𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥

Chapter 1-Ephialtes

On the late night of 16 August, 1994,rundown cottage on the grounds of the Riddle House.Frank Bryce,a muggle,was making a cup of hot tea due to his pain in his leg, in his kitchen,shivering slightly as the glacial wind blew on him.

The cottage was a small, one-story building,situated close to the Riddle House,he have been injured in the Second World War,and ever since then he has been working as a gardener for the Riddles.

The muggle was a suspect of the family's murder which he did not commit,receiving negative reactions from the world.

He waited until the water started boiling,signaling for the tea bag to be dropped.  He looked out the mucky window and stared with narrowed eyes as un illuminated mansion with scintillating light gleaming from one of the windows came in to view.He groaned exasperatedly as he dropped the kettle harshly,mumbling bitterly.

He snatched the keys off of the wall and went outside limping due to his stiff leg,turning the torch around the unlighted areas as the house came in to view.

He climbed up the stairs,balancing on the bar. He creaked the door open looking around for any intruders.Closing his lips tightly,he moved the torch around until finally letting it settle on a spiderweb.

The house looked abandoned and lifeless,covered with dust,broken pieces,webs everywhere,as if someone had tried to stop something horrible from getting out.The weary,secretive,vicious darkness over forming him as he continued on up the stairs.

There was a sound almost like a low whispering that could be heard as Frank took each step,he turned off the torch light carefully,trying to not make any noise and shakily moved forward.

The stairs creaked noisily beneath his foot as Frank froze in spot, eyes widening.When there weren't any distribution, he continued to walk, now hearing a worried voice of a man.

What he saw there was alarming and staggering, there was a feared man bowing down slightly to a chair whimpering,"Perhaps,if we would to do it without the boy-"

"NO! The boy is everything," A soar but firm and loud voice interrupted him.

Another young man appeared behind  the chair appeared and kneeled down in front of the chair which seemed to be a creature resting on it.

"It cannot be done without him," The voice continued.

Frank moved more closely with disbelieving expression laid on his face,but being too distracted at the scene in front of him,he didn't see a deadly,poisonous and slimy snake sneak up behind Frank who immediately gasped out of horror as he noticed.

However,to his surprise the snake moved,not attacking or threatening as he expected the snake to do.

Instead,it started hissing and wrapped itself on the chair where the weird,white creature was placed.

Frank watched in confusion but as soon as the snake stopped hissing, the same soar voice interrupted the silence.
"Nagini tells me the old,muggle caretaker is just standing outside the door!" The voice exclaimed fiercely.

As soon as the words came out,a previous man Frank has seen before,opened the door and a wicked grin formed on his lips.

Frank backed away quickly,putting his hands up for defeat.He couldn't exactly make out what the voice was saying as the terror and fear wrapped around him.

A green flash emerged from the room and a horrifying scream filled the abandoned house.

*****

Harry began to shake violently as a throbbing,instantaneous pain formed on his scar leaving his body trembling.

"Harry! HARRY!" A voice shouted as he snapped his eyes open instantly to see a blurry vision of a person who he couldn't make out the picture due to his blistering sweat dropping on his eyes.

"Are you alright?"He heard again as he began to pant and shake continuously before snatching his glasses off of his bedside table briskly and putting it on as he saw Hermione with a concerned and troubled look gazing at him expectantly.

"Hermione," Harry said sitting up and trying to play it off, "bad dream,when did you get here?"He asked more of a statement then a question.

"Just now you,"Hermione answered and walked over to put the gleaming candle down, frowning exasperatedly as she watched carefree Ron peacefully snore,oblivious to the situation.

"Wake up,WAKE UP Ronald!" Hermione whisper-yelled,enough to make Ron jolt up awake.

Ron groaned slightly and blinked a few times to make his vision clear and when he realized Hermione was snorting in anger in front of him,he breathed, "Bloody hell" as he grabbed the blanket over his body attempting to cover himself.

"Honestly get dressed," She scoffed irritatedly as she turned her head around and headed for the door before adding, "and don't go back to sleep."

Harry panted heavily as he touched his burning scar on his forehead whimpering slightly as the pain of gash waved through is body like electricity flowing and zapping every circumstantial parts of his body.

It was a different sort of pain he never witnessed before,curling every inch of his body to limp from sudden affliction.

Harry slowed his breathing,trying to recall the atrocious dream he just had a second ago.

'What was all that about?' He thought to himself,replaying the fresh memory over and over again,repeating the same words that he had heard.

'It cannot be done without him.'

*****

Harry got out from his bed as soon as Hermione left,ignoring Ron's groans and whines about wanting to stay in bed and how it's so early in the morning.

He headed to the bathroom faltered,balancing on the sink as he did so.He splashed cold water on his face,cooling down his tensed face and sweats.

'It cannot be done without him'

The same sentence ringed in his ears,echoing loudly and traveling through and finally settling itself at its destination,his mind.

It felt like the same sentence was trying to take control of his mind,blocking him from getting it out.

Suddenly his body trembled and felt nauseous,his arms went weak as it landed on the sink brutally.

As he looked up from the sink,closing his eyes shut for the pain to go away,he could feel his body slump against the floor and hands shaking profoundly as he tried to ignore his quickened breathing despite the sudden agonizing headache,burning more as he tried to take control.

He knew that his dream was something to do with Voldemort,but the more he tried to figure out,the more headache emerged from the back of his mind,making it hard to concentrate.

He stayed there holding himself until it finally went away,allowing him to stand up again.

'Someone is trying to stop me from figuring out what that dream was about'  He thought to himself as he stared at his hands.

'But that cant be right,it wasn't true and it didn't happen,it was my dream after all'