*SCENE ONE*




NARRATOR: The United Kingdon Minister of Magic walks up an avenue in Diagon Alley. The time is almost ten o'clock at night, and chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain in them blow. The MoM slows in front of a dark doorway. A man named Goyle stands in the shadows there.

Goyle: It's alright. I'm just waiting for a friend.

MoM: Er...?

Goyle: It was an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a litle weird to you, doesn't it? Let me explain. About that long ago there used to be a shop or something where this book store stands. The Leaky Cauldron.

MoM: Until five years ago...it was sold.

Narrator: The man in the doorway strikes a match and lights a cigar. The light shows a pale, sqaure-jawed face, and chubby cheeks. He wears a green scarf with a silver pin in it.

Goyle: Twenty years ago tonight, I hung out here at the Leaky Cauldron with Vincent Crabbe, the best ol' chap in the world. He and I were raised right here in London and grew up at Hogwarts, just like two brothers, together. We were both 18 and had just graduated from Hogwarts....