Once again Harry Potter was back at privet drive grieving the loss of his late godfather, Sirius Black, the supposed traitor to his parents. He sat agents the open window frame silently listening to the rain as a few small droplets of water trickled down his face only to be swept away by the harsh wind brushing agents his face. As He sat there his mind raced over the prophecy gradually etching it into his mind.
"The One with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but He will have power the Dark Lord knows not… And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…"
Two hoers had passed before Harry could hear the familiar sound of his uncle's company car pulling into the damp gravel driveway. The rain began to pour down harder and harder turning into hail, Harry looked to the alarm clock and saw that the vivid purple numbers know read 11:00. This was it, the last few moments he would ever have to spend in this house were at there end. He slid his hand into his coat pocket and slowly retrieved a single gold galleon that had previously been transformed into a portkey prior the end of term. The alarm clock beeped three times signifying that the time was 11:03, He braced himself for the familiar tugging feeling from behind his naval, and in a almighty burst of light he was gone.
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