Okay! Here's the first official chapter of my story!!! A little present for the Superbowl! I'm still watching even though the Pats aren't in it. Rooting for the Saints cuz i don't like Peyton Manning!!

There's a little more action here than in the Prologue. I hope everyone likes it! :)

Chapter One: Arrival

Rain pounded heavily on the streets of 2024 London. Lightening flashed in the sky and illuminated the line of houses and a street sign that read "Grimmauld Place". At the same time the lightening lit up the street, bright blue lights illuminated a narrow alley between two of the houses and formed into a tall young man. The air beside him rippled and a woman, slightly older looking than the man, appeared. The overlapping roofs of the houses protected them from the rain. They poked their heads out of the alley and glanced up and down the street.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" the woman remarked. "It doesn't exactly look like a place that one of the greatest wizard's in the world would live."

"Yeah, I'm one hundred percent sure this is the right place," the man answered her. "They asked me to come because of the spell, remember? I don't think they would lie to me about where they were if they needed my help."

"Yeah, I know, but what if it's him, Chris," the woman implored. "You know he's not below tricking you to get to you. What if this whole thing is a trap?!"

Christopher Halliwell smiled at his girlfriend. "Bianca, we went over this already. They sent one of their members to tell me and I used the truth spell to make sure he wasn't lying. Even he wouldn't be able to find a way around the truth spell."

Bianca sighed. She knew how stubborn her boyfriend could be and there was no changing his mind once he was set on a course of action. "That doesn't mean I have to like it. I just wish I could come with you."

"One person from a foreign magical community at a time, babe," Chris teased her as he pulled her into a hug.

"Oh, very funny," Bianca said sarcastically, her voice muffled a little in Chris' shoulder. Suddenly, Chris' watch beeped, disrupting the couple's sweet moment. Sighing heavily, Chris looked at his watch. The glowing, digital numbers indicated that it was 12:00, midnight, the time previously arranged between Chris and the messenger as the time Chris would meet with them.

"I have to go," Chris whispered.

"I know," Bianca admitted.

They stepped out of the alleyway, hand in hand, getting wet for the first time. Walking up the street, the couple stopped in front of number eleven.

"Where's number twelve?" Bianca questioned. She noticed that the numbers on the house to the right of number eleven read "thirteen".

"That's the number of the house from the address I was given," Chris said, "but the messenger said that it was protected with the Fidelius Charm. He must have been the Secret-Keeper, so only people that he tells will be able get into the house." As he was speaking, he was thinking about the address that the messenger told him, and as he was thinking the houses shuddered. A door began to emerge between numbers eleven and twelve, followed by walls and windows. Number twelve, Grimmauld Place, seemed to push the houses on either side of it out of the way as it fully appeared. "Woah . . ." was the only thing Chris was able to manage.

"What? Did something happen?" his companion asked anxiously.

"Uh, yeah: a house just appeared out of thin air! It must be the Fidelius Charm . . . you really can't come with me now." Chris swallowed and turned to Bianca. She looked at him with sad eyes. "I feel like I'm leaving you all alone," Chris said with a guilty glint in his eyes.

"I can take care of myself," Bianca insisted. His head bent down to hers and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Their tender moment was ended abruptly by a clamp of thunder. Chris pulled away and looked into his girlfriend's eyes.

"I love you," he murmured.

"I love you, too," she returned. "Be careful."

"I will," Chris promised as he pulled away and walked towards the front door of number twelve. He paused and looked back as he reached the first step of the porch. Bianca looked at him sadly and gave him a nod of encouragement and reassurance. Chris took a deep breath and climbed the stairs.

Bianca looked at the place where Chris had been. It seemed that he was disappeared into thin air. She stood outside the houses for a while before she realized she was soaked to her skin from the still pouring rain. She looked up and down the street one more time to make sure no one had seen her or her comrade. Once again, the air around her shimmered and she disappeared, leaving Grimmauld Place empty.

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