Chapter 1 - Prologue (1/2)

It was the dead of night as an old man slowly walked across the crumbling asphalt road of Nocturne Street. The man wore a long pointed hat, resembling something that, one would imagine, an old wizard would wear. He was dressed in a similar fashion, a long blue robe that went from neck to toe and a long white beard to compliment it. His eyes would occasionally let off a twinkle as he watched his surroundings.

Suddenly, a handsome young man stepped out of one of the houses and noticed the old man. The man immediately raised his hands and gave a greeting. The man was covered in sweat and shifting his eyes all over the place as if he was expecting to be attacked at any moment.

”Dumbledore! Oh how I am glad to see you!”

Dumbledore, the old man, raised an eyebrow. ”You called me out here for a reason Maxwell, do tell me what it is so I am able to discern wether or not I may be of assistance.”

Maxwell let out a sigh.

”My brother and his wife were killed, they got murdered by the death eaters within their own house.”

Dumbledore went pale.

”That is dreadful news, I'm sorry to hear that. Is there any way I can lend some assistance?”

Maxwell started to tremble. ”There- There is indeed a way you can help us. Garren, he sent me his last message with his Patronus before he died.”

”What was it?”

Maxwell took a deep breath. ”They are looking for Lily and James.”

Dumbledore froze.

”What?”

”The Death Eaters are looking for the Potters. He didn't have enough time to explain why.”