Chapter One

Our side is rising Draco, we will finally rid the world of these filthy muggles. The pure will rule, and the impure will be no more.

That's what father said to me the day before we attacked my school.

The pure will rule. That is what he said, it's what he believes as well, no doubt, only...

Is it the truth?

I daren't utter it, but I do not think so. The pure will not be ruling, the Dark Lord will be ruling.

We are merely his minions, puppets if you like.

We do his bidding, torture and kill those who oppose us.

I know that it is wrong to even think such a thing, but sometimes .. I wish there really was a saviour. Not just a myth.

Not just a tale of a boy that could have rescued us all, well them all.

I do not know the full tale, but mother used to tell me a story when I was a small boy;

Draco, she said,

There was once a group of people who did not believe in the Dark Lord's ideals.

But father would be cross! He says that the Dark Lord is our protecter, that he gets rid of all the bad people that don't belong in our world.

Yes, She looked away and sighed a lot when I spoke of what father had taught me.

Well, you see, two of these people, a man and a woman.

Were they married mother? Like you and father are?

Yes, yes they were married son, and in fact, she said with a small hint of a smile, they too had a little boy.

And when this little boy was just one year old, they died.

Oh no! I squeeled,

What happened to them?

.....The Dark Lord thought that their deaths were neccesary. Mother always told this part of the story with a sad look in her eyes.

So they were bad people?

She hesitated.

They must of been bad people! I pleaded for the answer, as this was what I had been taught. I understood nothing more.

What did they do mother?

Well, you see...there was something made about their little boy.

What kind of something?

A story.

What kind of story? A made up one?

No, well..a story that said that he would grow up and try to stop the Dark Lord. So the Dark Lord went to kill him.

But he was only little. The Dark Lord wouldn't do that, don't be silly mother! He is a good leader.

Well, it is true son, only he did not suceed.

Why not?

He's parents died saving him. They got in the way.

So he killed them?

Yes.

What happened to the little boy?

He survived.

The Dark Lord decided not to kill him?

Oh no, he did try. But there was something protecting him.

What? What could be more powerfull than the Dark Lord?

There are things Draco, so much more powerfull...

Like really difficult spells?

No son, they are something different. Something that isn't used to hurt.

I was confused, I did not know why my mother was telling me such a story. In went against everything I was taught to believe.

After thinking for a short while I spoke again;

Where is that baby now?

Now he is not a baby, in fact he would probably be around the same age as you.

He's eight? Just like me?

Yes, that is if he's still alive. Noone knows where he is, not even the Dark Lord.

There was a long period where mother sort of..drifted off. Then finally I broke the silence.

.....he must be a really naughty little boy.

After as deep a thought as an eight year old could have, I had come to the conclusion that I had to believe, for my sake.

Why do you say that?

Because, the Dark Lord wanted him dead. So he must be naughty.

Mother said nothing. Just stared at me for a while, a lost look in her eyes. Whereas I smiled, feeling pleased that I had figured it out for myself.

I liked that story mother, I smiled again. Is there any more?

No son, there is no more. Now you must go to sleep. Goodnight.

She was lying, of course, there was more to the story.

Perhaps she didn't think that I needed to know, Or maybe she didn't want me to know.

It is of no matter now, I know the rest of the story.

Or at least, I think I do.

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My name is Harry Brown. I am seventeen years old.

I have a snowy white dog named Harold (don't laugh, it wasn't MY choice).

I got him for my 11th birthday, so he's getting pretty old now for a dog.

Dad always says that he's a bloody nuisence and all he does is piss all over the carpet.

That's just not true dad! He also pisses on the kitchen floor.

I always reply with a fake, innocent smile.

That's normally the part where mum has a go at me for swearing and dad throws his shoe at me.

They're good people though, my parents. We don't always get along, but heck! what family does?

My life's always been pretty same-ish. I went to school everyday, passed my GCSE's ...barely. I'm an average student. I have no idea what I want to be, because for some reason..i've never really felt like I fit in.

I know that sounds kind of selfish, I mean there are plenty of people who have a much harder life than me, but there's just something missing.

I've always been pretty weird though. For a start I have a really stupid birthmark on my forehead. It's the shape of a lightening bolt! yeah, go on, you can laugh. Of all the chances! A bloody lightening bolt.

Dad always says that it explains why I'm a bit thick, must have been struck in the head in a past life.

I'm not thick, just not interested is all. Everything seems so boring to me.

Something else that's REALLY odd. Snakes listen to me. No joke!

They really listen. Like this one time, I was 'round aunt Cathy's, and she's a bloody strange one she is....got every animal under the sun! Rats, cats, dogs, parrots, the lot.

Anyway, she'd just got this new snake. So I went to look in the cage and started talking to it. Stuff like "Do you like it here?" and all that crap, and I swear it nodded at me!

Thought I was going crazy..haven't been back there since.

There is one other thing though ... I overheard mum and dad arguing the other night about me..and suddenly I heard dad shout:

"For god's sakes Emily! He's not even mine!" then everything went silent.

So...yeah.

I'm pretty sure that my dad's not my real dad.

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