Prologue - The Time Has Come
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The goblins made the impossible. Meddle with the war. The best way to do it is to keep an old coot from fulfilling his plans. A mission they will assign to a young cursebreaker: Take Harry out of his family's house before anybody else did.
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They all stood there waiting patiently before a massive clock. The high-ranked goblins are counting every strike of the longest hand until it reaches its intended point. A few seconds to go more and it will chime the hours, marking the start of an undeclared war.
On the other hand, in the anteroom of Potter Manor, the house-elves are on high alert. Their wide glassy eyes focused on the grandfather clock waiting for the goblin's signal. Anytime today, they will meet again their little young master. They cleaned the rooms. They changed the sheets. After ten years of waiting and their new role is set to begin.
A few seconds more…
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…
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"It's time." The Goblin King, Ragnall, announced. He turns to his advisors who all nodded their approval. The chief goblin headed into the throne room where his royal court awaits. "Where's the apprentice?" He asks them. "Send him in."
Upon his command, the great iron doors are opened. There stood a young man, tall, well-built, and handsome, age no greater than twenty. His long red hair was tied up to a ponytail wearing an earring with a fang dangling from it. Two goblins remain behind him who seem like guards, escorting him as he marches to seek an audience before the high monarch.
"William Arthur Weasley." He called out in his booming voice. "I have a special mission for you, wizard."
The man looks back at him in bewilderment afterward.
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—∞·Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. Characters and settings are part of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter universe. All credits are given to the Author, Rowling herself. Publication not for sale and not subject to any profitable purpose.·∞—
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