Harry Potter and the Secret Within Godric's Hollow
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and Harry Potter world belongs to J.K. Rowling. The additional characters you read here belong to the extraordinary mind of Mae.
Prologue: The Death of a Great Man"We are gathered here on this day, to mourn the death of a man. The death of a great man, greater than most others, and maybe even the greatest man of them all."
As these words were spoken, cries can be heard within the crowd. The wails of crying mothers, even students, fill the air, shouting out the same thing.
"DUMBLEDORE! NOOOO!"
One distinctive boy in the front row turns away from the white casket holding his beloved mentor. With tears falling silently down his brilliant green eyes and the wind blowing back his black unruly hair, one can see a flash of the lightning bolt shaped scar on the middle of his forehead. The whole time, only one thought ran through the boy's mind.
I'm gonna kill him.
The only thought that burned inside the mind of Harry James Potter.
A sniffle can be heard coming from his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. They obviously fancy each other but this was the least of his problems right now. Ron sat on the right of Harry, while Hermione sat on Ron's right, holding his hand tightly with their fingers entwined and her head resting peacefully on his shoulder. For Ron, even though he was currently attending a funeral, he couldn't help but feel happy at the fact that Hermione was holding his hand. Better yet, he couldn't believe that Hermione Granger was resting her head on his shoulder. Blimey, she smells absolutely wonderful, and her hand fits so perfectly in mine. Unbeknownst to Ron, Hermione was thinking the exact same thing. I can't believe that Ron is holding my hand. I must be dreaming.She silently scolded herself, chastising that she shouldn't be happy but sad. This is a funeral for Merlin's sake. But even though, the thought brought pleasurable butterflies to her stomach.
As the service started finishing up, Harry turned to look at his love, his best mate's sister, Ginny. He wasn't paying attention to the Ministry official, who was leading the funeral reading, but working endlessly to form some kind of plan in his mind. This was it. He came to a decision, one that will break both of their hearts. Breaking up is the only thing that he could do to save and protect her life. Everyone then started to stand to give his or her last words to the lifeless wizard. Harry took this opportune time to grasp Ginny's hand with his and lead her to the lake where he will break the news to her.
Ron and Hermione both noticed this but did not say anything. As they watched their friends talk, Ron unconsciously rubs his thumb on Hermione's hand, causing her to look up at his face and see the worry and concern written on his narrowed eyes. He is too adorable. She thought with a smile. Suddenly Ron turned his head to look at her. Startled at first, she then looks into his eyes as he did likewise, speaking some sort of language that only they can understand. Just for a moment, they both thought they saw love in each other's eyes. But before one could linger to see, a loud sob carries the two out of their gaze. The cause of the sob came from a frantically crying Ginny holding on to Harry. They try to walk towards them but was cut off by a voice, which belonged to Mr. Weasley.
"You two should go on and pack. They need some time alone right now."
Ron then turns to look at Hermione for what to do, only to find her nodding to his father. He turned back to his dad and nodded also. They take one more glance at the other couple by the lake before taking Mr. Weasley's advice and walking towards the castle.
Swoosh.
Ron quickly turned his head to the source of the sound. Squinting lightly, he thought he saw something move in the forest. He squinted a bit more trying to see what the noise was, only to find a crow fly out of the trees. Hmm…must be my imagination. He turned to look at Hermione who was looking questioningly at him. He simply smiled and said, "Thought I saw something but it was just a bird." The concern in Hermione's features seemed to relax and she then nodded as they made their way to the Gryffindor Common room.
Whilst in another part of England, screams of torture plagued the air. Leading to a cellar within the house with blue shutters. The screams get louder and louder as you go down the cellar finally reaching a door. Behind the door, a weak and very much in pain Pettigrew rolls on the floor.
"You have failed me once more. Everytime a task is asked upon you, you always seem to fail. You may have brought me back from the dead but that does not mean you have gained my respect. CRUCIOO!"
More screams can be heard once again from Pettigrew, whose face scrunched up in fear as he looks at his master. He then rolls onto his back only to find himself looking at the yellow eyes of Nagini, his master's pet.
"Nagini! Leave him be. I still need him."
Pettigrew turned to look at his master, silent tears now escaping his eyes.
"I-I'm so s-s-sorry, my L-lo-lord. It won't happen again." His eyes pleading silently as he bows down.
"Good. Now that Dumbledore is out of the picture, we are a step ahead of the magical community. I want you to get Nott and tell him to bring the children to the lair and teach them the fundamentals of the Dark Arts. Round up the Lycanthropes and vampires to prepare them for the Réspico Devoninchi. And make sure that Lucius does not forget to kidnap the muggleborns especially that filthy little mudblood." The Dark Lord turned to leave the room, but stopped just at the doorway.
"Oh and Wormtail? Do not fail me again."
And with that, Voldemort exited the room with Nagini close behind him. Silence began to fill the air until Wormtail broke down, breathing loudly and gasping in pain.
Deep in the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, they watched their leader silently. They all have grown through the years but their abilities still remained intact. Suddenly the bushes begin to rustle. As they turned to look at the intruder, they relaxed once they recognized him.
"Perimeters clear. They're going to go home soon," came the deep and low voice of the man whose catlike eyes pierced the dark. A grunt was heard through the silence. The man then turned to look at the man who started to sharpen his axe. "Do you have something to say, Grant?" Grant then looks up to the man before standing up. "Are you sure that he still remembers what to do, Salim?" Before Salim could respond, a soothing voice came to answer instead.
"Of course he does, Grant. He is the best of the best. Knowing him, he probably hasn't told anyone of his abilities." The voice belonged to a rather beautiful woman, whose raven black hair swayed in the wind. Behind her, another man comes out of the shadow, his ruby eyes caressing the dark. "What do you think, Kratos?"
"We will know soon but for the meantime, let us test out if Ron Weasley is still that warrior we all happen to remember."