A.N.-- As usual nothing belongs to me except the blog. If somebody has questions about Harry's age then he is around 7-8. Nothing much there. So, lets jump right into the chapter.


18 July 1987

Stars were shining in the sky.It was a beautiful sight to behold. But if someone passed along the sight of Privet Drive , it was anything but. But it didn't matter because the whole area was under surveillance by Police. Yellow tape reading 'Caution' was encircling the whole area. It was not just that. There were other things ,that people knew not , at practice. What were they? well, not even single person could enter the area even if they wanted to... if you get the meaning. Not even the Police Commissioner.

Inside the quarantine zone, several people in grey cloaks were examining the area around. A person was inspecting the dust around, other was checking the state of human bodies around and more others were doing the job they were put up to.

A person under grey cloak examined the scars across the face of a dead woman on road with a wand lit above her face.

"Well, I'll be damned... " it whispered.Then, he stood and approached another person who was inspecting the whole area around.

" Anything of importance? " the second person asked. "Yes." He answered."But you must examine the body yourself because I think I am hallucinating. "

The second person gave him a look under the concealed cloak. "That bad? " But he didn't get any answer.

The second person was inspecting the body of the woman and shaking his head like he didnt believe what he saw. He whispered some words and gave some gestures to his wand which produced a light blue coloured layer which spread across the woman's face and then nothing. He did it again and again. Then he sat down on his arse looked up in sky and released a tired sigh.

"Do you think it is true? " the first person asked. "What do you want me to say? " the second person returned the question after sometime. Others had come and gathered around them as well.

"It is not possible?" He hopefully asked and answered at the same time. "Like it has been decades since one had has been seen. World has changed since. Muggles can't be that bad now. They have changed with time. " The first responded.

Shaking his head the second countered, "Evidence is right here in front of you. By your reasoning the Statue should be lifted by now and world can be at peace at the same time after that.That's not how it is, is it? Day by day our numbers are depleting and if it is not enough then some next level mage comes out of nowhere and butchers some more of us for the good of the wizarding world but at the end of the day, Statue is there and we are left with what is left of us and some. Blood Purists won't give a shit of anything but their own agenda for superiority even if the whole world comes to collapse and common folk is eradicated like canon fodder for no reason. And people like us are left to clean the shit of both Purebloods and Muggles. I dont know why I even care."Nobody said anything. "It is a child of course. What was his fault? That he can do some shit they can't." Silence again.

" We can track him or her." one of them said.

"No we can't." the second person said.Firmly.

"Of course, we can. We need to watch the activity around this area in the department. Whoever the person is he should not far from here, should he? "

" What do you think the child is doing , eh? Do you even have any idea what it is? And what do they do? Do you even know? I dont know what they teach you and how you are here. It is an Obscurus.They mask their very essence of being for mere existence among the 'normal'. There is always a power struggle where Obscurus tries to hide and lay low, the obscurial wants to lash out and wreak havoc. It's becomes too much when the person loses control of it's emotions and you come to know a sight as this."He gestured around the place and it's state.

"The host doesn't have a wand. So, monitoring the magic is not possible. Since, it's chaos itself... the raw magic... it keeps changing... trying to get a better form for more destruction... more annihilation. Like an evolving proces it teaches itself for it's dominant existence on others.So, monitoring the magical signature is out of the window. All we can do is wait and hope that if something like this happens again we get there in time for the sake of us all Or this... will be the fate of I don't know how many cities and villages."The cloaked figure shakes it's head and vanishes into thin air without a sound and others follow after him.


A woman in black robes appeared in front of a houses in a line across the street behind the trees in the park . She had a hood on which covered half of her face leaving only her pink lips and the chin for appearance.

She crossed the street in haste but with elegance of a woman of higher society. She entered the house which read No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

As she entered the place she removed her hood and stood still for anyone inside to greet her, when nobody did so she moved pass the troll's leg and ascended the stairs.

She inspected the place around and found out that nobody had seen to this place for quite some time. She moved into a room which had faces of people joined one way or other by vines of plant... some scorched with black marks remains and some grey in appearance on the walls rather than a dull paint.

She inspected the family tree for some time. Her face...it went through many emotions from utter disgust to plain pleasure and... pure pain.It was 'One' of the rare moments of her life when she allowed herself to this vulnerability. She traced her name which joined directly to two names above her. The sames names which carried three more branches other than her. While her face was coloured the other three were dull grey.

She closed her eyes... took a moment to pull herself together.

She releases a laboured sigh and started inspecting the lower area of the same wall with determination. She shook her head sometimes and sometimes cursed under her breadth. Her face went from disappointment to resignation and ... at the last moment...hope.


A. N. - Any guesses who is our mystery lady friends? Comments will be appreciated. Until the next chapter.