🥀ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤: ℍ.ℙ🥀

ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 ℂ𝕦𝕡: 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

In a dark, presumably at night and old man lights a gas oven with a match, preparing food.

He notices a light on in the large house opposite, he stops what he's doing and walks to the door.

"Bloody kids.", He mutters under his breath.

He leaves the house and heads towards the light.

The old man is wandering up to the house carrying a lit torch.

He opens the front door, inside is just as dark. He begins climbing the stairs, he hears whispers and hushed voices coming from upstairs.

The old man waits outside the room where the conversation is taking place and listens on.

"Oh no no no my Lord Voldemort. I only meant... perhaps if we were to do it without the boy..", The voice of Peter Pettigrew is heard

"NO! The boy is everything, it cannot be done without him and it WILL be done exactly as I say.", Voldemort snaps at him.

"I will not disappoint you my lord.", An unknown man says to Voldemort.

"Good. First, gather our old comrades. Send them a sign."

A snake slithers past the old man and into the room.

"Nagini tells me the old caretaker is standing outside the door."

Pettigrew stands in the doorway and looks at the old man. The old man is terrified.

"Step aside so I can give our guest a proper greeting."

A loud spell is cast followed by darkness.

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Harry wakes up in a flash of panic, sweating profusely.

"Harry!", Hermione is in his face.

Harry is flustered and still panicing.

"Are you alright?", She asks.

"Hermione. Bad dream.", He sighs.

Hermione goes over to Ron's bed. As Emily comes to sit on Harry's bed.

"You alright?"

"Not really. I'll tell you about it later."

She nods and gives him a comforting hug, which he gladly accepts.

"Wake up. Wake up Ronald!", Hermione hisses from across the room.

"Bloody hell.", Ron sits up and pulls the covers over himself.

"Honestly. Get dressed, and don't go back to sleep. Come on Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready."

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"Where are we actually going?", Harry asks Ron, while they all walk through the forest, seemingly aimlessly.

"Don't know. Hey Dad! Where are we going?", Ron calls ahead to his father.

"Haven't the foggiest, keep up!"

"Arthur! It's about time son.", A man exclaims.

"Sorry Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. This is Amos Diggory everyone, he works with me at the ministry. And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?", Mr. Weasley replies.

"Yes sir.", The boy, Cedric, nods.

"Merlin's beard, you must be Harry Potter.", Mr. Diggory says to Harry who laughs nervously.

"Yes sir. This way."

"Great great pleasure."

They shake hands.