Harry Potter and the Time of Terror

by a-dandy-lion

Harry's sixth year is just around the corner and with the prophecy's contents known to him, he is ready to act. Involves summer training. Promise to update regularly but only if feedback is given. Mild flames and reviews appreciated. Possible HG. Definite

6. Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

AN:Hello. I am, to everyone's absolute horror, back again with a miniscule teaser and preview to the next chappy, which i will, indeed, write. Ha ha, take that you scallywags... and JK Rowling, with her good plot and what not! GoldilocksWILL stand the testof time... an well as thePOWER OF TIME! Clever..., yes? I think so... because that is the title of this story! so, yeah, i'm gonna get a chapter of two out, and if i get alotta feedback... or any at all, cause that would be considered alot to me, or if i still have anyenthusiam what so ever by thetime the sixth book is out, i may continue this story... because i am a delightful and giving person. expect the rest later this week... soon.

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Molly Weasley crept silently out of the small room,sneaking into the dark basement. From what she had gathered from listening in, no one was on the basement floor yet, though they were definitely in the kitchen, and though she couldn't hear anything precisely, she did hear the muffled loud voices.

That's why she was entirely surprised and unprepared when, upon opening the door, she came face to face with a white masked, black robed man, looming above her.

A scream ripped from her throat before the man could stop her as she backed away, startled.

"Dammit woman! Shut up!" he snarled, and Molly, aware of how unprepared she truly was, whipped out her wand, pointing it with a shaking hand and, with a conscious effort, forced herself to stop screaming.

Behind the cloaked man, and he was certainly a man if the masculine voice was anything to go by, she heard the thundering of approaching footsteps and she knew without a doubt that she had, in her fear, alerted the rest of the dark wizards.

"Don't move a muscle Weasley. This isn't the opportune moment," he spat and, before the puzzled and still terrified mother could comprehend those words, she was disarmed and being hauled roughly by the neck of her robes. The door was kicked open and she was forced in front of the man to meet the most unpleasant group of people she had ever faced in her life.