T A L E S F R O M H O G W A R T S: E X O D U S

P RO L O U G E

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Summer had come and gone, it was becoming very cold and windy in the small village. The sun almost never shone and it almost always snowed. Today was a special day for the people of the village, "Happy People" as they called themselves. "The Damned" as they called the outsiders. Surprisingly members of "The Damned" had chosen to move in to this quiet and quaint village.

Trucks were not allowed into the village so they were forced to carry their furniture and such by hand, not that they'd need it. The house was quite small, like a shack. It had 3 floors plus an attic, it had no electricity and everything was to be done by hand. With only one bedroom it would be very cramped for the family of six. The family had a mother and a father (obviously) and 4 children, a daughter of 10 years, a son of 14 years, and 2 twins of 2 years old.

The one that would regret this move the most was the girl. She tried her hardest to make friends but they all seemed to neglect her. After the first few months she decided just to stay behind in her home, the only place she felt happy. Her brother of course, was fitting in perfectly, playing the game they called Quidditch and learning how to morph and make things fly, of course she didn't believe her brother. She thought of it as some trick to scare her.

But what bothered her the most was the attic, she vividly remembered when they had moved in, one man who was ever so gracious to help them move in had warned her father not to venture into the attic, some kind of evil.

One day in the village, when it was so cold no one could venture outside, the girl became stuck with taking care of the twins as everyone was out of the house. She sat on the cold floorboards, watching the two twins fight over a cracker, she snickered, the funny thing was, it wasn't a cracker at all, and it was a hardened sponge from no use.

It was getting closer to the evening when sounds came from the attic, a silent tapping of some kind. She chose to ignore it. That is until the twins had disappeared, they were nowhere in sight. The girl shrugged, what was the worst that could happen? She thought, it's such a small house, hardly large enough to get lost in. That was until it grew from minutes to hours, 3 to be exact. She wondered, she didn't hear the tapping any more, and the twins still hadn't shown up.

Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, she ventured to the 3rd floor, something out of a movie she thought. Then she looked towards the door that led to the attic, it was open surprisingly. She thought for a moment then heard the cry of one of the twin's, Harold, she would recognize his voice anywhere, and that was why it was bad. Harold was the tough one of the two twins, he never cried, only if he was in danger, real danger.

She was about to bolt up the steps when she heard a ghastly voice, something that made her want to throw up her insides and just curl up on the ground.

"Pretty aren't they? Pity they must be kept in this dump" said an almost vile voice; it was almost like a snake.

"Perhaps" replied a deep manly voice.

"Roxanne, please take them, their faces disgust me" said the snake like voice, it hissed loudly.

"Yes Lord Voldemort" replied the one that must be Roxanne, Harold screamed louder.

"Ugh, shut them up, just shut them up!" screamed the snake like voice, that must be the Voldemort the girl had heard about.

The girl's heart beat loudly, it pounded in her ears. It pounded so loudly she was almost sure that whoever was up there could hear it. There was a pause then she heard something, something she knew was not English.

"Avada Kedavra" said the man, there was a green flash and Harold's crying stopped almost instantly.

Voldemort laughed, it was even viler than his voice. "While your at it Lux, kill the other one too".

Harold was dead? She thought. Impossible, she ran up the stairs and into the room, she didn't know what happened next except that she had somehow hit her head or something hit her. She was sent flying across the room in a trail of blinding light. She tried to keep her consciousness until she saw blood trickling down the side of her face. She fainted, but before she gave out she heard her parents return home, and Voldemort saying, "kill them, kill each and everyone of those vile muggles!"

2 Weeks later police had stumbled upon this village; it was the same in every village along the county. Each village murdered, and not a trace was left behind.

But this one was different; they had found a survivor, the brother of the family, which was first murdered. He claimed to have tried to stop it only to have the real thieves escape. The police were obviously not the gullible type and took the boy into custody, until a shadowy figure emerged and claimed to be the boy's father.

The police believed this along with the money for letting the boy out.

"Thank you for saving me from that hellhole" exclaimed the boy, "I will be eternally grateful". The boy began to blabber and blabber on and on until he had a question.

"Won't we be taking a car? It's far to long to walk," said the boy, and then the stranger turned, a grin on his face, he laughed. "You don't get it do you?" he said, the boy did not reply.

"Your going to a place far worse than that so called prison, if you even for a second think that that's some sort of hellhole then you will be blown out of your mind when you see this place, this place I would say is more of a hell than anything you could find in a muggle world" added the stranger.

The boy was puzzled, before he could sputter even a word he was pulled through some kind of ring, something that squeezed the air right out of him, he saw all sorts of colors. And as soon as he had stopped he realized something, this stranger was no ordinary stranger. It was a wizard, the kind he had struggled so hard to become, an auror.

"This is Azkaban Wizard and Witches jail, you can't put me here unless I've done something to break the law" said the boy. The auror laughed again and took the boy under his cloak. "You're obviously not as stupid as you look".

The boy struggled to get free but was eventually carried into Azkaban Prison.

"Keep an eye on this one, he's not exactly a muggle like he looks," said the auror as he handed the boy to the Dementor. The Dementor replied with a grim nod and a grunt. He carried the boy inside.

The police thought they had this case solved, instead of telling the public that the murderer was a boy, they chose to say it was a very dangerous man with guns and weapons. They obviously didn't want everyone to know a boy fooled them. They had even counted the entire villager's in the village and said they were all there, that no bodies were lost. Little did they know that one body was still alive, the girl.

Voldemort laughed and laughed, it filled the night air with a vile stench. The full moon came beaming down upon him and his evil group.

"Damned muggles wouldn't know a dark wizard murdered these fools even if it came up and bit them in the place it would most hurt!" mused Lux, he held a small bottle in hand, it's form was that of a small hourglass. Inside was a mysterious purple liquid; it swished in the bottle as he fiddled with it.

"Now that we have the ingredients, shouldn't we be moving on?" interrupted Roxanne, Lux gave her a deathly stare, he hated it when someone interrupted his moments of glory.

"Of course, but first Lord Voldemort. May I ask you a question?" asked Lux, bowing to his master.

"Lux, you should know better by now. You're my right hand man; you don't need to ask if you can ask a question" replied Voldemort, his voice was now very frail, his back turned. Lux momentarily turned around and grinned at Roxanne, he was the favorite.

"Thank you Lord Voldemort" began Lux at the first sign of kindness. "Why did you spare that girl?" he continued, even before Lux could take another breathe Voldemort spun around. He had his face revealed, it was pale as pale can be. No mouth, ears, or nose. Just piercing red eyes that looked like slights on his face. He had fangs that made Lux fear the most. Lux then fell to the floor, crawled in a ball and sulked. He was experiencing some kind of nightmare…

Roxanne said nothing as Voldemort began to walk slowly. "Don't worry! He'll catch up!" he huffed. She followed and watched as Lux muttered to himself.

It was then that Roxanne decided never to mention anything about that horrible day. They left the village now called, The Village of the Damned for the last time.