The boy who ate too much pie
One windy night...at 69, Pervert Drive, an elderly wizard with a walking stick stood right in the middle of the road. He looks at the watch on his arm, which on the watch; numbers were replaced by sdick figures pointing at different angles. The sdicks must've meant something to him, because he crossed his arms and said "it's about time".
Just as the words left his lips, an old, ugly, disabled bulldog walks over and stops at the wizard's foot. In a flash of light, the bulldog was gone, replaced by an elderly punk looking witch, with a moldy looking hat.
"Dumboldore, has Haggred arrived yet?" her voice squeaked with every word.
The wizard called Dumboldore looks at the witch through his half broken spectacles, his boring brown eyes dulling.
"Not yet, Professor McGonago." he replied in his un-naturally high voice.
"Um..are you sure we can trust Haggred?" The spiky wristband on her wrist twitched.
Dumboldore's brown eyes flickered at McGonago.
"I will trust Haggred until I'm bald."
Professor McGonago gasped. Being bald in the wizarding world is a serious business; it was a mark of dark magic. Being bald in the wizarding world not only means that you lose an enormous amount of hair, it also gives the Tapestry of Magic a reason to suspect if you're a dark wizard.
"Then..are you sure he-who-must-not-be-named is gone, forever?"
"Baldemort will come back one day."