Awakened

Awakening- Prologue

The man seemed to have stepped out of nowhere. The woman sitting on her porch watched his strides as he walked down the street. Odd, she thought, it's so warm outside. Why is he wearing a cloak and hood on such a sunny day? She became further puzzled as the man walked down the street, glanced at the house directly across from hers, and proceeded up the main walk.

At any other house, this wouldn't have been anything special, but no one had lived at the house across the street for nigh 15 years. In fact, that house was in such disrepair, the woman didn't see any way for someone to even consider staying there. Aha! He must be in Real Estate. He's probably just looking at the house before it's done away with so something new can be put there. She put the matter from her mind and went inside.

The man, however, was not interested in the house in the slightest, save, perhaps, something that he might find within. His search was not in vain. He found one small trunk that was still intact, and inside was a few small possessions. An ornate silver comb, with a few straggled hairs, and a simple, golden snitch. He took these and proceeded outside, behind the house. Here he popped up a cauldron, and set fire to the brush beneath it.

He played with the cauldron for a while, before conjuring up a set of ingredients that had obviously been prepared beforehand. He took one jar, containing a vile green liquid, and poured this into the cauldron first. He then proceeded with his potion, adding a few scales of this, and hairs of that. He toiled for hours upon end, stirring when he needed, and once, a bug flew into the potion, and he had to start over.

Finally, his brew was complete. He took and separated this into two smaller cauldrons. One saw the comb added into it, and the other received the snitch. After this, the potion with the comb turned into a stunning emerald green, and the potion with the snitch, jet black.

This completed, he took the first cauldron, and the second with it, and poured their contents onto the ground. With a hissing sound, the potions began to sink in, and as they did so, the man began to mutter. He muttered incoherently, yet with more vigor all the while. As the potion disappeared, he became louder, his speak clearer, though no more coherent. As the last vestiges of the potion disappeared, the words stopped, and silence reigned supreme.

The man did not have long to wait. Moments later, a guttural roar came forth, as if from the earth itself, as two figures materialized in front of the man.

Having heard the noise, several people from the village, including the Woman and her small daughter, only three years old, came to see what had happened.

What they saw disturbed them, and the man chuckled at their astonished faced.

"This is unimportant," the man said, "and I will be sure you will forget it."

Knowing what was to come, and not being able to stand it anymore, especially with the sight of those figures, which had come so readily from the ground, and that little girl, so innocent and so pure, Harry Potter woke in the house on Privet Drive with a start, and a pang on his forehead, as he had so many times before.