Prologue
In this particular wizard's opinion, there was no nicer place to stroll through on a summer evening, than Diagon Alley. The sun was just setting, shops were closed, and a few market stalls were still there, with the last of their goods on display. Hardly anyone was walking through, it was quiet and completely the opposite from the hustle and bustle of just a few hours ago.
Still.something was amiss, wasn't it? He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely strange.
Unexpectedly, a flash of red and gold light disrupted his thoughts completely.
The old wizard looked up at the skies.ah yes. The familiar, reassuring yet at the same time overly dramatic sign was lighting up the stars. Marauder Boy! Actually, mused the old wizard, as the lightening sign flashed a range of colours overhead, he wasn't too sure Marauder Boy actually knew what the word 'Marauder' meant. Or maybe he did, and was raiding, prowling, looting and intruding in his spare time, when he wasn't saving the Wizarding World - and just kept it quiet.
The lightening sign in the sky suddenly materialised into a real lightening bolt, turned so the tip was pointing downwards, and plummeted to the earth, setting alight a market stall, where its unfortunate owner was still packing up from a day's trading.
The wizard smiled. Yes, everything was normal. He was stupid to have worried.
In this particular wizard's opinion, there was no nicer place to stroll through on a summer evening, than Diagon Alley. The sun was just setting, shops were closed, and a few market stalls were still there, with the last of their goods on display. Hardly anyone was walking through, it was quiet and completely the opposite from the hustle and bustle of just a few hours ago.
Still.something was amiss, wasn't it? He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely strange.
Unexpectedly, a flash of red and gold light disrupted his thoughts completely.
The old wizard looked up at the skies.ah yes. The familiar, reassuring yet at the same time overly dramatic sign was lighting up the stars. Marauder Boy! Actually, mused the old wizard, as the lightening sign flashed a range of colours overhead, he wasn't too sure Marauder Boy actually knew what the word 'Marauder' meant. Or maybe he did, and was raiding, prowling, looting and intruding in his spare time, when he wasn't saving the Wizarding World - and just kept it quiet.
The lightening sign in the sky suddenly materialised into a real lightening bolt, turned so the tip was pointing downwards, and plummeted to the earth, setting alight a market stall, where its unfortunate owner was still packing up from a day's trading.
The wizard smiled. Yes, everything was normal. He was stupid to have worried.