The Serpent's Lair and the Forbidden Tower
By Kit Kat Kidd 2004
Chapter 1: The Dark Lord's Downfall
Night had fallen on Godric's Hollow where alongside the road, streetlamps cast shadows across the dimly lit houses. The street was silent except for a crisp autumn breeze blowing against pumpkins, an owl hooting in the distance, insects creating their night music, and a small gray rat scampering out of the sewers. A soft pop sounded from behind a group of trees, causing the rat to shudder involuntary. Soon after the pop, a man, or at least the remaining shell of a man, appeared and stood in the middle of the street. From far away in the distance, a church bell tolled eleven times. The man scoffed and looked at the porches and walkways of the houses with the dimly lit Jack-o-Lanterns and crazy Muggle themed Halloween decorations. He sneered and held out his palm towards the nearest house. The rat scampered next to the man and trembled as he flashed a wicked grin. Suddenly, one by one, evidence of a mortal Halloween exploded. Little did the slumbering residents of Godric's Hollow realize their hard work was being destroyed by the darkest wizard of the century: Tom Riddle. Riddle sneered again and turned around to face a trembling overweight man with balding gray hair. "Peter Pettigrew," Riddle hissed, his cold voice like a serpent about to strike, "where is it?"
Pettigrew nodded his head towards an empty field at the end of the street. He winced as Riddle pulled out a long yew wand from the folds of his cloak and twirled it in his hands. "Master," Pettigrew squeaked, visibly shaking, "what do you plan to do with the Potters?"
Riddle laughed, a cold, high laugh that didn't suit his soft green eyes. "Pettigrew, you should know by now what I plan to do with your childhood friend. I plan to murder him, his lovely wife and their baby son. The Potter line ends tonight with little Harry Potter." Pettigrew turned away and wiped his eyes on his dusty black cloak. "Pettigrew, your loyalty will be most rewarded. I will not forget this, my faithful follower." Cold yellow-gold yes flashed from a bush far away, watching the two men plot murder. Pettigrew squeaked softly as Riddle faced the empty lot again. "Let's go and get the job done." He hissed and moved swiftly down the street. When he finally stood in front of the lot, he took out a piece of parchment from his cloak and read it aloud, "The Potter home lies at number twelve, Godric's Hollow." He smiled wickedly when a red house began to appear between numbers eleven and thirteen. "Excellent."
It didn't take long for Riddle to find the residents of the home sitting in the kitchen. James had leapt to his feet, unsheathing his wand like a sword. Lily's eyes had narrowed and she too had branded her wand. Riddle's eye twitched as a piece of brown fur disappeared behind the open back door. He began to turn to look at it until, "Voldemort!" James shouted at Riddle, regaining full attention. "Leave," he whispered.
Riddle smirked. "Not until you die." He raised his wand and James and Lily leapt out of the way. A battle of sparks ensued as Lily ran towards the staircase.
By Kit Kat Kidd 2004
Chapter 1: The Dark Lord's Downfall
Night had fallen on Godric's Hollow where alongside the road, streetlamps cast shadows across the dimly lit houses. The street was silent except for a crisp autumn breeze blowing against pumpkins, an owl hooting in the distance, insects creating their night music, and a small gray rat scampering out of the sewers. A soft pop sounded from behind a group of trees, causing the rat to shudder involuntary. Soon after the pop, a man, or at least the remaining shell of a man, appeared and stood in the middle of the street. From far away in the distance, a church bell tolled eleven times. The man scoffed and looked at the porches and walkways of the houses with the dimly lit Jack-o-Lanterns and crazy Muggle themed Halloween decorations. He sneered and held out his palm towards the nearest house. The rat scampered next to the man and trembled as he flashed a wicked grin. Suddenly, one by one, evidence of a mortal Halloween exploded. Little did the slumbering residents of Godric's Hollow realize their hard work was being destroyed by the darkest wizard of the century: Tom Riddle. Riddle sneered again and turned around to face a trembling overweight man with balding gray hair. "Peter Pettigrew," Riddle hissed, his cold voice like a serpent about to strike, "where is it?"
Pettigrew nodded his head towards an empty field at the end of the street. He winced as Riddle pulled out a long yew wand from the folds of his cloak and twirled it in his hands. "Master," Pettigrew squeaked, visibly shaking, "what do you plan to do with the Potters?"
Riddle laughed, a cold, high laugh that didn't suit his soft green eyes. "Pettigrew, you should know by now what I plan to do with your childhood friend. I plan to murder him, his lovely wife and their baby son. The Potter line ends tonight with little Harry Potter." Pettigrew turned away and wiped his eyes on his dusty black cloak. "Pettigrew, your loyalty will be most rewarded. I will not forget this, my faithful follower." Cold yellow-gold yes flashed from a bush far away, watching the two men plot murder. Pettigrew squeaked softly as Riddle faced the empty lot again. "Let's go and get the job done." He hissed and moved swiftly down the street. When he finally stood in front of the lot, he took out a piece of parchment from his cloak and read it aloud, "The Potter home lies at number twelve, Godric's Hollow." He smiled wickedly when a red house began to appear between numbers eleven and thirteen. "Excellent."
It didn't take long for Riddle to find the residents of the home sitting in the kitchen. James had leapt to his feet, unsheathing his wand like a sword. Lily's eyes had narrowed and she too had branded her wand. Riddle's eye twitched as a piece of brown fur disappeared behind the open back door. He began to turn to look at it until, "Voldemort!" James shouted at Riddle, regaining full attention. "Leave," he whispered.
Riddle smirked. "Not until you die." He raised his wand and James and Lily leapt out of the way. A battle of sparks ensued as Lily ran towards the staircase.