Prologue
Cold. Scared. Alone. Harry searched the room, to see if there was anything, anything at all that could help him. There wasn't. Just him, and a locked door. No key, no escape. He checked for his wand, it was nowhere to be found. He tried to scream, but he couldn't, something stopped him, something of extreme power. He sat back, defeated and scared. There was nothing he could do.
Then the door opened. A familiar face walked though the door. A creased, red eyed, evil face, followed by a laugh that chilled him to the bone.
"Harry... My old friend..."
A shout echoed through the room, and a flash of green light erupted into Harry's chest. Pain seared through his being like a thousand needles stabbing relentlessly at his laid lifeless on the ground, his eyes closing for the final time, he looked up.
"Goodbye Mr Potter"
Then the darkness came
"HARRY!"
