Tales of the Missing Marauder

Introduction

                  

Things could not have been more stressful for Harry Potter, it was summer time and of course his three children ran wild through the house. Their shouts that bounced from wall to wall made it near impossible to get any work done. As an Auror it takes days, and sometimes even weeks to unravel the mystery's that lurk in past of dark wizards, and it requires a very large amount of concentration. Sighing deeply, Harry pushed away from the dining room table where he sat pouring over a case file trying to puzzle out where his next target was hiding. Gathering his things in his hands Harry made his way to his office hoping the closed door would block some of the noise his children radiated with.

Olive green walls painted the soothing room of Harrys study setting a relaxing theme for his workplace. A tall, black bookshelf was pushed against the opposing wall of where his desk sat, filled with worn novels and tired textbooks from his years at Hogwarts. Everything seemed to be right where he had left it last...All but the tattered, red book that was centered in the middle of his desk. This was something Harry had not left, mater-of-fact, he had never seen the book in his life which was most certainly alarming. Slowly, Harry approached his desk and gradually lifted the book from its place, he had had his fair share of cursed objects in the past and they were not exactly what he wanted to deal with on his day off.

When Harry didn't drop dead on the floor, he figured the book wasn't cursed and sat down in his desk chair to give it a further examination. The book was about three inches thick and was barely held together by a frayed strip of cloth that matched the covers' faded, red color. For being as large as it was, the book seemed weightless; fitting perfectly between Harrys' two hands. Inside the front cover was a piece of parchment, yellowed by age and crumpled by hurried writing. In green ink Harrys name was scrawled messily across the front of the parchment written by none other than Albus Dumbledore, whose handwriting Harry was most familiar with.

Harry James Potter

April 12th 1997

Harry, by the time I allow you to read this I will have left this world and will not be able to answer the question that you will fathom. All questions will be answered in the end.

143 Bibury, Gloucestershire.

Confused by Dumbledore's words Harry gently turned the first of the many faded pages in the book, only to find yet another hand written note; this one much longer than the last. Though it was in the same handwriting, the words were nicely put together and look much neater than the scribbled note Harry had found previously. Reading each word carefully, he search the letter for any of the hidden messages Dumbledore was famous for leaving, but when he found none he was left thoroughly bewildered. How strange, Harry thought as he studied the words once more hoping for at least the slightest clue.

There will come a time in your life Harry that I this book will be sent to you. When, I'm afraid I do not know, but I must ask you to keep it as a very dear secret that no one may ever know about. Over a span of many years I have collected more than a hundred-thousand memories, each being pieced together to bring the story of a woman named Kendra Cullwell. This story is told from all perspectives allowing full access to the thoughts, emotions and senses to ensure that you may understand everything you are being told.

I wish you the best of luck.

~Albus Dumbledore

          Whatever did he mean by 'I wish you the best of luck'? What was Harry supposed to do with the events told by this book? So many questions formed in his mind clouding his thoughts and preventing him from doing anything other than stare blankly at the yellow pages.  With uncertain hands he reached for the next page in the old, red book. Little did Harry know what he was to find.

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~Laurelai