(A/N: everything in this fic belongs to J.K. Rowling.)
A story untold
"Crucio!!!" A cold, deep, dark voice boomed. All of the sudden, a shadowed figure was shaking. He was un-mistakenly in pain. All of the sudden, the shadowed figure stopped shaking. His breathing was erratic; he was trying to gulp down large breaths. The cold boomed again, "Had enough?" The shadowed figure, backing off, whimpered, "yes, master." The cold voice covered the shadowed man's sobs, "You have failed me again. I am giving you one last chance. Anymore foul ups, and it won't be the Crucio curse I will be using on you!" The shadowy figure bowed down low, and then hastily left. The cold voice was now chuckling. "I'll get you Harry Potter, you won't escape Lord Voldermort this time!"
All of the sudden, Harry woke up. It was 5a.m. He was covered in cold beads of sweat. He was to scared and nervous to go back to bed. He stood up, thinking about his dream. His scar was hurting him. He had had a series of dreams since last year, the beginning of his fourth year. And with the rise of Lord Voldermort, Harry had been having these bad dreams almost every night now. He went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He stood there, shivering, cold, afraid.
Harry, however could not stay worried forever. In just seven hours, he would be going to Hermionie's house to spend the rest of his summer before going back to Hogwarts, The thing that kept him going through the summer. He started packing. He Took all of the books and parchment out of the loose floor bored, and began to pack them. He couldn't help thinking what it would be like at Hermionie's, seeing as he had never had been there. Harry was kind of lonely, seeing as Hedwig was off hunting, but the thought of going to Hermionie's house kept him happy. He began to hum, only to stop when he was afraid he had woken up one of the Dursleys. He went back to packing. He was so glad to get away from them. It would be his fifth year at hogwarts, and he couldn't wait.
The rest of the day went by rather un-eventful, if you discount the way the Dursleys were acting, as if it was doomsday. Eventually, twelve a-clock rolled around. There was a knock on the door. Harry opened it to see Hermionie, the girl he had a secret crush on. With a last goodbye to the dursleys, he left. It felt good to get away from there, and he began to laugh.
Harry and Hermione were taking as Hermione's parents were driving. They talked about their summers, and what they planned to do for the rest of the summer. They were both laughing. All of the sudden, Hermione's face went from happy to grim. "what is it, Hermionie?" Harry said. Wordlessly, Hermionie pointed out the window. Harry saw what she was looking at. His face to was grim. "this is not good." He said.
Bwhahahaha. Cliffhanger. Please review, and I will continue. Also, please read my other fic, Goodbye Hogwarts. O.K. bye now.
A story untold
"Crucio!!!" A cold, deep, dark voice boomed. All of the sudden, a shadowed figure was shaking. He was un-mistakenly in pain. All of the sudden, the shadowed figure stopped shaking. His breathing was erratic; he was trying to gulp down large breaths. The cold boomed again, "Had enough?" The shadowed figure, backing off, whimpered, "yes, master." The cold voice covered the shadowed man's sobs, "You have failed me again. I am giving you one last chance. Anymore foul ups, and it won't be the Crucio curse I will be using on you!" The shadowy figure bowed down low, and then hastily left. The cold voice was now chuckling. "I'll get you Harry Potter, you won't escape Lord Voldermort this time!"
All of the sudden, Harry woke up. It was 5a.m. He was covered in cold beads of sweat. He was to scared and nervous to go back to bed. He stood up, thinking about his dream. His scar was hurting him. He had had a series of dreams since last year, the beginning of his fourth year. And with the rise of Lord Voldermort, Harry had been having these bad dreams almost every night now. He went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He stood there, shivering, cold, afraid.
Harry, however could not stay worried forever. In just seven hours, he would be going to Hermionie's house to spend the rest of his summer before going back to Hogwarts, The thing that kept him going through the summer. He started packing. He Took all of the books and parchment out of the loose floor bored, and began to pack them. He couldn't help thinking what it would be like at Hermionie's, seeing as he had never had been there. Harry was kind of lonely, seeing as Hedwig was off hunting, but the thought of going to Hermionie's house kept him happy. He began to hum, only to stop when he was afraid he had woken up one of the Dursleys. He went back to packing. He was so glad to get away from them. It would be his fifth year at hogwarts, and he couldn't wait.
The rest of the day went by rather un-eventful, if you discount the way the Dursleys were acting, as if it was doomsday. Eventually, twelve a-clock rolled around. There was a knock on the door. Harry opened it to see Hermionie, the girl he had a secret crush on. With a last goodbye to the dursleys, he left. It felt good to get away from there, and he began to laugh.
Harry and Hermione were taking as Hermione's parents were driving. They talked about their summers, and what they planned to do for the rest of the summer. They were both laughing. All of the sudden, Hermione's face went from happy to grim. "what is it, Hermionie?" Harry said. Wordlessly, Hermionie pointed out the window. Harry saw what she was looking at. His face to was grim. "this is not good." He said.
Bwhahahaha. Cliffhanger. Please review, and I will continue. Also, please read my other fic, Goodbye Hogwarts. O.K. bye now.