THE SEVEN FACES OF THE SNAKE

PROLOGUE

Harry was woken by a sharp rap on his door in the middle of the night. He checked the digital clock on his night stand which said that it was three a.m. He was curious as to who'd be at the door at this time in the night, or more correctly, morning. He hurriedly put on a t-shirt as the rapping on the door became more incessant. He fumbled for his wand and looked through the peephole.

His eyes widened as he saw who it was. He hurriedly opened the door to find Hermione Granger, his best friend, soaking wet, shivering to the bone, and cowering against the doorframe, her body wracking with sobs.

"Hermione what's wrong? What - "

"You were right Harry. Right from the very beginning. I shouldn't have trusted Phillipe O'Dare. "

A/n - This is very short I know, but it's a prologue. There will be more to come. And the story is an original idea of the talented fanfiction writer Craft Rose. She never got to updating the story and deleted it a few months back. I really liked the idea, so here I am. Hope you enjoy. Don't forget to review lovelies :)