Molly motioned for Harry to sit down on an empty chair and she sat on the remaining one. 'We have some explaining to do before I can answer your questions, Harry. We have to explain all that's been going on in the wizarding world before you were born and since the triwizard tournament.' At this there was a knock on the door and a refreshed and healthy looking Remus Lupin opened the door and walked in. he pulled out his wand and conjured up a chair, which he sat in. He reached for a chicken leg and took a huge chunk out of it before saying to the Dursleys, through a mouthful of chicken, 'years ago, a man named-'
But he was cut off by Molly, who cleared her throat and glared menacingly at him. He swallowed his chicken and went on. 'A man named Tom Riddle attended Hogwarts School, the school Harry now attends. The man was greedy and power hungry, so after he graduated from school he began to gather followers, calling himself 'Lord Voldemort'. He became very powerful. His loyal followers call themselves 'Death Eaters'. The entire wizarding world fears him, and most do not even speak his name, calling him 'you know who' or 'he who must not be named'. There was a group of people who were fighting Voldemort, called the order of the Phoenix.' The Dursleys listened intently. 'The house you are in is the headquarters for the order. Harry, would you like to take over, so I can eat?'
'Sure,' said Harry. 'There was a prophesy, set down by a woman called Sybil Trelawney, which went; "The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord knows not…and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies."' Harry shuddered at the reminder that his life must either include or end in murder.
'Alright Harry?' asked Remus. Harry nodded and continued.
'There were two boys born at the end of July that year, both who fit the descriptions of the prophesy. Both whose parents had narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One was me. The other was a roommate of mine at school, Neville Longbottom. But, Voldemort was told where I was and came to my house. He murdered my father, using a killing curse, and then he tried to murder me. But my mother refused to move out of his way, so he murdered her first. Then, he tried to kill me. But the curse backfired, causing Lord Voldemort to be ripped from his body. That night I was left on your doorstep. For days there was world wide celebration at the downfall of the Dark Lord, and there was peace for nearly 13 years. Several times in those 13 years, Voldemort attempted to get his body back. I met him twice, the first time he inhabited my teachers body, the second time he was a memory, becoming human by draining the life from other people. In my fourth year, an old wizard tradition was rekindled. A tournament, the Triwizard Tournament, where one student from each of three different wizarding schools competed in 3 tasks. The students chosen to compete were chosen magically. From the first school, Fleur Delacour was chosen. From the second school, Viktor Krum was the competitor. From Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory was first chosen. But there was a mistake. A second student, a student underage to compete in the tournament, was chosen from Hogwarts School. That student was me. However, tournament rules stated that once a student was chosen, they had to compete, so I did. The third and final task was a maze, which held the triwizard cup at the center, and many magical obstacles throughout it. Once in the maze, two students were eliminated. Now only the Hogwarts students remained. We both arrived at the cup at the same time, and neither would agree to take the cup, se we decided to take it together, at the same time. But when we touched it, it magically transported us to a graveyard, where Lord Voldemort was waiting. A Death Eater, a traitor by the name of Peter Pettigrew, the same man who told Voldemort of my whereabouts 13 years before, killed Cedric Diggory and tied me to a gravestone. He revived Lord Voldemort using my blood, Voldemort's father's bones, and Pettigrew's flesh in a potion. That night I met the spirits of my parents, and narrowly escaped Voldemort, taking Cedric's body back to school with me where I had to relive the events of the evening almost immediately. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, refused to believe that Voldemort had returned to power for an entire year. It was only when he and several loyal followers showed up at the ministry of magic looking for the prophesy, after being shown where it was by Voldemort, who had been seeing my dreams, that he believed me. There was a great battle in the ministry building. The prophesy was smashed, and Voldemort does not know the contents of that prophesy, he does not know what it says. My godfather was killed in that battle.'
Harry stopped at this. Remus looked at him sadly. 'When I was a boy, I had a group of 3 friends. Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, and Sirius Black. James was killed. Peter became a traitor. Then, on that night last year, I became the only remaining marauder, the only one of my group, that was left. I lost my best friend. Again.' Remus got up and slowly walked out of the room.
