Disclaimer:- This is fanfiction and I do not make any money from this. I write this without the permission of JKR. Everything you find in this story is completely fictional and bears no resemblance to anyone, living or dead.
Prologue
A blond woman stood on the street, waiting for someone to show up. She was tapping her foot impatiently, and was about to call it a day when -
"You require my services, Madam?"
"It's about time you showed up."
The man did not like this. He adjusted his hood to cover his identity better.
"I had work to do. Not everyone can be billionaires -"
"I know, I know. Are you willing to accept the Responsibility for the fourth time?"
"Uhhh - why do you insist on capitalisation of that R anyway?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you."
The hooded man seemed to consider this.
"Of course. I accept."
"Right my wrongs, Boy-Who-Hates-Hyphens."
"You make it sound ominous. It's just an Active! Harry fanfiction -"
"Shhh! No one can know about this."
"You do know this conversation is being included in the Prologue?"
"Yes, but the readers think it's fictional. You did write that in the disclaimer, didn't you?"
"I did."
"Onwards then, my friend."
"Always."
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Written in bold are excerpts taken from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.