Deep in the frigid and cold mountains of Scotland lay a large castle. That castle was famous for training young people and turning them into exceptional witches and wizards. It became even greater after Albus Dumbledore became the head of the school. After he defeated the dark wizard, Grindlewald, Dumbledore decided to lighten the atmosphere of the school by allowing the students to get together and party every night in the Great Hall. It was a grand idea. The entire school was often filled with laughter, and everyone was much happier. However, that happiness did not last for long.
On the outskirts of Hogwarts, just beyond the Forbidden Forest, lay a dark and eerie marsh. No one ever visited those foggy lands due to fear, and only one inhabited it. His name was Voldemort, and all the people feared him.
Voldemort was an offspring of a witch that felt no love in her heart and a wizard who only knew darkness. Some believed that Voldemort was a direct offspring of Satan or Adam and Eve's son, Cain. None were sure what his problem was, but everyone knew that the monster was as twisted and evil as his appearance; he looked like a large humanlike reptile with ghostly pale skin and claw like hands. The scariest part of him was his eyes which were as red as blood. He couldn't feel merriment, happiness, or laughter. For these reasons, it's no wonder he was driven to Hogwarts. He could feel and hear the happiness radiating from the large castle. The only thing that people questioned was why the horrible monster waited so long to make his way to Hogwarts.
One cold night, after a victory part which followed an intense quidditch match, Voldemort slunk into the castle. He crept up to the Hufflepuff dormitory, which had been the main source of excitement for the night, and entered the seventh year dorm where the unsuspecting seventeen year olds were sleeping. He abducted both the male and female seventh year Hufflepuffs and took them away to his murky lair where he proceeded to suck the life from them.
The following morning, when Dumbledore discovered the disappearances of the Hufflepuffs, he informed the school not to fret. They were safe and this would not happen again to anyone. However, it happened again the following night, but this time it was the sixth year Hufflepuffs. This continued for the next few nights until there were no more Hufflepuffs left in the school. When they were gone, Voldemort went after both the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, going into their dorms alternatively. Voldemort stayed away from the Slytherins, though. Most of the dungeon dwellers felt similar things to the terrorizing monster, which helped them remain under the radar.
Dumbledore had no idea how to solve the problem. He knew that he himself was protected from Voldemort's grasp; there was advanced magic placed on the headmaster, and, besides that, everyone knew that Voldemort feared the headmaster. Nevertheless, it wouldn't do to only have a headmaster and a handful of students living in the dungeons. Something needed to done, and Dumbledore had no idea what it was.
A dark haired young man sat in his kitchen reading the Daily Prophet while eating his breakfast. He frowned as he read again of the disappearances that were taking place at Hogwarts. By the way things were sounding, there wouldn't be much of Hogwarts left if someone didn't do something to help. The man threw the paper down on the table and grabbed his cloak. He knew what needed to be done; he knew that he had to help rid Hogwarts of this horrid monster. However, he would need a team that would stand behind him. He would need a team of strong, confident, and powerful wizards, and he knew exactly where to go.
He appeared in front of Grimmauld Place and made his way inside the kitchen, and he smiled to himself when he saw all of his men already gathered there. Sirius Black rose when he entered the room. "Harry? Are we going to save Hogwarts?"
Harry's grin grew. "Of course, I was just coming to get you guys. Ready to go?"
The kitchen erupted with noise as everyone pushed back their chairs, and everyone started talking at once. There was a flurry of movement as people grabbed their cloaks, wands, and brooms. As soon as everyone was packed, Harry spoke again. "Hogwarts is threatened, and it needs our help. Are we ready to give it?"
A chorus of "Yes!" rang through the room.
"Shall we defeat this monster or die trying?"
"Yes!"
"And if we die, shall we blame it on fate?"
"Yes!"
Harry nodded. "Good. Glad we're all on the same page. Let's go." They all strode outside and mounted their brooms. With one final war cry, they all kicked off and sped towards Hogwarts.
