In the sleepy village known as Godric's Hollow, Harry and Dumbledore talked about Deathly Hallows long into the night, the only indication that any time had passed was the 'tick, tock' of the clock upon the mantelpiece, they planned and plotted and got no closer to discovering the final Hallow.

And the world carried on...

Far away from them, Lord Lucius Malfoy sat within his manor. He considered the previous year, himself and his son humiliated by an eleven year old child, all his carefully cultivated political capital lost. But he had risen to the challenge and returned wealthier than ever, the Muggles loved the materials his companies produced and it was a simple matter of a few confundus charms to make the Muggle officials think they had received the correct paperwork. The elite of wizarding society had forgotten they had ever banished him once he began throwing his money around, now his temporary exile was a thing of the past.

Except Lucius still remembered and Lucius did not forget, sitting within his hand was a book his master had given his before his disappearance, it held the power to rid the school of the Muggleborn filth, or so his master claimed.

Lucius stared at the book and wondered if he could knowingly endanger the lives of children… Children that went to the same school as his son 'Yes' the book seemed to say 'Nobody could link it to you and only the children of impure birth will be at risk.'

He needed to get the book into Hogwarts, an owl was too easily traced and Dumbledore kept track over what the owls brought into Hogwarts, that meant it would have to be brought in with the students. He couldn't give this task to Draco, for one the boy was too foolish to be able to pull it off, it would also be too easy to link Draco to himself.

Under Dumbledore the book would eventually be found, that meant Lucius would need to be wise about who he gave it too, the student would need to be gullible enough to trust the book but independent enough to not show it to others, a first year would be best as they would not have a reputation with the school and so any unusual behaviour would go unnoticed. Suddenly a grin spread across his face, he remembered over hearing Arthur Weasley say his daughter would be starting Hogwarts this year.

The Malfoy Lord plotted well into the night, refining his plan until he felt it was full proof, when the Weasleys went to get their Hogwarts supplies he would strike and plant the book, the life of the daughter would need to be sacrificed but that was a risk he was willing to take.

And the world carried on

The elf known as Dobby appeared on the hill overlooking the death eater's manor, it had been easy for the elf to find the records of those that were convicted of being death eaters. If he wanted he could have torn down the wards protecting the home and slain every person within the home, but he did not.

He knew that if death eaters started dying then the remaining death eaters would hide, even with his almost unlimited power Dobby still had to know where to go to find the death eaters in order to kill them. Instead Dobby slipped through the wards, the owners had never considered an elf might try to break in and so had never bothered to ward against it.

Dobby quickly found the elves bound to the home and freed them the way Harry had freed him, he ordered them to continue as normal but told them that instead of punishing themselves they only gave the illusion of pain, the two elves that had served Lord Nott joined the army of elves loyal to Dobby, each elf waiting for the signal where they would rise up and take their revenge on their owners.

He left the way he had arrived and vanished, seeking the next home of the death eaters, soon they would all die and when that time came Harry Potter would be safe.

And the world carried on.

The man sat within his cell, for almost 11 years he had been wrongfully imprisoned. He knew not how long he had been gone, having long since lost any concept of time. Slowly he drew himself out of his memories and forced himself to remember that he was innocent, the chill of the dementors did not recede but their hold over the man's mind lessened.

At the way he was deteriorating he doubted he would be anything more than a husk in a few years time, but for now he could remember the good times and hope his godson was living the good life. He had no energy to try and break free, he had lost hope in believing that anyone would be coming to save him. The only thing keeping him going was the few good memories he had left and the spite of knowing his cousin and her husband were waiting for him to die so that they could inherit his family's wealth.

And the world went on…

Early chapter, yay! This chapter did not exist until today but I wanted to release a chapter this week and the next chapter is currently around 3300 words long… as today is the last bit of free time I have until the weekend I didn't want to trudge through 3300 words and I was like, "Well I can write a small chapter explaining what was happening in the Harry Potter world that Harry himself would not know about until much later."

I came up with the title when I thought "What did the world do while Harry was having his adventures" and I was like "Well it carried on obviously, the world doesn't stop because Harry wasn't paying attention"

For those interested I am part of the backstage crew for an amateur dramatic group which has a pantomime happening this week, as such it is an extremely busy time.

I am also going to be writing and releasing a one-shot story on an alternate way Harry and gang could have broken into Gringotts in the Deathly Hallows (Book), it will be cannon friendly and will only feature magic / powers that were established in cannon, the title will be "Harry Potter: Time heist", have fun figuring out how they will get the diadem.