September 1979
Wind blows through an old abandoned manor as three men dressed in black robes make their way through the empty halls. Each man dons a two toned white and black mask, each with unique patterns.
While one leads the trio, the two followers carry a person each. The man on the left carries a young woman with light skin and long auburn hair. On the right a young man of the same age, with light skin and short jet black hair.
The group descends a flight of stairs and come to a stop in front of a large iron door. The masked man in the front reaches into his robe and pulls out a short wooden stick. With a simple flick, the door slowly opens and light floods down into the basement.
Descending into the basement, the three masked men meet up with another three men. Against the basement wall is a shrivelled up corpse in heavy medieval armour. A tattered cape lies around the corpse and two of the men standing in the basement have their own sticks pointed at the corpse while the third holds his in the air, a light emitting from it.
The new men walk towards the corpse, with the one on the right dumping his man to the ground. The man groans as he starts to wake, and hazel eyes dart around the room.
Seeing the men standing around him and the young woman being carried he scowls and reaches for his pocket, only for his eyes to widen when he feels nothing. The man who was carrying him chuckles and pulls out a stick from his robes. "Looking for this? Your wand will make a fine addition to my collection."
The masked man puts away the wand and walks over to young man. Taking out another wand, he points it at the young man and flicks it. "Locomotor wibbly!" The young man attempts to get up, but falls back down instantly, his legs like jelly.
Out of action, the young man is forced to watch as the woman is set down next to the corpse. The leader of the trio who had brought the man and woman pulls out his own wand. "Diffindo!" With a flick of his wand, the woman's arm is sliced.
The young man watches stunned as blood squirts of the wound and covers the shrivelled up corpse. The masked men begin to laugh, but the room is plunged into silence as a loud slurping sound fills the room.
Everybody looks at the shrivelled corpse just in time to see a long tongue hastily retreat back towards the mouth. The tongue darts out again, lapping at the blood flowing from the young woman.
Suddenly, the tongue stops and retracts. The corpse begins to shake, and the cracking of bones fills the room. The corpse rises from the ground and stands on shaky legs. Black hair covers its face but as it looks up, the hair moves to reveal the face of an adolescent boy.
Blood red eyes dart around the room, taking in every little detail. The boy looks over the young man on the floor before looking to the woman next to him. Turning his attention to the masked man in front of him, he narrows his eyes and reaches for his waist.
Before anyone can react, the masked man in front of the boy is sliced in half, his torso sliding down his body and falling to the ground. Blood drips from the boy's blade, and as the masked men prepare to cast spells he dashes forward.
As the boy drives his blade into another of the masked men, the young man crawls towards the fresh corpse of the man who sliced the woman's arm. Reaching into the robes, he pulls out the mans wand and uses it to undo the jinx placed upon him.
Running over to the woman, he casts a wordless spell and stitches appear, closing the wound on her arm. Looking behind him, the mans eyes widen as he stares at four new corpses.
The adolescent boy walks towards the final masked figure, the one who carried the woman. He pulls his blade out of the mans leg and lifts him up. Pulling the man towards him, he bites down into his neck.
As the boy drains the man of his blood, the young woman begins to wake. Groaning, emerald eyes open and meet the young mans hazel ones. "James...?"
"Lily! Thank god your okay!" James let's out a relieved sigh and hugs Lily. Said woman hugs him back before looking around and gasping. "T-Those bodies... we failed! They succeeded, didn't they? The Death Eaters conjured their weapon!"
James looks down at her and lets out an awkward laugh. "Not exactly..." He points over to the corner of the basement, where the boy finishes feeding on the Death Eater and stands. Turning, he approaches the witch and wizard before kneeling. "James Potter... Lily Potter... I am in your debt."
The boy spoke perfect English, yet held a noticeable Romanian accent, something that bewildered James considering the boy before him was nothing more than a shrivelled up corpse a few minutes ago.
While James was still in a state of shock, Lily furrows her eyebrows. "Debt? But we didn't do anything."
The boy chuckles, sheaving his sword. "Of course, it may seem like nothing to you, but you have done more for me than you could ever imagine."
The three of them stay in silence for a few moments before James speaks up. "H-How... How did you know our names?"
Lily's eyes widen slightly and the boy chuckles again, unnerving the wizard. "I suppose I should explain. When I drained that Death Eater, I consumed his soul and gained all his knowledge."
The boy hums and looks away. "The world has changed a lot while I slept."
He looks back to the couple in front of him. "As I said, I am in your debt. If you should so allow it, I wish to accompany you from now on."
The couple look at each other and Lily nods. Sighing, James turns back to the boy. "Very well, we'll let you into our home, but we need to set down some house rules!"
The boy chuckles, rising to his feet. "As you so desire... My masters."