Chapter 1: Your Next…
"Did you read the news on the daily prophet?!"
"Of course. It's really scary, the way those wizards died"
"I heard that before they died, they got a tarot card of death"
"Did all of them went through a card reading?"
"No, they just saw one in their home. And then they died"
"How?"
"By the killing curse, of course!"
"Who killed them?"
"No one knows yet…"
"Could it be….. You-Know-Who?"
"No! Harry Potter defeated him ages ago! It can't be!"
"But you never know! He is the most powerful dark wizard!"
"Maybe it's the death eaters?"
"I thought they were gone a long time ago…?"
Albus Severus Potter listened with interest. They are discussing the biggest news, famously called the Card of Death, simply because all of the victims had a tarot card of death with them before they died. No one knows the identity of the killer though. Which is why he's interested, for he wanted to be an Auror, just like his dad, the famous Harry Potter.
The news is horrible.... he thought, A lot had been killed already. I hope they will catch the killer soon....
When they were done with lunch, he went back to his regular life; school, talking with friends, being teased by his big brother James. He thought his life was boring and is wishing that his life would be adventurous like his parent's had been.
It was a mistake for him to wish that.
Later that night, Al can't sleep and took out his invisibility cloak (his father let them borrow it if they promise to use it wisely. Of course, they never did, just as his mom had warned him) and went out the night for a walk. He sneaked outside, almost alarming the fat lady, but luck is on his side. Outside near the forbidden forest, he wandered around but never daring to go in the forest itself. He remembered how the headmaster had warned them that it's out of bounds, especially for first year students, and that a lot of scary things are in there.
He stopped and stared at the night sky, which is in a magnificent and deep shade of purple and shining with stars. He drank in the beauty of nature.
Then something fell from the sky and dropped in front of him. He looked down. It was something small, thin and rectangular. He wondered how something that light drop like a heavy weight. He picked it up and took out his wand and whispered lumos. Dread and terror struck him as he realized what he was holding.
It was a card with the picture of the grim reaper in it, waving his scythe crazily. Around him lay dead bodies, with a red moon in the background.
The tarot card of death.
The grim reaper turned his skull face at Albus, his empty eye sockets glowing red. Your next, he whispered diabolically.