it begins

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It is either very late at night or very early in the morning depending on your perspective, and anyone with the smallest amount of sense is asleep.

A man with a distant look in his eye walks calmly down the streets of muggle London and stops before a residential building. Stepping into the alleyway beside it, he pulls out his wand, charms away the nearest window, and casts an incantation.

A pillar of flame shoots out from his wand with a deafening roar and into the building, the fire taking on the shapes of beasts, shifting every few moments. Then, there are screams. There are cracks of Apparition, right in the middle of a muggle street, parents carrying children in their arms, wizards and witches clutching their muggle partners tight to themselves. Some, unable to Apparate, jump out of windows, and a few people on the ground step up quickly to magically control their descent. Beasts of flame leap from the windows, soaring up every floor of the building. There's no time for worrying about being seen, not with no warning, and the fire too out of control for any one person to handle. Most everyone is in their bedclothes, many without any sort of foot covering out in what would be a freezing December night, were it not for the intense heat put off by the flames.

In the chaos, the man escapes.