𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄:
Breaking tradition
(July 22, 1960)

THERE IS A STORY that the first Hawthorne man made a deal with a dark wizard, a deal between aristocracy, power, and perfection. He wanted it. So, he bargained. It was a difficult bargain.

The dark wizard bargained in exchange for the aristocracy, power, and perfection for generations of Hawthornes to come, including the first Hawthorne man, will only produce one child. If tried to conceive for a second or a third, the dark wizard will make sure to take its soul for himself, which will only result in miscarriages.

For centuries The Hawthorne wife only bore one male child, an heir for the wealth of The Hawthornes-that would gain the Aristocracy, Power, and Perfection that their ancestor bargained with the dark wizard.

The Hawthornes became part of the sacred 28 after the first Hawthorne male bargained with the dark wizard. The dark wizard not only gave them a status of great wealth and power, but he also gave them perfection.

Perfection throughout the generations thus created a bloodline full of success.

The Hawthorne Brewing Potions company has been in thriving for over a century. Not only are the Hawthorne's known for the famous three words. But they are gifted to be a master of potions brewing.

Many envied them. Mainly many admired them for their perfect reputation amongst the Wizarding World.

Other purebloods worshipped them, wanting to befriend a Hawthorne in order to share with their success.

Mothers are especially happy if their daughter marries a Hawthorne.

It's luck that no other woman will ever experience.

The bedroom exuded an atmosphere of elegance and tranquility, adorned with a soothing color palette of white and green. The room was spacious, with tall ceilings and large windows allowing soft natural light to filter through delicate, sheer curtains.

The walls were painted in a pristine shade of white, creating a bright and airy ambiance.

At the center of the room stood a grand four-poster bed crafted from sturdy oak and painted in a refreshing shade of pale green. The bed that was adorned with crisp white linens, expertly folded and accented with subtle green trimmings, is now crumpled and thrown messily on the floor.

Christine Jane Hawthorne née Cruz wailed and screamed in pain, echoing throughout the Hawthorne manor. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her hair a sticky mess as she her hands gripped tightly to the white bed linens.

"Just a few more pushes, Mrs. Hawthorne." The Healer says as she encourages Christine to push.

Weeny, the house elf, pushed away a few strands of hair away from her mistress's face and wiped out the sweat that beaded on Christine's face.

"Weeny will get more cloth for Mistress." The house elf announced as she went towards the drawers, cringing as she heard her Mistress's screams as she did so.

Christine pants, breathing heavily as her chest rises up and down, feeling like in a daze. Lips chapped, skin almost pale.

"Where is he, Weeny?" Christine asks the house elf breathlessly.

Weeny clutches the cloth in her tiny hands and answers hesitantly. "Master is in his study, Mistress."

Christine groans as she throws her head back to the pillow and screams, with a piercing cry escaping her lips.

"There, There. One more push." The healer encourages once again. And with one last strong push. A loud cry and gurgle erupted in the room.

Alas, for centuries, the Hawthornes have only been birthed to males. It's only righteous for the next Hawthorne heir to be a male.

The healer cradled the newborn babe in her arms with a gleeful smile. As she checked the gender, a horrified expression crept upon her face-she hid in quickly and faced the new mother with a nervous smile, "Congratulations, Mrs. Hawthorne. It's a girl."

Christine's head snapped upwards, looking at the healer as if she had grown two heads, and whispered questionably, "A girl?"

The healer places the newborn babe into Christine's bare chest. Holding her baby girl in her arms gently and carefully as possible.

"A girl." She states with a smile she always wanted a girl, and she is gifted with one.

Weeny peaks at her Mistress with excitement, "Weeny is very happy to serve Mistress's new baby."

The healer smiled and relaxed as she brought a white blanket to Christine, helping the new mother wrap her newborn in a blanket.

Then, suddenly, the wide white oak wood doors open. Daniel Charles Hawthorne bursted inside the room with a prideful smile as he walked towards his wife.

"How is my son?" He asks the healer.

The healer stammers as she looks at Christine. Christine subtly shakes her head as the Healer exits the room, leaving the upcoming chaos.

"It's a girl, Daniel."

Daniel's face formed into disgust and disappointment, "You birthed me a girl?" Almost shouting.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Christine ignores his outburst as she gives him a view of their child.

Daniel walks in front of her, with Weeny stepping backward in a fearful manner. Daniel grabs Christine's face, making her face him. "I need an heir, Christine."

"And you have an heir."

"A girl?"

"Yes? Will it make a difference?" Christine scoffed. Daniel's jaw tightened as he let go of her face. Christine breathed heavily, hurt.

"Yes! It will make a difference!" Daniel shouts as he paces. Pursing his lips tightly, he knows that he will never bear another child.

He will never have a male heir.

The stories that his father told him and told by his father are proven to be true. It has been for centuries.

Until now...

The bargain with the dark wizard. Was it all false?

Daniel faced his wife again as he spat. "That child will never be my heir." Then he exited the room, slamming the door behind him.

The baby cried loudly, surprised at the loud sound, and Christine cradled her daughter. A tear glided down her face.

"Mama's here." Christine whispers softly to her daughter.

Her husband became a stranger to her, and she didn't know when it happened, but it wasn't always like this.

"Weeny will make sure that Mistress's baby will be happy," Weeny consoles as she slowly walks towards the bedpost.

"Thank you, Weeny."

"What is her name, Mistress?"

Christine smiles again, glancing down at her daughter, fingertips feathering towards her daughter's full lips and chubby cheeks.

"Viviane, Viviane Blair Hawthorne."

At the moment of her birth, Viviane Blair Hawthorne's life is anything but perfect.

Author's Note:
- So, that's the prologue! I hope you all enjoyed it! I'll finish Act One before publishing/updating any chapters for this book! I like pre-writing first. Then I'll continue writing for Enchanted my Elijah fanfiction, if some of you are wondering!