This is a very short chapter. For what kind of Harry Potter story would it be without some conflict? Again Harry Potter is a book written by J.K Rowling and belongs to her. Only some of the characters belong to me. This particular story line belongs to me but the Harry Potter world belongs to J.K. Rowling. Please continue to enjoy and comment. Thanks.
It was a dark Monday when a figure strutted down the street head held high as though they were the most important person there was. A mother with her two young kids ran in front of the figure who stumbled over their feet. Dark eyes glared at the mother who stammered a 'sorry' before ushering the two young kids across the street. The dark figure watched the mother and two kids for a moment before continuing down the busy streets of London.
Taking a sudden turn to the the right, the figure entered a dark, cold and smoke filled pup that nobody on the outside world could see. They was on a mission to head towards the back courtyard. Nobody inside the building paid them any mind as they closed the door behind them. Taking out a dark wooded wand form their pocket, they began to tap the wand on the third brick from the left and the wall began to shake and move. A very busy street with multicolored people darted across to the shops in no particular order.
The figure rushed towards a darkened alley near the end of the long windy road of different sized shops gliding past people like a ghost. The dark cobble stone road echoed with their footsteps as they continued to walk unseen by the few straggling witches or wizards that moved drunkenly towards them.
"Soon, it would be time," someone hissed as the figure turned and entered a dark dusty building. "Soon the rise of the new dark lord will be ready."
"Are you saying that His bloodline had been continued?" A shaky voiced witch ask as the figure sat down near the end of a small rounded table. The insignia of a large serpent stayed in the middle of the table.
"Yes," the first voice hissed again eyes darting to the new comer that was busy placing a small piece of paper in the middle of the table. "We have been watching." A tall lanky man in a dark gray business suit stood up and bent over to pick up the piece of paper. On it were three words written in blood red lettering. "It is Her." The man turned the paper slowly to show a picture of a girl about six or so wearing small rimed glasses her hair pulled into a long wavy ponytail. "So this is Dumbledore's child?" The man asked the figure which nodded slowly.
"What are we going to do?" The witch asked standing up and seeing the words on the back of the paper.
"We're just going to see what would happen. With what I have in store the child, I don't think she'll survive the first year. She'll be an easy fix to our problem."