Prologue
Rays of sunlight ran crossed the scared forehead of Harry Potter. I'd been not a week since he'd decided to go on a search for The Dark Lord. Voldemort. Voldemort had yet again been proven to be a large hazard to Magical folks, and know Muggles. Even plump Uncle Vernon was extremely in danger. He knew a wizard that could destroy a Death Eater. Had he really seen Snape kill Dumbledor? Harry still had that day in his mind. Dumbledor's twisted body lying there limply. He found himself crying. His eyes where swollen.
Standing next to him was both Hermione and Ron. This two had proven to be more than just friends, but very reliable people. Hermione was very helpful with helping Harry remember spells that would allow him to just get on with another day. More then a week ago, he'd been faced with a death like experience.
He'd been walking through the woods with Ron and Hermione. The sun blocked out by the dense branches of large Quaking Aspens. A large howl was heard from somewhere near a nearby tree. They'd only found Gray Tail. He snapped vigorously at them, growling, "I'll bite your thought!" and many other harsh words. Some to harsh to even write down on a parchment. Hermione had been planning to write a large book about this topic. So far, she had enough for Ten Chapters.
As Gray Tail trashed and attacked, Hermione had pulled out her slender wand. "Avada Cadavera!" she'd yelled over the ragging stream. The spell dug into Grey Tail's thick fur, and penetrated his heart. Without a howl, a fell over.
They were now quickly walking down a fast traffic road. Heading for a broken down house.