Harry Potter and the Mystery of Time
Proloque
Everything was quiet and peaceful in Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. The streetlamps had a light, orange light about them, all curtains were drawn shut and there was no noise at all, except maybe the soft hooting of an owl or the wind blowing through the few trees in the street. The moon, along with the streetlamps, was the only source of light.
Suddenly, there was movement in one of the alleyways, as soft popping noises could be heard and around a dozen hooded figures appeared in the twilight. Very strange strangers, they were. They were clad in black and had long hoods drawn over their heads to cover their faces. Most of them were holding similar wooden sticks. Wands. These men were wizards, Death Eaters sent out by Lord Voldemort, led by him, to kill a boy, who lived in this street. To kill Harry James Potter.
Said teenager was in his bed in number four, sleeping peacefully. He was painfully thin, for he hadn't eaten properly for days now. Most of the time he would just sit there on his bed and stare at the opposite wall, not really seeing it. Occasionally, a tear would run down his cheek as he grieved for his recently lost godfather, Sirius Black. Sirius had been an escapée from Azkaban wizarding prison. He had been imprisoned for murders he didn't commit and in Harry's third year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had been able to escape. And now he was dead.
The sleepy silence was suddenly disturbed by a loud bang that woke the whole neighbourhood. The Dursleys and Harry were alarmed. Were there wizards out there? Death Eaters or even the Dark Lord himself? Harry jumped out of his bed and practically flew down the stairs and out of the house, wand raised. The loud noise stopped all of a sudden. Harry nearly gasped. Voldemort himself was there. All the neighbours were looking out of their windows with fearful expressions on their faces.
"So, Harry, my boy, we meet again...", Voldemort's cold and strangely high-pitched voice said.Without preamble, Voldemort shot a curse at Harry, who dodged it just in time. The onlookers screamed in terror. "Aww... Tommy, last time you bowed. Scared of me, or what?", Harry said, sounding much braver than he actually felt. Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "The Dark Lord is not afraid of anyone."
"Yeah... And what of Dumbledore? I thought he was the only one you ever feared? I will get my revenge, Riddle, you will pay for the deaths of my parents and my godfather and thousands of other innocent people!" Voldemort laughed cruelly. "You will die tonight, Potter!", he hissed and fired another curse, just as Harry did so, too. The curses collided directly in front of Harry and he was engulfed in a bright white light. Next second he was falling. Falling. Then everything went black and he hit the ground somewhere far, far away.