BLACK {1} harry potter

Prologue

The eighties saw the height of many things. Shoulder-pad fashion was all the rage, and pop stars like Diana Ross and ABBA were at the peak of their glory. Bright, fantastical colors were everywhere one would look: in stores, on eyelids, in hearts. But, the eighties were also the dawn of another, darker subject: serial killers. In fact on January fifth of 1981, Peter Sutcliffe was charged with the murders of thirteen women in England, nicknamed the Yorkshire Ripper.

So, the year of 1981 started with the bang of fireworks, like all others do, and a bang of killings. As the months went by, so did the darkness flurry and grow with it. That darkness was the cause for many strange occurrences that most have called terrible and evil to the core. They were not as obvious to the ordinary as those fluorescent hues.

Along with the famous England Riots of 1981, people began going missing or were found dead of mysterious causes. Mysterious is a word often used to describe the unknown, and yet to those extraordinary there was nothing mysterious afoot. Only something evil and unpredictable. Serial killer cases were opened that year and never solved, no clever nicknames to put to the face behind the madness. Those who saw the face called the oblivious lucky, after all staring evil in the eyes doesn't come without its consequences.

No one thought much of such unsolved cases, though, only taking minor precautions that truly gave no protection at all from the real culprit. It is always a strange coincidence that those who are most vulnerable are spared in place of those who take the highest of security measures. A strange draw of luck, a punishment or praise from God, call it what you may.

Now, it has been debated whether what one observes on All Hallow's Eve is of another world. In one sense, the ordinary live beside another world everyday. But, in reality, Halloween does not create darkness, but rather awaken what is already there. Something dark and dangerous was afoot in Godric's Hollow on Halloween of that earlier mentioned 1981 year, going deeper in its morbidity than fake blood or an eery mask. The cloak adorning his form was a smart consort for the ordinary around the extraordinary.

In the world of the extraordinary things were the opposite of any definition under the word 'normal'. A textbook, storybook, every-kind-of-book villain was gaining power and flourishing on the violent murders that were stopping local policemen cold. People who knew the truth trembled at the sound of one's name, not daring to utter even a syllable of it. People who knew the truth hid and hid well. They never hid well enough.

Godric's Hollow was a quant village, full of ordinary and extraordinary living in unknown harmony. Halloween there was just as it was in most other places with diverse costumes and children eager to fill their baskets with a variety of unhealthy candy to munch on for the days to follow.

The air that night was colder than normal, something sharp about it as the wind slapped across one's cheek. A cloak would come in handy for anyone for that reason alone, but the angel of death, or rather the devil, couldn't feel the cold. The emptiness inside was only filled warm with someone else's fear and the 'power' that came with a bright, green light and a muttered curse.

To passersby, the cloaked form stalking up a stone path to an entirely empty field seemed strange, until they would take a glance back and see no cloak, no form, and no path to follow. It didn't take long to forget the sight, especially on a strange night like Halloween when people were out to trick, or treat, others. The form, though, knowing a secret that was whispered well, found a warm house down the path instead.

A red blast set the door ajar as a maniacal laugh was echoed throughout the vicinity. The sound resonated in one's head, as if the entity was inside their thoughts, all-knowing. Shouts soon followed the intrusion that evil created. Three people were in that house, two other babies were sleeping in their crib, but now there were four adults. The cloaked one had deadly intent.