Hello world ^^

This is my first fan-fic ever, please don't feel you have to be nice, I'm all for constructive criticism.

The small wizarding community of Ela Vale sat atop a hill overlooking three muggle villages. The town was quaint, a weeping willow was centered in the town square, surrounded by shops containing wizard supplies, a candy store, and in the far back corner was a dingy little pub known as The Winking Elf Pub. Barely any light reached the pub on a regular day and it hadn't had many visitors since the fall of the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Ela Vale was one of those towns where nothing ever happened, simple town, simple people. But on this particular day that was all about to change.

It was one of those days where nobody dared leave their homes, dark and dreary, rain splattering hard against the pavement and wind that made it hard to walk, the kind of day that would depress the happiest man on Earth. At the Winking Elf Pub, two men sat at a small table conversing in hushed tones as an eager barmaid scuttled about, cleaning up the messes of the night before. She had not suspected anything of the two men, regulars at the Pub. She simply nodded curtly to them and brought them their usual drinks.

It was quite obvious that the men didn't want their conversation to be heard.

'Findley" Said the man on the right, "you're not hearing what I'm saying. There have been more and more disappearances and deaths of ministry wizards as the days go on. We are no longer safe. Perhaps we should have at least tried to erase the boy's memory…"

"Don't be ridiculous Apollo!" The man known as Findley said a little too loudly. He glanced around for the barmaid before he lowered his voice again, "He was merely a child, no harm can come of hi-"

"Hush! Are you forgetting about Harry Potter?" The man known as Apollo interrupted, "He was only a child when he defeated He Who Shall Not Be Named, he was only seventeen when he finished him off for good."

"Yes, but where is he now?" Findley asked, then he leaned in towards Apollo, "The minister reckons that he's the cause of all these deaths, it's all over the Prophet… There are also rumours going around that he's planning a rebellion against the new Minister for Magi-"

"Watch your mouth Findley! You know as well as I that even speaking of rumours of a rebellion is cause to be sent to Azkaban these days." Apollo glanced nervously towards the door, then his eyes flitted to the barmaid who was wiping down a tabletop on the other side of the bar. Finally his eyes landed on his watch, "It's about time that I head home… Keep your mouth shut about all this rebellion nonsense." Apollo stood and shook Findley's hand as if they had been having a normal conversation as on any other day. The barmaid gave him a small smile as he exited the pub and he started his short journey home.

Usually, Apollo would have simply apparated straight home in times like these, what with all the deaths and disappearances, but he figured that he would be fine tonight as he lived just around the corner and their had been no known deaths in this area so far.

He turned up his collar and leaned against the wind as he walked. He had never noticed just how far his house was from the pub before today. The rain made him deaf to any noises around him, maybe the pleading of a man as he tried to bargain for his life, and the wind hurt his eyes making it impossible to see anything such as the flash of green light reflecting off the puddles on the road. But even rain and wind can't mask the desperate scream of a barmaid.

Oh Findley, what have you done to upset the poor girl? He thought to himself, turning once more to face the pub just in time to see the second green flash. He immediately knew exactly what had become of the barmaid. But, for as long as he could remember, Findley was a very kind person, he wouldn't kill an innocent woman. Was he wrong about his companion all these years? Apollo slowly walked back towards The Winking Elf Pub but stopped once he saw the Pub's door opening.

"Findley? Is that you?" He called out to the hooded figure stepping out of the Pub's door. The man started walking towards him, "Findley, I must ask what it is you think that you are doing!" Deep down, Apollo knew all along that the man walking towards him was not his friend, Findley. Apollo squinted his eyes to find the man raising his wand , pointing it directly at him.

"Findley?" His hopes were dwindling fast and by the time the mysterious man's mouth formed the words that would end his life he had realized just who the man was…

Harry Potter.

Well, what do you think so far? Reviews are highly appreciated.

Let me give you some information on this story:

This is merely the Prologue, I tried to write this story similar to how JK Rowling would write it, with the prologue revealing important information but not yet introducing the main character (does that make any sense to anyone but myself?).

The time is a few years after Harry Potter's youngest child graduated from Hogwarts, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione would be around 47. (At least that's what my math tells me... They were 17 at the end of the Deathly Hollows, then there's 19 years later when Lily was 9. She had to wait 2 years to go to Hogwarts, then 7 years of study and two years later makes it 47.)

The rest of the background information will be revealed in later chapters.

Thanks for reading! ^^