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The clock struck midnight. Colourful smoke rose up magnificently in artistic swirls from the small, country-side house. However, no muggle could see the amazing beauty for Nigel Browndragon had cast a complicated charm upon his home.
Even though Nigel's home was far away from any muggle road, town or city, the smoke could surely be seen from miles away. Yet, because of the complex spell which took him days to complete, the smoke was not visible to the non-magical eye.
One would most certainly wonder what Nigel Browndragon was doing at the dead of night. One may in fact, be intrigued as to what exactly the strange smoke was. Of course, no muggle could tell you but even the majority of wizards would not be able to make it out. It would take a very clever wizard to uncover this mystery. Perhaps a wizard like Albus Dumbledore. If only he was still alive.
What would Professor Dumbledore say? His suspicions were very, always nearly correct. And if he were correct this time, he may say something like the following…
If Nigel Browndragon was to be encountered by muggles they would describe him as a 'Mad Scientist'. Of course, he is magical and much prefers the use of 'Crazed Potioneer'. But what was he doing at this ungodly hour? Well, Nigel Browndragon was a supporter of Lord Voldemort and for the last nineteen years has been trying to bring him back.
This is where you may have just said: Hold the Press! What?
Good question.
Nigel Browndragon had never been a death eater himself, living his whole life at the country-side. It's where he grew up and was home schooled. But even then, he knew all about Voldemort. He knew all about the battles that had taken place and the people who had been involved. If he had not been home-schooled and gone to Hogwarts he would have surely be placed in Slytherin. Although Ravenclaw was also a fitting choice as Nigel's cleverness and creativity was exceptionally extraordinary.
Basically, Nigel was a supporter of Lord Voldemort. Once he had discovered as much of the dark Lord as he could after his death, Nigel set to work immediately. He was determined to bring back the Dark Lord. After all, the dark lord was dead but not quite on the other side. Just in limbo.
If someone were to look inside his home this very moment and managed to see through the thick smoke, they would see something rather shocking. The smoke was rising out of the cauldron, reaching the roof and roaming until it located the open windows. Nigel was running around the room, chucking different ingredients into the concoction, mumbling to himself. He was an old man, reaching the end of his life. There was little hair on his head, but the grey ones that did exist stuck out in every direction. He was tall and thin, fitting for a stereotypical 'mad scientist' image. He wore spectacles over his crazed, blue eyes.
Suddenly, there was a loud pop and an incredibly large bubble had burst in the potion. Nigel grinned manically revealing yellow, chipped teeth. He then went over to the cauldron and stuck his hands into the thick paste looking potion. His hands then started to come out, all covered in the sticky substance. Something else was coming out. First a head, covered in black, mattered hair, and then followed by a torso. The rest of Nigel's arm and hands came out, which were supporting under the things arms. Finally, Nigel had pulled out a full human body. The body was naked and covered in the thick, paste-like potion and they weren't moving. It appeared to be a young boy around the age of 16.
Nigel ran to the other side of the room and pulled a large cloak out of a draw and ran back over to the boy. He wrapped the dark cloak around the unconscious body.
Now if one Albus Dumbledore had been standing in that room and looked closely at this persons face, he would immediately recognise the unconscious person. He would recognise his old student, the one who would dominate and slaughter innocents. The student whose name he had created for himself would be feared for long after he was gone.
Nigel was laughing raucously as he discovered the boy was indeed alive. His plan had worked.
Lord Voldemort was back.
A/N: I know the Prologue is short, but chapters will be longer.
