A/N: Well, this is my second fanfiction so far. Some of you might have read my other fanfic, Notes. For now, I will be focusing more on Notes, and not as much on this story, but I will try to update either Notes or Together every week. So, basically if I don't update this one, it probably means I was either really busy, or updated Notes. So, anyways, anything in here that you recognize belongs to J.K Rowling, and somewhere in this story I might have subconciously copied other fanfictions I have read. If I did, I'm sorry. Anyways, Please Enjoy!
Prologue
Trees were everywhere. For in the woods, there are trees. Deep in these woods, there was a small shack. It had two rooms in it. One for eating, and one for sleeping. Four people lived in this shack. A young boy of twelve named Timmy, his seventeen year old sister Rebecka, and Timmy and Rebecka's Mother and Father. The shack was rather old. It looked as though it might fall down any minute. On one particular fall's night, August 28th, 1977, it was cold. Timmy was curled up on a mattress, covered only by one thin blanket. Timmy slept peacefully, or as peacefully as one can be in such conditions. But suddenly, Timmy woke with a start. He had heard a noise, a noise that seemed to come from everywhere. He looked around the shack. The beds were all empty. Outside the wind was howling furiously, but beneath its ferocious screams, Timmy thought he had heard the sound of screams, and then- yes, Timmy knew he heard something now. He strained his ears, and heard the sound of laughter. Timmy shivered in his blanket and pressed his back against the wall. A moment later, he felt a searing pain on his back. He jumped away from the wall, to find the shack burning up, for it had caught fire. More flames flickered to life along the rest of the shack, until Timmy knew there was no chance of escape. He had dashed to the doorway, to find more flames awaiting him outside. Timmy tried to cry out for help, but the sound would not come. But then, he saw the figure of a man approaching, and he was flooded with relief, and hope. His father must have come back to save him. But when Timmy caught a glimpse of his face, he recoiled in horror, for this man was a ghastly sight to see. His face was flattened, and he had red slits for eyes. When Timmy looked to the ground, he gasped. He saw his mother, father, and sister lying still on the ground with looks of terror on their faces. He saw hooded figures in the trees. The man pulled a stick -or was it a wand?- out of his pocket. He raised it up so that it pointed at Timmy. And Timmy heard the last two words he was ever to hear. "Avada Kedavra."
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