Noises. Sounds. Voices.
Voices reached his ears. Echoing as if they were travelling through a tunnel. It took a great deal of effort to focus on the interaction. The agitation grew and the tone turned cold.
"-if you want to be dimwitted, leave my company, Greyback. I'm sure Carrow will appreciate your incoherent rambling more than I. That is... if he hasn't already lost what was left of his sanity."
"Shove off Lucius. Lose the 'greater than thou' act. I've seen you snivelling at the feet of the Dark Lord."
The darkness slowly removed it's curtain and Harry could clearly see the outline of two men, walking down the pavement into the night. Their cloaks bellowing and their steps quickening.
"Where's the damned witch's house? Why couldn't we just apparate instead of walking?", barked Greyback.
Lucius turned. For the first time in several years, Harry saw the gaunt and sunken face of the Malfoy Patriarch. The haughty expression had been replaced with only a shred of confidence and an unnerving glimmer of lunacy which littered his face.
"Have you always been this thick-headed Greyback? Do you want the Ministry to track us down and throw us back into Azkaban?"
Greyback mumbled along the lines of "pompous git" under his breath but remained silent after earning a threatening look from his blond companion.
Silence followed. The men continued down the path into the heavy darkness and deafening quiet. The scene grew heavy, it felt as if Atlas himself had put the physical weight of the world upon Harry's shoulders. Exhausted from what he had witnessed, Harry succumbed to the blackness and awoke with a start, cold sweat running down his neck. His scar did not need to hurt to tell him to fear what was coming.
All was not well.
This is the first fanfiction I have ever written. I would really appreciate constructive criticism and feedback!
This is only a Prologue, I don't know if I'll continue but I thought I'd publish it for some feedback.