The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive... the only person left outside was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four. Harry Potter was tired. He was slaved by his evil aunt and uncle to do everything imaginable all day. He had to clean the basement, paint the fence, clean the gutters, clean the chimney, plus much, much more. He was too tired to move. He lied in the flowerbed daydreaming. He soon dozed off to sleep.

Meanwhile, over 200 miles away, a plot was forming. The building was an old, abandoned prison. It was the perfect place. Rumors floated around that it was haunted by a dangerous poltergeist, so nobody in town would ever go near it. The town was filled Muggles. Nobody within a two hundred mile radius even had the slightest clue that wizards existed… except for Voldemort and his Death Eaters. They went into the prison late in the evening. At 8:30pm, Voldemort and his Death Eaters all Apperated to the basement of the prison. It wasn't a pleasant sight to the normal person; however, Voldemort and his Death Eaters loved it. Mold was growing on walls. Water was on the floor causing allege to grow. Rats ran across the floor.

“Alright. Listen up,” Voldemort started. “This is the year… this is the year that I am finally going to kill Harry Potter. I have the basic plan. I will rely on you guys for the details. I have decided to use Polyjiuce Potion to become one of Harry's friends. Which one should I be? Granger? Weasley?” He said all the names in disgust. “Or how about Finnegan? Or perhaps somebody else?” He pointed to one of the Death Eaters. “Who do you I should disguise myself as?” The Death Eater said a name. “No,” said Voldemort. He pointed to a different Death Eater. “What's on your mind?” The Death Eater said a different name. “Hmm…” Voldemort continued. “Hmm… I don't like it.” He pointed to another Death Eater. “You! What do you think?” The Death Eater said a name. “I like it!” shouted Voldemort happily. “I have Death Eaters for reason,” he continued sarcastically. “Now, how is the question. How can we get rid of that person? I kill them, of course, so I want my most trusted Death Eater, Robert ‘Bobby’ Nott,” he turned toward Robert, and continued. “…to kill them with the Avada Kedavera curse, and then I want you shave their head, so I have enough hair to last the entire year. Got it Robert?”

“Uh, got it,” said Robert in his deep, hoarse voice.

“Good,” Voldemort said in his low, deep, cold, and evil voice. “Kill them tomorrow, and bring me every hair on head. I'm even talking about eyebrows, eyelashes, every hair on their entire body to make sure that I have enough for the year.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“Here’s how I’m going to torture. Nightmares…”

The plot was set. Voldemort was going to transform himself into a Gryffindor, make Harry think they're friends, make Harry trust him, and then when Harry doesn't expect it, he will kill Harry.

This was Voldemort’s plot…