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In a Manor, a young man read a letter. An early case, back when he was just turned. Nearly a full century has passed since then. He glanced to the coroner of the room and said," You said that would come back some way."
"Wizards are a dangerous people to deal with, my lord," A tall black-haired man said. The other lacked," and who would know how resourceful they could be?"
"Indeed my lord. What is it?"
"Section 664, Gardain Law."
A knock at the door of number four Privet drive startled the somewhat exhausted Putiona Dursley. She glared at the cupboard under the stairs as she opened the front door. Under an umbrella stood two men. One had a bluish tint to his hair and a patch over one eye. He was dressed in a sharp suit that vaguely reminded her of the victorian era. The man behind him was tall with dark feathered hair. He was dressed as a butler, tailcoat and all. She looked at the matching red eyes and felt as if they bore into her soul. She softly and meekly asked," How may I help you?"
"You will let us in and give your nephew to us without a fight."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't we will take him by force."
"What do you want with him?" She asked.
"Nothing, but to raise him without harm, unlike yourself, I image," The man with the blue-tinted hair replied. She glanced back to the cupboard before saying," Are you one of those people?"
"People? Not at all actually, however, we're related somewhat with them. Though it matter's not," He said. She frowned as she moved aside and said," Take him. I don't want him."
She pointed to the cupboard before running off towards the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Crestentstar Estate; about 87km from the English-Irish border.
A glowing sigal appeared in the deserted Manor entrance hall. A dark purple light was soon joined with a sky blue as two rune circles joined it. As the two distinct lights touched the surrounding, they cleaned up and fixed themselves back to pristine condition. Just as suddenly as it began the lights stopped and in their place were two beings. Both stood tall and where dressed in finery. One wore a yellow brick-patterned swallow-tail coat and a black vest and bowtie with a bright yellow top hat that had a black ribbon around it. They stepped aside as the other twilled around. This one wore a deep purple evening gown jumpsuit with diamonds stitched along her collar. Both had eyepatches. The one in yellow had blond hair with black roots and tips. Their eye-patch was triangle shaped and over their left eye.
He looked to the other, whose hair was brown with midnight purple roots that faded to a light brown. It was cut like a curtain around her face and her eyepatch was a diamond. She looked at him and hummed," Bill... what year is it?"
"1985, England."
She hummed again and ran a pale hand over a nearby rotary phone and hummed as it was replaced with a updated landline. She laughed softly as eh glanced to the glass window next to the door and said," We need to check on the gardens. Or see if we can get a brownie."
"Why?" Bill asked. She laughed," Our brothers may visit. Do try and keep up."
"And poindexter?"
Another laugh," He still believes you are trapped in another dimension. Actually he is the one trapped," a chuckle interrupted and she continued," And his twin now is there in the Falls, unaware of what his brother created. Soon though we will be completely free."
She turned to him and said," Soon, brother of mine, soon."