This first chapter takes place some time after school has started, just to clear up any confusion.
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The Moon was high in the cold november sky, casting a silvery glow over the landscape. There was a harsh wind howling down from the north, and old flags mounted on similarly decrepit spires fluttered in protest. A dark forest stood in a silent watch around the castle.
The forest looked normal, if a little sinister. Not that anyone would have been able to see it, unless they already knew too much. It was, after all, the Forbidden Forest.
Not that the Hooded Figure seemed to care much. She was stalking around some ways into the forest, in a field of pebbles staring intently at the ground. Quite suddenly she fell to her knees, scrabbling on all fours towards a small black stone.
Cackling she picked up the stone and brought it to her lips, kissing it like a beggar who had struck gold. Still laughing like a mad woman, she flipped the stone three times.
Quite suddenly, a pale form in deep black robes appeared before her. He looked at his hands in mild intrest, with the expression of someone watching somewhat interesting television.
"Once again, Death cannot seem to keep me in his domain."
"Yes, Dark Lord. You cannot know my trials."
"Presumptions will get you killed." warned Voldemort. He looked up at the face of the Hooded Figure."Oh, but this is delicous."
Voldemort laughed, a high, cold laugh that would send shivers down the spine of many a brave man. The Hooded Figure just laughed with him.