Resorted

Chapter Thirty One

It was the middle of what was meant to be the hottest summer in British history. The city that was rowdy and bustling just a few months ago, had crawled in on itself. Everyone had sullen faces and greeted people dryly when necessary to talk. Passing on the street, there were no friendly faces and no light chit-chat between the muggles.

An office building could be mistaken for a morgue as people sipped their bitter coffees to try and wake themself up. Papers randomly spread on every desk, it was dull, mundane work they had to do daily.

Screaming. Wailing , hysteria, horror came from beneath the building. Impromptu, everyone ran from their seats to the window. Down below, everyone on the millennium bridge tried to race against it falling from the centre. Less than ten years old, the bridge fell to the river.

Unknown to the Muggles, a small group of death eaters had ventured into London. That group led by the wolf that turned Remus Lupin: Fenrir Greyback.

Silently, Harry rested on the window, sitting on the shelf peeling his face into the window making his glasses crooked. His room (really it was still Dudley's because all of his stuff was there and Harry had almost nothing of his in there) was cleaner than last year, but with nothing to do once chores ended and you're sent to a room what else was he meant to do. Although it was cleaner than last year, there was nowhere to put Dudley's broken toys; he tried to fix a couple out of boredom but no luck because he can't use magic.

Hedwig was caged up but asleep so Harry wouldn't be scolded because of the 'racket that bloody bird' was making. An image of his parents dancing happily was on the table beside his bed and Harry constantly stared at it until he slept. Owl feathers, apple cores and sweet rappers littered the floor. Spell books lay higgledy-piggledy among the tangled bed sheets along with numerous newspapers all piled on top of each other. The headline of one blared:

HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE
rumours continue to fly about the happenings at The Ministry months ago as a new theory has emerged. This theory may as well be fact due to his accurate it is.
On the night in question, Harry Potter was seen along with his lover Draco Black (once Draco Malfoy) and a number of their friends: Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. As reporters arrived on the scene, several ministry workers from different departments were shouting along the lines of 'He's back!'. 'He' referring to You-Know-who.

Reporters spoke with Percy Weasley, the ex-ministers second, about what happened that night a few days later. It was said that the Dark Lord had returned but, that was all he had to say on the matter. 'All I have to say, is You Know Who has returned. And that Bellatrix Lestrange had unjustly murdered my youngest brother. But, I have told The Daily Prophet that story already, I will not go into further detail.' Written on his face was hurt, and he was holding back the truth.

When anybody else was questioned, there replies were along the lines of 'we are not allowed to talk about it, don't ask me anything.' Then they would rush off.

Nevertheless, highly placed sources have confirmed that the incident in question happened at the fable Hall Of Prophecies. Although, when outright asked about the place, ministry workers deny its existence. A growing number of the Wizarding Community believe that the Death Eaters apprehended on the night were there to steal a Prophecy for He Who Must Not Be Named.