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Part One
Scenes From A Memory

2. Overture 1928

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"The world is not jeopardised by evil people but by those who allow evil to happen." – Albert Einstein

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Scorching hot sun dawned over England. The summer was unusual dry; no wind stirred the trees and bushes, no sound was audible apart from the humming from insects. The birds had already taken shelter from the heat. Surrey, and more precisely Little Whinging, prepared for another summer day in this thoroughly unusual year. Flies and skeeters haunted the few cool spots and disturbed peace-seeking humans, settling down on and perforating their moist skin.

Harry's scar was hurting. Far, far away a woman was screaming in agony. Again and again an inhuman voice hoarsely whispered "Crucio."

Lord Voldemort enjoyed the pain he was inflicting. It took some of his disappointment away. Disappointment of his servants' failure. From all those who had been sent to the ministry, only Bellatrix Lestrange had returned and was now suffering his punishment.