Prologue: it was a crisp, clear night. The moon was full, and there was a sense of danger in the air. But all was quiet. Yet, if one were to look closely enough, they would spot a group of three headed down the road at a brisk pace, wearing strange clothes and carrying short, straight sticks. The lead auror stopped and turned to the others."cloaking spells," was all she said. "Endalliante" she thought, waving her wand. Now they could see each other, but no one else could. He motioned for the first man in the group to go around the left side of the house they had stopped at, and sent the second man the other direction. She herself walked up to the door. She counted to five, ten, fifteen, then fired a burst of red into the air and slammed the door open. She stepped inside the living space of the house just in time to see a man vanish in a ball of blue lightning. She lowered her wand and walked to her husband and partner. "We were to late," she said. "We will simply have to hope that our younger selves can stop him." Her husband took her hand and his, and when the third of their party arrived, Ron Weasley and Harry and Ginny potter disapperated from the house on privet drive.