Prologue
Cool night breezes flew across and over the many large evergreen trees; a breeze that would give anyone the chills. A small house, with rotting wood covering the outside, lay forgotten and abandoned in the forest. At least, to the naked eye it seemed deserted. A small hunched figure waddled up to the door, cowardly placing his fingers around the wood, and pulling it away. The strong smell of toxins escaped the open space in a cloud.
"Master?" The figure said, carefully stepping into the shack. "Master, are you in here?"
A tall lanky figure, dressed all in black stood in front of a boiling cauldron, throwing in small creatures, and dropping in potions.
"What do you want?" He said with annoyance in his voice. "I am busy."
The figure flinched, walked over the cauldron. The concoction inside was a deep green, and was bubbling. The smell was putrid, making him gag.
"I-I've brought what you wanted. It's outside…shall I bring it in?"
The tall figure smirked, and spun around.
"Yes Wormtail, bring our guest in, and show him the same courtesy, as we show each other."
