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Chapter 1
The Day of the Murders
Eleven years before Raoul ever knew he was a wizard, something terrible happened to him. In France, him and his parents were sitting in his bedroom, his mother, Daisy de Chagny, rocking him to sleep as his father, James de Chagny, looked over her shoulders. It was then that they heard a BANG! The door was no longer in the threshold. It was lying on the floor, and in its place was a man. He was draped in a long, black cloak, and held a wand. The only thing you could see of him was his white half mask.
This was Lord Volderik.
He raised his wand and pointed at James. He then said a few words, and a green light flashed. James was killed. Volderik then pointed his wand at Raoul, but Daisy wouldn't let him murderer her son that was but a few months old. She pleaded for his life, but he gave her no mercy. He did the same to her as he did to her husband. It was then that he tried to kill Raoul. Who knows what went wrong? He said the same spell, did everything the same, but he could not kill Raoul. Instead, he disappeared, leaving Raoul with one thing; a scar on his forehead. It wasn't any old scar, though. It was in the shape of a sixty-fourth note.
Raoul lived. He was the boy who lived. Yet, at the same time, he was orphaned.
During the same day, his name began to spread in fame. He had done two things at once: made the Dark Lord disappear and survived one of his attacks. But he was also put at the starting line of a very unfortunate beginning of life.
In England - on a street named Privet Lane to be exact - two wizards were standing about, but you wouldn't know one was a human from the looks of it. She was taking the form of a chipmunk. But it wasn't long before she transformed into her old self again; an elderly woman, wrinkles on her face, and dark hair. She was standing next to a tall man wearing glasses, along with a long, gray beard and hair of the same color.
"Good evening, Professor Mcgonagall," said the man.
"Good evening, Dumbledore," she responded. "Where is Shagrid?"
Dumbledore only shrugged. "I do not know. He should be here shortly."
"Are you sure these people are the right kind to leave him with? I mean, he is Raoul de Chagny, famous wizard who survived Volderik's attack, and we are leaving him with muggles!"
"Professor, he has no other family out there."
"But they are muggles!"
"Other wizards grow up with muggles as well."
"But these kind? They hate magic. They hate being anything but normal."
"We have no choice." Just as Dumbledore said this, a flying SUV dropped out of the sky. A large bushy man walked out of it, holding a small bundle of blankets in his hands.
"Sorry I'm a bit late. It's cramped in there," he stated.
"As long as you brought him, Shagrid," Professor Mcgonagall replied.
"Yep, I did. Right 'ere, Dumbledore."
"Good. Place him on the front step of that house," Dumbledore pointed to a house only feet away, "and place this note next to him." He handed Shagrid an envelop that read, "Mr. and Mrs. Burglary." Then, Shagrid placed the bundle on the front steps.
"Do you even think they'll take him in?" Professor Mcgonagall asked.
"Yes, I do," Dumbledore responded. "Yes, I do."
And the Burglary family did, in fact, do so.
