Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Charnish Edition

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Special Edition

                                                            Prologue

            Poland1949. A manor, one which of mysterious decent, even more mysterious on this particularly foggy night. Mist waved around the deserted street, unaware of the heinous act that was about to be attempted. Suddenly someone appeared, and yet it was like he just popped out of the ground. Nothing so sinister and evil had ever been to this place.

            The cloaked man looked up, his slit red eyes scanning the street. His breathing was deep and cold, as is he was trying to breathe in more then air from the streets around him. Just as the cloaked man had done, there was a swooshing of cloaks and three hooded people appeared beside him.

'He's here' the cloaked man spoke

            'Is he my lord?' another voice spoke from inside a hood.

            'Yes, he is one of Godryc's descendants, he could be troublesome' 

'Shall we finish him quick?' 'No Zirgane, he might be useful later.' And with that they swept off towards the manor. Unaware of the dangers before him, a little baby slept on.

            The stairs creaked and someone in the guest room awoke with a start. It was the manor's house-elf who had woken up to upkeep the fire. Wonky, the house-elf walked sleepily into the living room when it noticed a swoosh of cloak up the great manor's stairs

            Wonky was a third generation house-elf of the Czerny's family and had taken care of them as long as she could remember and Mr. and Mrs. Czerny had vanished suddenly one day and were never found. So Wonky, devastated by grief pushed herself on to take care of their only son.

            A worried Wonky then bounded up the stairs. What she saw then, made her heart stand still. Three hooded people and one cloaked man standing over her master and chanting an incantation. The man' voice was like ice-cold venom, chilling the very marrow of her bone. Wonky stood there transfixed and then did the only thing possible. Throwing herself in front of the baby. 'You must not harm master Theodore!' Wonky bellowed. The man looked at the elf while his followers hovered behind him. The laugh was cold and piercing, unsuitable for anyone. 'Foolish elf! You dare defy the most powerful sorcerer in the world, Lord Voldemort?!' 'You must not harm master Theodore!!'

            There was a swoosh of a wand and the last thing that was heard in the manor was a screech to the night 'Evada Kedavra!' and Wonky the house-elf was no more.