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The two figures stood there facing each other wands drawn and pointed. They were going to duel, one for the side of good the other, for the side of evil. The moon was barely visible over the trees that surrounded the tiny village. This was not just any village though, it was one of the last remaining all Wizard villages left, since most of them were destroyed by He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Then the figure in the Black cloak lowered his wand and said, "So… we finally meet Tom. I have been wondering what it would be like to duel with someone like yourself."

The other figured lowered his wand to and starred directly into his enemy's eyes and replied, "Yes, I see. Well as soon as this is over I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay in Azakaban."

"Azakaban? I truly doubt I'll be seeing that place in this lifetime, or any. I plan to defeat you right here and now, so you won't mess up my fathers plans like that Potter guy it trying to do, but don't worry he'll get his very soon… and in your case, it will be one less Auror out of the way…"

"What do you mean, he'll get his?" The one man said now gripping his and even tighter than before. "Tomorrow night… My father is going to attack their house and kill them. Not the girl just James and the boy." He removed the hood of his cloak and reveled a boy no older than eight-teen. He had black hair and hazel green eyes. "Now we duel, so I can kill you quickly." He taunted.

"But why James and Harry? What did they ever do?" he ignored the other mans taunts but kept a good grip on his wand and stayed in a stance ready to spring at any moment.

The other man let out a sigh and a small smile formed on his face. "Its not what they did, its what they might do. My father thinks that James or the boy is Gryffindors Heir. If that's true then they could be his downfall, so he wants them dead it's as simple as that."

"You're bluffing,…" said the other man now pointing his wand at him.

"Oh am I? We'll see tomorrow night won't we." With that he let out a hysterical laugh and pointed his wand at the other man, then mumbled something there was a flash of green light. The other man was ready he quickly jumped out of the way and shouted, "Amento!" he had it aimed at him stomach but something went wrong. Instead of hitting him there the curse collided with he face. Tom herd a scream then a soft thud and knew he was dead. The curse was only made to knock him out for a couple of hours if hit in the stomach or anywhere else, but it the person was to be hit in the head it causes instant death.

Tom hit the ground on his side, which made him break his arm. He got up slowly clutching his broken arm and stumbled over to the other man. By that time other Auror were arriving and so were a couple of the ministries workers. That was a night Tom would never forget. The boy was right about the Potters, the next night Voldemort showed up at there home and killed them, all except for Harry who survived with just a scar.



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15 yrs later…

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"Gretchen honey wake up!" Her mother called form downstairs. Gretchen just lay there in her four-poster bed starring up at the ceiling. She didn't get any sleep the previous night since she was way too excited knowing that she was going to Hogwarts this year and, she'll get her letter soon. Gretchen was hopping that today would be the day, and she was right.

"Gretchen your letter came today sweetie." Her mother called knowing the reaction she would get. Gretchen sprang out of her bed almost tripping over her Pitch-black cat Salem who gave an annoyed and loud MEOW. Once she got down stairs she nearly ripped the letter out of her mothers had and tore it open and read it. Her mother took the other parchment and read that then said, "We'll got to Dagon ally tomorrow dear. But I think your father will have to take you alright?" she said placing the letter down and walking back over to the stove. Gretchen put her letter down and said, "That's alright mom, and I kinda like to shop with dad anyways."

"Oh alright dear." Sad her mother who was now flipping pancakes.

"Uh… mom, where is dad?"

"Oh, your grandfather asked him to come over for some important business."

"Again? But grandpa asked him the same thing yesterday." Said Gretchen who was now sitting at the table.

"I know… but he should be back by now." She brought over a plate of food to Gretchen who began to eat it. A few minutes later Gretchen father arrived home and joined them. They sat around the small wooden table and ate; Gretchen listened to her mother and fathers conversation then asked, "Dad why does grandpa always ask you do come over for important stuff? Does it have to do with Voldemort?" He looked over at her and said, "That's something you don't need to worry about."

"But--"

"No buts, you don't need to worry. Now your mother told me I'm taking you school shopping tomorrow right?"

Gretchen really hated it when he changed the subject like that, or when anyone changed the subject; she knew it must be something to do with Voldemort, seeing the look on her fathers face. He always got that look when it had something to do with him. It wasn't fear more like anger and a disapproving look, but never fear. Yet, was it really so important that she couldn't know? She was fifteen its not like she was a baby or something. They couldn't hide it form her forever, she would find out. Gretchen was a very noise girl, always had to know what was going on and be in the middle of it. she wasn't that tall but not that short, she had short black hair with stale blue highlights she wore oval shaped glasses, and always wore blue robes with stars and moons on them.

She stabbed an egg with her fork and said, "Yeah we are, I can't wait." Then ate the stabbed egg, drank the rest of her pumpkin juice and went up stairs.