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Prologue

Quirrel P.O.V.

Quirrel walked the streets of London the sunny day of August, 1991. He could really feel how the autumn was coming closer every day. He was on his way to The Leaking Cauldron with his master. It was a windy day and he felt how the turban slowly began to glide of his head. He stopped and quickly raised a hand to fix it. He heard a quiet voice whisper threatening from the back of his head.

- Be careful, you fool!

- I'm so sorry, master. It will not happen again, Quirrel said frightened.

- Stop talking and just keep on going, the voice spoke.

Quirrel continued to walk down the busy streets of London. The muggles were walking all around concerned with their own insignificant business. He turned to a small, empty street. Suddenly he accidently bumped into a girl that interrupted his thoughts. He heard a young girl's voice.

- I am so sorry, sir!

Quirrel looked at the girl with a superior look on his face. As the girl kept on walking up the street he heard the whispering voice once again.

- Filthy mudblood.

- Shall I kill her for you, master?, Quirrel asked.

He began to reach his wand but was interrupted by the voice.

- No, wait! We can use her…

- How, my master?

- Why waist pure blood when needed, when we can waist hers. I might need someone in the future who can get their hands dirty for me.

He listened to his master who explained the curse he was about to use on the girl. His hand rose and the wand pointed to the girl. He whispered the word and saw how the girl stopped for a moment and then continued to walk out on the main street.