Neville strode down the familiar street, bumping shoulders with busy shoppers who were all hurrying to get out of the rain. He blended in with the muggle crowd in his jeans and heavy jacket, and his dark hair – desperately in need of a trim – was plastered to his forehead. His wand was carefully tucked away in a side pocket of his charmed backpack where he could easily reach it...

Dawn was touching the horizon as the little village of Godric's Hollow lay in slumber. The street lamps glowed softly in the gloom, casting thin shadows over the quaint buildings. Faux spider webs clung to the cottage faces and large carved pumpkins rested in the gardens. Autumn leaves littered the streets, crunching under the massive feet of the lone figure hurrying through the...

The Gryffindor common room was quiet but for the faint crackle of the fireplace. Dean ripped another page from the Daily Prophet and tossed it onto the smouldering embers. The edges curled up and began to burn away around the moving photograph of Harry, Cedric, Viktor and Fleur all smiling awkwardly into the camera...