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A Beginning of an End - Prologue | | Author: | Shadowkin | | Genre: | General | | Rating: | G | | Score: | 4.31579   | | Story: | Harry lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His life had changed so much in the past few years and so had he. He found himself thinking of his friends, of Ron and Hermione. They had played a part in his life too. His thoughts drifted to Ginny and his feelings for her. He couldn’t let any of it get in his way, he reprimanded himself. He had to be focused on the task at hand. But his thoughts kept straying. To Dumbledore, who had given his life for Harry, and Snape, who had taken it. Hatred rose up within him, a dark, immense force, driving his will.
Harry got out of his bed with a start. He had to find the other Horcruxes, he just had to! He walked over to Hedwigs cage, where the snowy owl would usually rest. She was gone now, off with a letter to the Ron. He knew she would find him. He had been staying at Sirius’s house since coming back from Hogwarts and his sixth year. His house. The loss still ached deep within him. Sirius. He stood before his mirror, taking in the image of the sixteen year old boy who had lived through so much. So much where others had not. He was taller now, his frame broader and more muscular. He still retained his uncontrollable, jet black hair and startling green eyes. Yet he was a different person. He had to do something. With a sudden whirl he turned and grabbed his father’s cloak from a nearby chair and swung it on. He disappeared from view instantly. He slowly opened the door and crept down the stairs.
Mindful of Mrs. Black’s portrait (and any others in the vicinity) he moved towards the room where he kept his suitcase and extra clothes. The house was not empty and he knew he could be caught any moment. No.12 Grimmauld Place had been the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for two years now and its members still moved in and out at will. Harry knew that Tonks was upstairs and Kingsley was in the room adjacent to the one he was creeping into. His breathing was laboured with the effort of being quiet. The rest of the Order were out on missions, their activities had been furtive and misdirected in the wake of Dumbledore’s death and were only now becoming coherent. Pushing the aged door aside, he eagerly reached inside for his stuff. He grabbed what clothes he could and some gold and shoved them into the suitcase. He could only hope that the Order would not be able to track him. Everything would be ruined if they did. He had been thinking on his plan for weeks now. The time was right he had decided. It could not wait longer. Grabbing the trunk's handle, he apparated from the room with a small pop.
He didn’t know the area he had arrived in very well. He had only recently learned how to apparate properly and the Order had seemed suspicious at his motives for learning it. A dusty road stretched before him into the impenetrable darkness. There were pinpricks of light in the distance, lights that may have been buildings. He could only remember bits of it and knew it mostly from stories he had heard and books he had read. The wind blew icily across him and he drew his cloak closer to him. The trees rattled behind him, the wind a low moan.
Harry pulled out his wand and muttered, “Lumos”
A globe of light appeared at the tip of his wand and illuminated the area around him. He stared at the place, daunted by the gaunt, sinister look of it. Low bushes framed the road and were in turn backed up by a small forest of trees. He tried to take it all in and recall something, anything, but his mind refused to divulge a single thing. Eventually, after what seemed hours, he shuffled forward across the road toward one of the nearer seeming buildings. Before he reached it he stopped. The light of his wand had revealed a sign in the path in front of him. Harry held his breath. The sign read “Godric’s Hollow”.
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