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Warning: implied, non specific mention of torture (The Cruciatus Curse), and swearing. You be warned

Prologue

"Mate, we should just leave. You know Mum and the others will be worried. It's time to go. We can't do anything else here."

Harry sighed. He knew that Ron was right, and he could not do anything. Well anything useful, some of his people had gotten here before him. It was just that Harry knew this was not an idle threat. Then again how could ten insane Death Eaters with a personal vendetta against him not be? They had already proved that they would do anything to fulfill their goal as they had kidnapped a woman and murdered her husband. Harry was thankful that the couple's two children were not at home at the day of the attack, for he did not want to investigate three murders.

Harry had been tense from the moment a week ago that ten Death Eaters had escaped from their life sentences at Azkaban. That was the price for not letting the Dementors guard the prisoners, but he and others had relentlessly campaigned to get rid of the torturous Dementors as cruel and unusual. While the others had advocated the end to the practice of snapping wands, Harry had to disagree on the point. Especially here, the destruction was bountiful with even stolen wands. He shuddered to think of what would happen with their original wands.

"Uncle Ron is right. Harry, we are not helping anybody here. Besides Uncle Ron knows when to stop and is not selfless yet sometimes stupid martyr. No offense, of course." Teddy Lupin grinned over a pile of rubble that had once been a wall between two rooms. He no longer was the nervous teenager that could not go on a mission without turning green. Well greener. Not that he's hair didn't turn to green regularly either.

Harry knew that this pointless was a distraction from the real issue, and Ron and Teddy were overtly and rather pathetically trying to cheer him up to the point it sounded rehearsed. And with these two, it probably was.

Well he could indulge them a moment or two.

"The kid's right, Harry. I do know when to stop, and I am not stupid martyr."

"Y'know that he is only saying that so he can get back to Victoire. But you know he does have a point. I am a selfless yet stupid martyr. I agreed to buy a flat together with you. What was I thinking? I suppose only Hermione can get you to clean up after yourself."

"Ha ha."

Harry grinned but relented anyway. He was starting to worry about his kids, and even though they were older and almost adults in their own right, Harry Potter would always worry about them… especially when ten mad Death Eaters was on the loose.

Antonin Dolohov sighed. He had broken out of Azkaban a week ago, and Dolohov had yet to see a skillful leader. He and some other ex- Death Eaters had broken out of prison with the help of an imperuised guard. They had decided that the best path now was revenge.

The woman they had kidnapped was reported to be a great seer, yet she had only been spouting nonsense for the past few days. Dolohov feared they had broken her. After all the torture had been excruciating (she held out for days from telling them what she saw). Now she only mumbled the same words over and over, and another name.

"Three animals…. Together…the littlest of one has married the stag… and the stag has taken a pup of a wolf… together they protect the herd… together… together, they form a guard for their… children… Herbert Raineier… Raineier."

Dolohov was about to aim a kick at the woman's head. If the woman mentioned her children one more time-

Wait! That was it. Children. How could we have been so stupid? Dolohov berated himself. Of course! The Potter boy had three children and a godson. He snarled in his mind. Teddy Lupin. He was the son of Remus and Nymphadora Lupin. He deserved to die. His mother and father had been a nuisance to his master and his cause. Their son was not a true werewolf, yet that did not matter to him! A son of a werewolf was not fit to walk on this earth. Neither are the children of Potter! They were going to suffer a painful death. A slow one. How he wished in that moment that he had Bellatrix's ability to make her victims scream. In fact not only Potter's children, but the blood traitor and the mudbloods' as well.

"Raineier…"

"Yes, woman, tell me how he is important!"

"Raineier… he knows… he knows time."

"Time? What about time?"

"He knows time… time… spell."

"Out with it! A time about spell?"

The woman hesitated for one minute but a Cruciatus curse loosened her tongue.

"YES! HE KNOWS A TIME SPELL! JUST STOP!"

Dolohov did not know why this Raineier was so important, but it did not matter. He would investigate her story, but he saw no use for the spell. For he had plenty of others in his arsenal.

He smiled. He knew the perfect curse as well. It was final and unforgiving. Dolohov knew he wouldn't use it until the very end. He had to see the children scream first. He wanted to watch them squirm and for their parents. They will have to pay for their parentage.

"Avada Kedavra!" Antonin Doholov roared. The others stared at him as the woman fell dead.

"Time to move. I know how will strike a blow to Potter."

Lily walked around in her room. Victoire had kept her up until three talking about the wedding. She would not have stopped if not for Teddy. Merlin, bless him. She had been about to hit Vic with something. She loved her cousin, but Lily had the patience of a fifteen year old that she was. Moving toward her window something caught her eye.

Lily could have sworn that someone had just moved in the shadows. She stared again into the darkness. No, no one was there. Probably my mind playing tricks on me, Lily thought drowsily, Sleep deprivation does this sort of thing to me.

Yet even as she fell into the land of slumber, Lily could not shake the feeling that someone was watching.

AN: This is totally remastered version. Same plot but way better grammar/ small details… No I lie, I redid this prologue because the old was dinky.

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