It is raining. He is walking down a battle torn street with a menacing look on his face. He is
pleased with himself and is going to except praise from his master, the most feared wizard in
the world, Lord Voldomort. "Master I have completed the deed you have asked me to do" "Good
Barty Crouch. Soon we will have found Godric Griffindor and then the other Hogwarts founders!"
Some one behind him pointed there wand at Voldomort, but Voldomort was to quick and took out is
own wand and shouted "Avada Kedavra" and the man just crumpled up and fell to the ground.
Many miles away a kid named Harry Potter just woke up at the Weasleys Burrow with his scar nearly
blinding him with pain. "Harry," said his best friend Ron Weasley; " whats wrong?!" "I don't know but
I got a feeling that we might leave Hogwarts a little early for the search of the horcruxes and of
Hogwarts founders."