Disclaimer: Don't worry, JK, I'm just borrowing them! They should return to you intact. (I hope!)
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic and I'm using my mate's vast knowledge of the books. So if I get any details wrong, it's not my fault!
It starts after Half-Blood Prince. Harry has been to Bill and Fleur's wedding and just left the Weasley's house to continue the search for the Horcruxes.
The title for this chapter sucks, but I don't do chapter titles very well.
Chapter 1: The beginning
He was trapped, surrounded on all sides. They had come out of nowhere, as soon as he had destroyed it. The fact they were there at all showed their master was becoming more worried about his dwindling immortality. They must have been sent to guard it, to prevent him from destroying it. Well, at least they failed on that part, he thought triumphantly.
"Potter…" one of them breathed from behind a mask. They were closer now. They had been moving forward without him realising.
"Harry Potter…" the voice breathed again. That was when the curse hit him, too fast to deflect. He was thrown against the wall and lay crumpled at the base of it. If only I was somewhere safe…and consciousness left him.
In the evening gloom, two figures were sitting on the roof of a three storey town house in London. They were still for a while, staring at the moon that had risen high in the sky earlier than usual.
"You know, a moon that big cannot be a good omen."
"You and your flipping omens, Eli! You'd cut off both your legs if you thought they were a bad omen."
"Fine, I won't say anything else."
"Good."
…
"All it needs to be is blood red to be a really b…"
"God! Will you shut up already! I came up here to be alone, to be QUIET! I can't think inside 'cause of all those screaming kids! Why did you have to follow me up here too!"
"What? Whenever I don't tell you, you…"
CRACK!
"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah, sounded just like someone Apparating…Did you finish fixing the shield?"
"I thought you were going to do it!"
"Shit, Eli!"
One of the figures stood up and jumped from the roof into the garden three floors below.
"I'll never know how she does that."
The other figure turned around and went into the house. Five minutes later, he was down in the garden staring at the pile of clothes lying on the damp grass. He moved forward slowly but stopped when the clothes started moving. Jumping back, a bright light emanated from his hands from his hands. When the darkness settled, the clothes had stopped moving.
"What did you do, Eli?" A voice said from over his shoulder.
"I promise you, it was an accident." Eli replied quickly, still shaking slightly.
"Don't worry, he isn't dead. Help me get him indoors."
They both walked towards the clothes, which turned out to be a teenage boy with glasses and a scar shaped like a lightening bolt.
A/N: That's the first chapter out of the way. Wasn't too painful, I trust? If you're confused about anything, just review with your question! No flames please, but constructive criticism is welcomed! I'll update soon, I'm halfway through the second chapter, where things should become clearer!
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