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Godric's Hollow, 1995
The night grew colder with every passing hour, finally reaching the chimes of midnight. The moon rose to its peak, shining the soft light towards the small village of Godric's Hollow. Not one should be awake in this late hour, yet there is. A man sits on the old wooden bench over-looking an isolated park, reading an article in a newspaper. He sported quite an amused expression as he read the headline:
'HENRY-FLEAMONT POTTER, THE CHOSEN ONE'
Ah, the Potters. James and Lily Potter are the proud parents of this chosen one and seemingly forget, as did the whole world, his twin, their youngest son. His disappearance was unexpected, making the parents remember his existence for only a few days before the search was cut and all the attention was placed on Henry again. This followed on as several disappearances were acknowledged and forgotten.
Time slowly passed while the man read in the faint light of the moon. He looked up when he felt another presence. The emerald irises glowed brightly in the night, authority and pure power radiated from it. He turned his head and gazed at an approaching figure unsurprised by their sudden appearance. A small smile made it's way on his lips and he stood up, making his way towards them for a greeting. The man started to spread his arms as the figure became closer and closer until his arms wrapped around them. He let go and moved back, giving each other some space to speak.
'We are finally here, are we not?' The man said to the figure whose features are now seen when they walked underneath the moonlight. Slightly curly, hazel-brown hair and deep green eyes with pink-ish lips on a sharp jaw; defined cheekbones that were flushed because of the cold air.
'It seems so,' the figure stated coolly. 'Nothing has changed since the last that I have been here. I do not doubt that the people have either.'
'In the name of Merlin, I surely hope that they have changed before the dark preys upon them. The powers that be may not grant them mercy if they ask it.' The man smirked sadistically at the new thought that sprouted in his mind. 'I would not mind if I must watch them suffer.'
'Calm down before you lose control. Surely what you are saying is not true?' The figure asked, 'You are not the cruel, no matter the situation.'
'Everything is true, Tom!' The man spat. He took a breath and calmed before speaking again. 'It has been a while since you have seen me; you cannot assume that I am the same person as before. You of all people should understand that circumstances change people, especially the most affected.'
The figure, Tom; nodded in defeat. He could not find himself to argue against the truth of the man's words. Every argument they have, this is always brought up and Tom must admit his defeat to the man. Although he felt terrible about the topic, he could not help but feel pride for the man at his strength in this situation. Quite disturbing, yes, but it is the truth of it all.
'It is almost time for you to leave,' the man told Tom. 'I bid you farewell and safe travels. I will see you again soon.'
'What? How can you be sure that you will be alive the next time I see you? Of all the reckless things to do, you go back to the source of your immoral beginning?' Tom spluttered in outrage.
'I am sure that I will still be alive to see the new morrow. I am very hard to eliminate,' smirked the man.
'Yes but -' Tom was cut off by the sound of chatter in the far distance.
'You must leave now before you are caught.' The man pushed the other to the opposite direction of the noise and insisted he disappear before the sunlight hits the horizon. Tom turned around in a circle and dissaparated from the spot, leaving the man alone in the park.
A voice interrupted the newfound silence,
'Until we meet again, Harry Potter.'
The man grinned and he too disappeared his spot.
A/N: HER ROYAL HIGHNESS J.K ROWLING OWNS HARRY POTTER. I only own the plot and what not... (Only Warning)