Albus Potter and the Dragonfang Wand By:Vekin87-repost

Chapter 1: The Twisted Street

Of all the dark and lonely streets in the village of Carpelcobber, none would ever expect

anything sinister or dark to happen on this one. This street was long and winding, twisting into

various paths that led into a series of row homes, all of which were the same, dusty, grey

color. It was a mundane street. A street no one would pay attention to. A street that would be

perfect for hiding something.

The residents of this particular village were friendly enough. They helped each other, greeted

one another when passing down the twisted streets, and were more than willing to welcome a

new neighbor into their village. And yet, there was one member of the village who didn't seem

to want to be welcomed.

The biggest row home, which sat on the edge of the longest and most twisted street, had been

empty for decades. But a few years ago, however, someone had bought it. This person,

whomever they may be, was rarely seen. The windows were always shut with the curtains

drawn, so that no one could see their face, the door was always locked, so that no one could

enter, and hardly a sound was heard from within it. To the pleasant villagers of Carpelcobber,

the person who resided in that house did not want to be known. It was almost as if they were

hiding.

It would come as no surprise to learn that on this particular warm summer night, no one was

out on the twisted street leading up the house of the unknown resident. Why would they be?

Nothing ever occurred there anyway.

But if someone had been outside on the street, they certainly would have been baffled to see

someone appear there, in the middle of the street, with no car to drop him off. In fact, the

only thing that even showed that this person had appeared was the loud crack! that came with

them.

No one bothered to look out of their windows on this night, it was just a loud sound after all. It

was nearly midnight, of course, which made it most unusual that there would be any noise at

all, but it was just a noise. A harmless crack! It wasn't as if someone had just suddenly

appeared there, or anything like that. As the villagers knew, that was impossible. Humans

couldn't simply just appear out of no where.

The person who was now standing in the middle of the street following the loud noise was now

glaring up at the big house at the end of the street. He (or was it a she?) was wearing a dark

cloak. It was the darkest cloak anyone could have ever seen, though of course, no one

bothered to look. Their hood was drawn up over their face; this person, whomever they were,

did not want to be seen either.

The cloaked figure quietly walked down the twisted street, careful not to make any noise as

they did so. The night sky made it very hard for this person to see, but it was probably better

this way. This way, no onecould see what was about to occur.