Title: Harry Potter and the Unknown Prophecy
Author: Jessica AKA xJessicax
Chapters: Undecided
Summary: Harry Potter embarks on a journey to destroy the remaining Horcruxes, while returning to school against his will. Ron's estranged cousins the Prewetts return to Britain, helping Harry with a mix of archived memories. More mysterious murders happen every day, including some close to home. Emotions run high, especially with 16 year olds Margaret and Lorraine Prewett as they re-tell the horrible tale that is their father's murder.
A/N: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I created the characters Stephen, Alex, Lorraine, Margaret, and Luke Prewett, Brian, Andrew, and Kayla Sandoval, and Leah Browning, but they were based on the books and characters of the lovely J.K. Rowling.
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Chapter 1
The Riddle House had been deserted for over fifty years now. There was a rumor in the village below that the place was haunted, because the owners had been murdered there, and now the gardener just recently had disappeared. Maybe the villagers were right.
For every so often light would flicker through the grimy windows. Hooded shadows inside could be seen from the village. But whenever the police would go up to the house, it looked as if nothing had ever been touched. There weren't even any footprints in the inches of dust that had collected on the floor.
Once such night, when the villagers were all asleep, the hooded figures were meeting in the house. Their leader, an unmasked man with red, snake-like eyes, and an equally ugly, snake-like nose to match, was sitting in the chair in front of the fire, a horribly huge snake lying at his feet. His followers were standing all around him, each in robes, a mask, and pointed hat.
"Dolohov!" the leader pointed to a tall man standing across the room.
"Yes," Dolohov said in his gruff voice, "Well, you see, my Lord, we… can't seem to locate them." He looked nervous, his graying hair on end.
"What?" the snake-man spoke, "I, Lord Voldemort, cannot locate a little girl?" He spoke louder. "I, a master of sorcery and immortality, do not have followers loyal enough to actually try and help me destroy my enemies?"
"My Lord, I assure you we are doing all we-"
"Quiet! I cannot think!" Voldemort pointed a long, thin wand at Dolohov.
"Crucio!"
"Agh!"
"Forgive me, my Lord," Dolohov panted, "But what is so important about the girl?"
Voldemort turned back to the fire, staring deep into the dying embers. Finally, he spoke. "I do not know, Dolohov. No one knows. The magic inside of her is very powerful, very unwieldy. If it were to be used against us..." He rubbed his forehead as a migraine formed. "It doesn't matter! All I know is that we must destroy her!"
"My Lord!" A rat-like man had barged into the room.
Voldemort turned to the door, "Wormtail! Please tell me something is going right!"
"My Lord Voldemort, I have found them," Wormtail panted.
"Yes?" Voldemort yelled, anticipating the news, "Well, where is she?"
"I've traced her to America, my Lord!" Wormtail gasped collapsing into a chair.
"Bring her to me!" Voldemort said in a raspy voice, "Soon!"