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Weasly House (again)

"Are you sure about this Lupin? I mean is the Order really certain about this so called "portal" thingy?" Asked Mrs. Weasly as , Mr. Weasly knodded his head in agreement. Lupin sighed, and ran his hand through his rather messy brown hair.

"We've recieved rumors that You-Know-Who might try to enter this portal thing. But not even the Order has found the exact location yet...were still looking." Lupin said quietly as he folded his pale fingers together.

"So... You-Know-Who might enter this "portal" that the Order is looking for? Well that can't harm us can it?" Asked Mrs. Weasly nervously looking from her husband back to Lupin who had a grave look on his face. He was really freaking her out with that look.

"The Order fears that whatever lies behind this portal is dangerous for evreryone. Anyone that lives beyond the portal and, the ones that live in both the wizarding world and muggle world." Lupin said his voice barely a whisper. Harry felt a small twige of fear as, he stood on the staircase, hearing all that was said between Lupin and the Weaslys.

Portal? Leading to bloody were? Ron, and Hermione were also standing next to him and, were thinking along the very same lines as Harry was. They both looked at Harry ,worried that he might take it hard. And he did... but he wouldn't show them, not now anyways.

"I must go now but, rest assure that we'll find the portal and, possibly the key to defeating You-Know-Who for good." Lupin said looking at the Weaslys as he got up from the kitchen.

"Proffessor, some man's here to see you." Shouted Mrs. Macready as she let the man in. He was dressed in what appeared as rags to her. His hair was all messy and, dirty and, he smelled of rotten eggs. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as, he walked in the house, observing everything around them. The staircase... paintings... windows... doors... and, she had to admit it was really starting to freak her out.

She led the strange man into the library were the Proffessor was currently sitting reading the daily paper. He looked from up from his paper and, grinned at the strange man.

"Good evening and, welcome to my home." He greeted as Mrs. Macready walked out of the room closing the door behind her.

"Yes are you the Proffessor that is well known throughout London?" Asked the man slowly reaching into his coat pocket. The Proffessor continued to stare at the man, an amused look on his face.

"Oh, well I'm known pretty well, mainly because of this grand old house." He said grinning waving his hands, to prove his point.

"Hmmmm... I've heard that you have a rather famous "wardrobe" that is very old..." The strange man asked curiously.

"Wardrobe... hmm... I don't know what your talking about... hmmm..." The Proffessor said pondering the mans question. The strange man wondered if he was really truly telling the truth or lying to him. The Proffessor opened a rather large book next to him, and pulled out a tiny pair of spectacles.

"Do you have any grand children Proffessor?" Asked the man noticing the framed picture of the Pevensive children. The Professor did not look up from his book, ignoring the man's question. The man gave a knowing smile and, got up from his chair.

"Thank you Proffessor for you time." The man said as he turned to walk out of the library.

"And may I so kindly know your name sir?"

"Peter. Peter Pettigrew." The man replied revealing two mouslike teeth as, he whipped around pulling out his wand. The Proffesor looked up and, gave Peter a smile,

"You'll never find it no how hard you look."

"Lord Voldemort will find it old man, and if I were you I would start to show a lot more faith to the Dark Lord as he started to mumble something. The wand began to glow and, the Proffessor was thrown backwards and, hit the wall. He was bleeding from his head and, his vision was starting to blur. Peter walked over slowly and, put his foot on top of him, pushing down harder and harder. He gritted his teeth as, he felt the pain from Peter's foot. And the Proffessor soon lost concionus and, knew no more.

The man bent down and, whispered into the Proffessor's ear,

"He will find the portal and, he will take over. No matter how hard you try to stop it old man." He said wickedly as he stood up brushing off his coat and, smoothing his greasy hair around revealing a bald spot. He jumped when he heard the door bell ring and, knew that it was time to go. He gave an evil grin as he heard the familar voice of his old friend at the door.

Too late old chum Lord Voldemort will find this "portal" before the Order and, he will win. And you and the Order will die and, I will be made his most trusted servant.

A/N Rather short chappy I have a tendency to do that, but I update often so there will be a lot more chappys! I got a new laptop thanks to my friend padfoots family (there my second family! ) and, I'll be able to update a lot now! So leave reviews! flames are welcome and, I might have a couple of spelling errors but bare with me I don't have bloody spell check! Hope you enjoyed and, chapter 5 is on its way!