A/N: Yeah, I started another story.  

---Earlier that Night---

Cloaked figures appeared on the streets of a small neighborhood. Its residents unaware of the deadly deed that was to be taken place soon. Fog swirled around the figures as the swiftly made their way to the fronts of each house.

As one voice each with a raspy voice mumbled the spell to open locks and stepped inside. Lucuis was one of the many who were to commit this deed and swept into the house, making sure to cause some noise to wake the house's owners.

Upstairs a man woke up hastily and looked around before realization dawned on him. He grabbed a metal baseball bat the laid by his bed. He looked over to his wife with a look of care and got up and made his way downstairs.

"Nott, Bulstrode, go the back way upstairs and finish off the kids and the wife, and hurry." He whispered lightly. His comrades nodded their understanding and went to do their job. A short stout man came out from the stairs with a bat in position.

"Who is there? Show your self!" His voice was meant to portray braveness, but came out as a low moan.

Lucuis appeared and quickly pointed his wand at the man's throat. He whispered another spell and pointed at the bat. It glowed then yanked itself out of the man's grasp and threw it self out the window, raining glass on the man and Lucuis.

He stuck the wand into his belt and drew out a small gun as he pulled the trigger. "You know, I have always found wands to be such a great weapon, just as long as you know the right spells. But…" He rubbed the gun downs its metal handle. "These muggle inventions, guns, to be more precise, are so much better, don't you think?" Lucuis backed away and pointed his gun at the man. "Say goodbye."

Outside, screams of foreboding and gunshots could be heard as the moon glowed red then disappeared as a cloud blanketed it in darkness.

-----Other side of London-----

Hermione screamed as she sat up in bed. Beads of sweat covered her forehead and hair clung to her body as she panted slightly. "Why does this keep happening to me?" She moaned softly as she rested her head on the 2 palms of her hands. Ever since the last day of her 5th year at Hogwarts, she had been having these recurring dreams of a shadow of a man who would not leave her alone.

She rolled out of bed and glanced at the clock on her bedside. 4:25 am. She sighed again and wrapped her bath robe around her as she made her way down stairs. She didn't dare to make a sound since she was afraid of what her father might do to her.

Recently, her mother died and her father turned to alcohol to keep him from committing suicide. Almost every night, he would come home drunk with a bottle of Vodka in his hand. If Hermione did not do the tasks that he ordered her to do, she would suffer that night, slammed into the walls, and being beat uncontrollably by her father.

She always told herself that it was the alcohol talking when her father insulted her, called her names. It was all the alcohol's fault. But sometimes she would wonder if it wasn't the alcohol, but that was how her father really thought of her. The alcohol was just something that making him sound out his true feelings.

Hermione crept down the stairs and into the kitchen. She turned on the small television that sat on the counter in a corner. Flipping to a news channel, she began to prepare some hot chocolate for herself.

Every night, she would be found walking down unlit corridors, an air of death hung in the shadows. Whispers of long forgotten secrets seeped from the cracks of the walls as a sudden light would burst from the end of the corridors, sending the darkness into abyss.

A shadow of a man would always be standing there, wearing a mask to cover his face. It would seem that everything would be okay by then… but it never is. The world around Hermione would shatter like glass and fall, taking Hermione along with it. As she fell, flashes of her friends would surround her, and her rival, Draco Malfoy. She never figured out why he showed up in her dreams, but she always remembered the picture of him clearly, more than her friends.

Brushing the thoughts away, she peered at the T.V..

"Reports of a slaughter occurred last night happened in the neighborhood on the north side of London. Officials say that they have no clue as to how these incidents could of occurred." The anchor women announced as the camera showed the inside of a house. A dead body laid in a pool of blood and a near by window was smashed into pieces. Blood smeared the walls and a message was written into it.

Fear Voldemort, he is alive once again.

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