*In a cottage in Little Hangleton, a caretaker was making his tea. A light came on from the house and he slammed his towel down.*
Caretaker: Bloody kids.
*He grabbed his keys and torch and made his way to the house. He opened the door and walked up the stairs and heard voices. He got closer to see a bunch of men standing around a couch.*
Voldemort: How fastidious you've become, Wormtail. As l recall, you once called the nearest gutter pipe home. Could it be that the task of nursing me has become wearisome for you?
Wormtail: Oh, no. No, no, my Lord Voldemort. l only meant...perhaps if we were to do it without the boy.
Voldemort: No! The boy is everything! lt cannot be done without him. And it will be done. Exactly as l said.
Jr: l will not disappoint you, my Lord.
Voldemort: Good. First, gather our old comrades. Send them a sign. And Scarecrow, your assignment is going to the World Cup and bringing fear to them all.
Scarecrow: Yes, my lord.
*A snake slithered past the caretaker. It then spoke in parseltongue to Voldemort.*
Voldemort: Nagini tells me the old Muggle caretaker is standing just outside the door.
*Jr stood up and Bane blocked the doorway path.*
Voldemort: Step aside, Bane, so l can give our guest a proper greeting.
*He smiled under his mask and spoke in Spanish.*
Bane: Por supuesto, Mi Señor Oscuro.
Voldemort: Avada Kedavra!
*A green light shined and hit the old man who screamed. His tea kettle whistled out. Back at the Weasley home, Harry was breathing heavily and having a nightmare. Hermione had a candle over him.*
Hermione: Harry. Harry! Are you all right?
*Harry woke up and put his glasses on.*
Harry: Hermione. Bad dream. When did you get here?
Hermione: Just now. You?
Harry: Last night. I went to bed after writing a letter to Damian.
Hermione: What did he say?
Harry: Not much. Just misses us and hopes to see us again next year.
Hermione: Wake up! Wake up, Ronald!
Ron: Bloody hell.
Hermione: Honestly, get dressed. And don't go back to sleep. Come on, Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready!
*Ron went back to bed and closed his eyes. Meanwhile in Gotham, Jim Gordon and his partner, Flass, stopped by a house so Flass could grab something. He got back in the car.*
Flass: Don't suppose you want a taste. I just keep offering, thinking maybe someday you'll get wise.
Gordon: There's nothing wise in what you do, Flass.
Flass; Well, Jimbo, you don't take the taste, makes us guys nervous.
Gordon: I'm no rat. In a town this bent, who's there to rat to anyway?
*They head back to the station. Gordon sits at his desk to make a call but the phone's not working. Then all of a sudden, the light went out and he felt a gun on the back of his head.*
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The Dark Knight of Hogwarts: A Male Batman Reader x Hermione Granger Fanfic 1-4
ActionYoung Damian Thomas Wayne lost his parents due to a fire at Wayne Manor and only had one person to care for him, the family butler, Alfred Pennyworth. Ten years later, he's been accepted into Hogwarts where he meets some new friends, Harry Potter, R...
