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.