Hayhay!
Ik zal het kort houden. Ik had er over zitten nadenken om mijn HP story te vertalen naar het Engels en deze op Wattpad te zetten. Nu heb ik geprobeerd om de Proloog te vertalen en ik wilde eigenlijk wel jullie mening horen. Ik kan wel engels, maar het is zeker niet perfect. Dus daarom aarzel ik nog of ik het wil vertalen enzo. Ik heb wat google vertalen gebruikt en zelf ook dingen veranderd, maar goed. Ik zou graag horen wat jullie vinden van mijn engels 
Nou goed, dit is het vertaalde stukje en het eigenlijke proloog staat in de spoiler;
A woman ran hastily through the trees. Leaves crunched under her aching feet and wind blew through her soaked hair. Her black, lopsided cloak was flapping behind her, but she didn't take the time to pull it straight. She was numb to her bones, but she allowed herself no rest, not now. Air shot through her lungs and made her throat burn. For how long she had run, she didn't know, but she was out of breath. For a moment the thunder drowned the sound of her panting and a flash of lightning lit her path. She looked back, anxious and terrified of what was approaching.
The rain dripped on her skin, but she didn't care about that, nor the thunder or the lightning. She almost tripped when het foot got stuck in the soggy ground, but she recovered herself and kept running. She felt a pain like knives stabbing her side, but that did not stop her. A secluded house appeared on the horizon, and for a moment she looked hopeful. A twinkle sparkled in her eyes, brighter than lightning strikes; safety was near. She looked down at the bundle in her arms, then turned her attention back to the darkened road ahead. She was enrobed and delivered to the darkness of the night, waiting for the lightning to illuminate her path. The only thing she focused on was the dim light of the night lamp that softly shone at the front door of the house. The windows were dark and it was dead quiet, the residents were fast asleep.
One clear sign of relief appeared on womans face when she put her foot on the doorstep of the house and laid the baby down on the matt. She nervously looked around, but then when she was sure she was alone, she stepped back and took out a long wooden stick from under her cloak. She took one last look at the sleeping child and wiped a tear from under her swollen, red eyes. A few short words were spoken and the light which provided the home of some light extinguished and the woman put back her wand. 'Farewell, dearest cousin,' she said sadly, and then she disappeared into the darkness of the forest. There was a deafening bang, like lightning that had hit a tree and a green light appeared between the trees. There was a scream that could send chills to the bone, followed by the cries of the baby that had woken up. Lights went on, soft whispering sounded at the windows and the front door slowley opened.
Hard Work. Good-hearted. Loyalty. And Fair Play: I'm a Hufflepuff In Every Single Way.
