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A/N: I truly believe in flames, destructive or constructive! So review!!!!!!! Please!!!!
THE HEIRS: A HARRY POTTER STORY
Prologue:
"Did you find him?" a snake like voice asked, making the man kneeling before the speaker cringe. "Well?"
"I'm sorry, Master. We are using all of our resources, but he has seemingly disappeared. We are still searching even as this conversation is being conducted," the man said in an oily voice, his blonde hair slicked back flawlessly, and his silver-blue eyes filled with fear as the man in front of him bent forward, his abhorrent features coming closer. "Truly, my Lord, we are doing everything in our power to-"
"SILENCE!!" The man screamed, his high cold voice piercing the night like a knife. "I don't want excuses! I want the boy! Alive! Now find him!" His voice dropped to a sinister whisper as he said, "Find me the boy, Lucius, or I'll have your head on a platter. Do you understand?" The kneeling man winced, but his eyes flashed.
"Yes, Master. Of course Master. We will not fail you again." He Disapparated.
"I'll have my revenge, oh yes. Harry Potter will soon know a pain beyond any he's felt before!" He saw someone lurking in the shadows. You there! Come out! Now!" The figure stayed hidden. "Wormtail, bring our 'guest' into the circle." A grovelling figure grabbed the person by their arm and dragged them none too gently into the center, in front of the despicable man he called "Master".
The person stared at him, her eyes filled with fear. She was a child, barely sixteen. He could smell in her the pure blood of an old wizarding family. Like the Moffets.
"What is your name, girl?"
"Susan Bones, the girl who will destroy you, Lord Voldemort," she said, fear and pain written across her every feature.
"Release Miss Bones, Wormtail."
The pathetic excuse for a man did as ordered. Susan stood in front of the enemy of good wizards everywhere, rubbing her arm where Wormtail had roughly grabbed her with his artificial hand.
"What house were you in, Susan?" Voldemort asked, thinking Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.
"Hufflepuff."
"Well Miss Bones, I think you are mistaken about who will destroy who. Goodbye. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The teen fell to the ground, her red hair creating a cloud around her face, her hazel eyes soulless and unseeing.
A/N: I truly believe in flames, destructive or constructive! So review!!!!!!! Please!!!!
THE HEIRS: A HARRY POTTER STORY
Prologue:
"Did you find him?" a snake like voice asked, making the man kneeling before the speaker cringe. "Well?"
"I'm sorry, Master. We are using all of our resources, but he has seemingly disappeared. We are still searching even as this conversation is being conducted," the man said in an oily voice, his blonde hair slicked back flawlessly, and his silver-blue eyes filled with fear as the man in front of him bent forward, his abhorrent features coming closer. "Truly, my Lord, we are doing everything in our power to-"
"SILENCE!!" The man screamed, his high cold voice piercing the night like a knife. "I don't want excuses! I want the boy! Alive! Now find him!" His voice dropped to a sinister whisper as he said, "Find me the boy, Lucius, or I'll have your head on a platter. Do you understand?" The kneeling man winced, but his eyes flashed.
"Yes, Master. Of course Master. We will not fail you again." He Disapparated.
"I'll have my revenge, oh yes. Harry Potter will soon know a pain beyond any he's felt before!" He saw someone lurking in the shadows. You there! Come out! Now!" The figure stayed hidden. "Wormtail, bring our 'guest' into the circle." A grovelling figure grabbed the person by their arm and dragged them none too gently into the center, in front of the despicable man he called "Master".
The person stared at him, her eyes filled with fear. She was a child, barely sixteen. He could smell in her the pure blood of an old wizarding family. Like the Moffets.
"What is your name, girl?"
"Susan Bones, the girl who will destroy you, Lord Voldemort," she said, fear and pain written across her every feature.
"Release Miss Bones, Wormtail."
The pathetic excuse for a man did as ordered. Susan stood in front of the enemy of good wizards everywhere, rubbing her arm where Wormtail had roughly grabbed her with his artificial hand.
"What house were you in, Susan?" Voldemort asked, thinking Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.
"Hufflepuff."
"Well Miss Bones, I think you are mistaken about who will destroy who. Goodbye. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The teen fell to the ground, her red hair creating a cloud around her face, her hazel eyes soulless and unseeing.