CHapter 1: Number 12 Grimauld place
It was a rainy day. A young boy, no older than 17, was the lone man on the streets today. He was tall, black haired and handsome. Yet he had a very sad look in him, as if he had seen every evil in this world. The rain was soaking his cloak as he walked on looking at the Houses which he knew must be empty. NO cars were on the street, no lively human activity. Yet the boy was in panic, alert and watchful. His wand out he walked faster towards the houses. "Number 10... number 11... 12." He came to a halt. looking at wat looked to be a alley way instead of where Number 12 should be. But he knew what to do now. He spoke to the mailbox. "I am here to see the order of the Pheonix!" The reply cam quick: "What is your purpose here?". Before he could reply his toungue twisted and said automatically. "To join the order of the pheonix and help."
Then something odd happened, a house burst between the two houses. Darren started walking towards it awed but at that same time many masked people appeared behind the boy. "Run!" shouted the mail box. He didn't hesistate to obey running top speed towards the house followed by death eaters. He wrenched the door open and slammed it shut and heard thuds from outside as the house hid itself again. Darren, breathin heard, looked up a woman was there. She looked in her late 30's. "Follow me" she said hoarsely. The boy hurried along as she lead him to a large room with a long table which was nearly fully occupied by people. Most of them seemed dissapointed to see him. "err bad timing?" he said to them looking confused himself.
"Oh no, not at all we were just expecting someone" said an aging man from the farthest chair. His voice was deep and low, the man himself seemed like in his 60's, tall and intimidating. "So you are here to help us, a risky job. What is your name?" the man asked.
"Im Darren, Darren Valentine, i just finished my Hogwarts study and I found out about this place so i came..." replied Darren. Many people raised their eyebrows now, looking at Darren more closely.
"Your from Hogwarts?" said a pudgy lookin man, "But you must be a death eater, i thught Hogwarts was under his control now? Voldemorts?"
"Yes it is, but do you think everyone wants to be a slave to Voldemort" Darren sneered. A couple of peopple laughed at this.
"He has a point," said the tall, black man chuckling "Well im sure you'll do a good job, but for now you should get some sleep. Now its crowded here since we all live here so you'll have to share with the other kids 2 floors up first door to the right, is that ok?"
Darren nodded and left the room walking to the room, he wrenched the door open and with a wave of his wand created a matress. He gazed around the room. Around six kids slept here, young all sleeping. Darren lay down thinking of how many lives VOldemort had wrecked, and how many he would.
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