THE CHILDREN OF HARRY POTTER: RISE OF THE DARK ORDER
PROLOGUE
Harry Potter, head of the Auror Office in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, set down his quill with and air of relief, leant back and closed his eyes, glad that long, boring and complicated letter was complete. He was jerked back into life by a loud knocking on his cubicle door and saw his best friend Ron Weasely grinning at him from the doorway. "Hey Harry, are you ready to leave?"
"Yes, just let me get my stuff." Harry stood up, stretched and gasped his hand flying to his face as a sharp pain shot through his forehead.
"What?" Ron asked, sounding worried. His eyes fixed on Harry's hand and his mouth dropped open. "No, not- "
"Yeah" Harry replied, he looked Ron straight in the eyes seeing his fear in Ron's eyes.
For Harry Potter had just felt something he had not felt in 19 years, something that meant danger. A searing pain in his lighting shaped scar.
