READ PLEASE; Please understand, I know this isn't a very great start, but this is the first 'Harry Potter' story I've written. In time I'll obviously get better, but for now, this is all I have. Please, review. Tell me what you like, what you hate and what I can work on. It'll be very appreciated. :) Taa.


Chapter One

The Awakening

It was a warm Summer night. One of the warmest nights Britain has experienced in a while. Little Hangleton was at peace and every one was in there homes, all tucked in and sitting by candle light. All but one person. A hooded figure was standing outside The Hanged Man, waiting for someone, or something.
The man looked tall, thin and weakly built. He had a bit of a hunch going on.
After standing, motionless, for a few minutes, he walked over to the other side of the road and started to stare blankly into the cement between the bricks, until suddenly, he pulled his wand out and cast a spell, revelling a neatly folded piece of paper.

Nott,

Please come to the headquarters immediately

With a loud pop, he disappeared into thin air and appeared at the door of the Riddles' mansion where he found another hooded man waiting outside for him.
The man walked forward and opened the door and took a deep breath in, 'Nott, we 'ave been waitin'.' he said, in his low rasp of a voice.
'Goyle,' he snorted, 'I was indeed waiting for a sign that never came.'
Goyle then walked in the door and took off his hood

Gregory Goyle was still the same broad-shouldered, short, fat, unintelligent man with long gorilla arms, dull eyes and bristly hair. Nothing had changed about him since Hogwarts. His parents had been sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban for there doing in the second Wizard War. Goyle was a full-blood wizard who wanted what all the other dark wizards wanted. There was nothing special about him, at all.

'I see you've done some…Redecorating.' Theodore Nott said and he made his way throughout the house and took his hood off.
The house was quite dark so no person, muggle or wizard, would know there was somebody in the abandoned house.
The house was a lot cleaner than Theodore remembered. Last time they were there, there was a coat of dust on everything and the place was non-inhabitable. Though, the house was still as dark and haunted as he remembered.

The remaining wizards made there way up the polished, wooden staircase and into the far east room, facing the woods, away from the little village.
A few large candles were scattered around the room to produce light, however, it still made the room quite dark.
Theodore took his usual seat the far end of the table, while Goyle took the other and everyone else sat down in-between the two.

All the chatting suddenly stopped as they entered the room. Nott observed the room before commencing his speech
'Ladies, Gentlemen. If you are here, you obviously want revenge.'
'Yeah!' Everyone cheered.
Goyle bubbled up, 'We all want the same thing, right!'
'Yeah!'
'Well, then' Goyle said. 'I Thi-'
'I think it's time to declare war.' Said Theodore, sick of Goyle already.
'Now, in order to win this war, we must create something. More powerful and dangerous than anything this world can handle.'
'And what is that?' Pansy Parkinson squeaked up.
'Create the ultimate destroyer.' Theodore said, with fire in his eye.
'It will be Dementors, Trolls, Spiders, Snakes, … all in one.' Goyle stated. 'It will be deadly.'

Daphne Greengrass looked puzzled. 'And tell me.. How exactly do we create this.. Doomsday?' she asked, mocking them.
'Do you dare doubt us?' Goyle asked, grinning with a swab of evil. He looked over to Nott and nodded. Then, in the flash of an eye, a full cauldron of purple slim appeared in the middle of the table.
Daphne looked bewildered and blinked a few times.
'This!' said Nott, 'is a potion that will hopefully create what we hope it will.. As I, being gifted in potions, read up on a few different methods and the aftermath of that potion. It has a mixture of living death, Felix, Blood-Replenishing Potion, Blood-healing Potion, Burn-healing paste, Drink of Dispair, Dragon Poison, Elixir of Life, Ever-lasting Elixirs, Murtlap Essence, Polyjuice Potion... The list goes on and on. But, then. Its mixed with the most darkest creatures known to man kind...'
There was a silence, then a voice boomed over the bubbling potion.

'What now? how is it created?' Said Graham Pritchard, amazed by what was sitting in front of him.
'Well...' Said Nott, 'I'm guessing someone needs to drink the potion. Im not sure what will become of that person, whether in will be a werewolf thing, or if they'll be themselves ever again... The potion might not even work..' He said, with a look of worry consuming his being.

Silence again. Then once again, Graham spoke up. 'I have nothing to life for.. My parents are dead, my love left me. My kids don't ever want to see me. Wizards look at me as I'm about to snap.. Like I'm crazy. I'll do it. I want to.'
And every person in that room looked up in amazement.
Theodore was even more worried. 'Pritch, are you sure? Theres no turning back after this.' And Graham simply nodded his head and looked into the potion.

Nobody know's what happened that night, no one in that room was sure if it actually worked. It had been weeks and no one had seen Graham Pritchard since that night. There was no potion in that house, not a stuggle, nothin broken. The only thing in that house was the couldren that was still lying on the floor since that night.

Everybody wondered the same thing.

Was a monster out on the loose?