A scrawny, little boy, the spitting image of his father, quickly walked down the wooden, spiral staircase, careful not to trip. His older brother trailed behind him, making his presence known to everyone in the house as he jumped off the stairs and skipped a few steps, landing against the wood floor with a harsh thump. A rather small girl, who was an imitation of Ginny but with shoulder length red hair and larger blue eyes came out from behind the couch.

Everybody knew what was to happen next, as they were all prepared for this night: the night a storm would come to Little Hangleton, a storm that would last for a week's time, and on that night of the storm, the man will arrive and take the Death Eaters to a new height.

James didn't respond. He closed his eyes and leaned off of the store. Taking a sharp breath, he said, "Let's get Albus his owl." He walked away from Quality Quidditch Supplies and disappeared into Eeylops Own Emporium. Ginny groaned. "That boy will be the death of me, he will," she said quietly, but Albus had heard her. He stared at the store and suddenly didn't feel as excited as before: his brother's anger had swamped over Albus. He bit his lower lip slightly and walked into the store himself. James looked like he was in a better mood as he stared at all of the owls.