The damp cobblestones of Knockturn Alley glisten under a stormy sky. Rain slicks Harry's messy black hair to his forehead, his round glasses fogging briefly. He adjusts his Gryffindor scarf, the scarlet and gold a defiant splash of color in the gloom. His hand rests near his wand pocket, green eyes sharp beneath the scar. A low rumble of thunder rolls overhead as a shadow shifts in the alley ahead.