasant, Thomas. Soon after she had married and moved on, she found out that she could never be a mother.
A tear trickled down her face as she replayed those sad events in her mind. Now, her husband had her left too; for the peasant's revolt against the government.
"He must be out there facing the brutal Royal Force." Eliza thought.
There was no telling when he would come home, or if he would come home at all...
But she blamed God for all of it. All her prayers had been futile. Why did He kill her family? Why had He left her barren? Why did He bereave her from her husband?
Eliza did not feel the tears welling down her face as she looked onto the river.
Suddenly she noticed something odd in the river; something glinting awkwardly. For a moment, her chain of thoughts was broken. She stopped her knitting. She strained her eyes, but couldn't see better. So, she got up and walked down the steps of the hut.
As she went closer, she saw it. It was a small basket with something gleaming inside it. The basket bobbed up and down in the water and finally landed at the bank. The light from beneath the cover grew dimmer.
Eliza had never seen anything of that sort. Her brows creased in a frown, she touched the basket with a finger and withdrew it on the sand. It was surprisingly warm. She removed the cover from the basket.
Beneath the cover, wrapped in blankets, was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. A baby. It was fast asleep. On its small chest was a locket. The light was emanating from it. It finally dimmed and died.
The locket was the strangest thing she had ever seen. It was like a line, within a circle, within a triangle... Like a triangular eye. Who would know that centuries later, it would be known as the sign of "The Deathly Hallows".
Eliza stood in shock for some moments. Then she screamed "JO...!"
She wrapped the basket again and ran to her neighbour's house.
"JOANNA!" she screamed again.
Joanna came out wiping her hands on her apron. She was a skinny red-haired woman. She had a surprised look on her face.
"Look... Look what I found." Eliza said out of breath.
"Look what I found!" she said hysterically as she removed the cover.
There was the baby. It looked around with its baby-blue eyes and then broke into a cry.
"My Lord has heard me!" Eliza said as the baby's cries resounded inside the hut.
"My Lord has finally heard me!" she said, as her eyes closed and her knees buckled in prayer...