This is one of my first Harry Potter fanfictions and I would really appreciate constructive criticism, comments, and suggestions of my work. To tell the truth, for my career I am seriously considering become a children's author and publishing my works, so this I believe will be great practice.

All of my fictions are striven to be as realistic as possible. My goal is to make all of my readers believe that they are actually in the story acting along with the characters and their many obstacles. I also do proofread and check for mistakes in my fictions grammatically and in the vocabulary sense. I know how frustrating it is when you read a fiction and have to deal with figuring out misspelled words.

Please have fun reading and enjoy my work... this is all done purely out of enjoyment for the Harry Potter series.

Spoilers:

Harry Potter and the Sorcerers/Philosophers Stone- Well, if you haven't read this book the you should go read it before you do any fanfiction surfing! Yes, there are spoilers.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets- Yes, defiantly spoilers in this one.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban- My favourite book so far in the series. Yes, spoilers of it in this fiction.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire- MAJOR SPOILERS!! Read the book if you haven't already.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- MAJOR SPOILERS!!! That's all I'm going to say.

OKAY! I used to be known as Moon Lace... now known as Saphire Starlet BECAUSE there was a HUGE misunderstanding with and so my account got wiped out and I had to start again. So, I'm reposting. This fiction used to be 'Harry Potter and the Flisterius Kedavra.'

Disclaimers: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter or any of his little friends... I also don't own any of the Harry Potter merchandise or movies or books.

Harry Potter and the Kedavra Bond

Quote:

"There!" yelled a sixth-year, pointing over the Forest.

Something large, much larger than a broomstick - or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks - was hurtling across the deep blue sky towards the castle, growing larger all the time.

"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first-years, losing her head completely.

"Don't be stupid ... it's a flying house!" said Dennis Creevy.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg. 213... By: JK Rowling

Harry Potter and the Kedavra Bond

Chapter 1

Riddle Manor of Little Hangleton had become quite over grown in the short time that Frank Bryce, the caretaker, had been killed. Twisted vines of ivy and weeds had shot up between the cracks of the side walks. Animals had made permanent habitats in the lawn. The house looked like a monestrous jungle.

Mr. Bryce had been murdered mysteriously. After Frank had not appeared at tea with his half sister the people of Hangleton began to panic, the Riddle Mansion did have a history for strange happenings. He was found two days later laying on the second floor parlor with his eyes wide open... no pulse, but looked as though he was still alive.

Those were the appearances of someone who had been under the Avada Kedavra Curse after all.

The room was cold and dark. The grand marble fireplace was not lit and no warmth was in the chamber. A single scarlet armchair sat in the center of the room, facing the large set of double doors. A man sat in the chair... and his presence in the room seemed to make everything freeze or burn. The man didn't seem even human.

Then again, Lord Voldemort wasn't human.

"You have failed me for the last time... Wormtail."

The chubby man kneeling in front of the armchair shook violently, repressing another shudder at the cold, icy voice that sounded from the chair. Wormtail crawled foreword, kissing the hem of Voldemort's black robes.

"M...ma...master!" he gasped, backing away slightly and looking up reluctantly into the monster's piercing red gaze. "I... I... I didn't mean to... to make this happen. Potter escaped be... because of Bellatrix!" Wormtail shifted on the floor, obviously sensing his Master's displeasure.

Lord Voldemort brought one of his pale spidery hands to the arm of the chair. He clicked them against the arm, thinking of the child in front of him. Voldemort locked his gaze with the fat balding man.

"You are a fool Peter. How you could have ever come this far in my organization, is beyond my knowledge." Voldemort with drew out his wand from the folds of his dark robes, his lips pursed in concentration of what spell to use. "I have nothing more to say to snivelling idiots who blame that failure on other loyal Death eaters."

Wormtail's eyes bulged from their sockets at the sight of the wand. "N...n... NO!" he gasped. "No! Master! I... I have some useful information for you!"

Voldemort kept his wand on the balding man, but his crimson eyes now held the spark of interest. A few golden sparks shot out of the end of the wand towards the man.

"Why wasn't I informed of this information before this occasion?" Voldemort hissed quietly.

Wormtail scrambled to the edge of Voldemort's robes again, laying a kiss on the hem.

"I... I didn't think that it, it would he... help." Wormtail whimpered, wringing his grubby hands.

The Dark Lord's eyes roamed the pitiful being in front of him. "Tell me."

Peter shivered. "Harry Potter is in a depression because of the death of his godfather, Sirius Black. He is weak and vulnerable, an attack cou... could not be deflected."

Voldemort tapped his chin as Wormtail grovelled on the ground, waiting in anticipation for his leader's response. The Dark Lord pursed his bloodless lips again. The wand still didn't move from the figure of Wormtail.

"Your master is not pleased Peter." he hissed again. "This information is indeed useful... I will let you keep your pitiful life." Wormtail let out a bunch of air in a swoosh of relief, mumbling his thanks and relaying his undying services.

"However..." Peter froze again, he lifted his eyes timidly to meet Voldemort's blood red ones.

"You will not escape punishment. Crucio!"

The wand tip swished in the air and a burst of white light shone forth. Wormtail let out a shrill scream and then he fell the wooden floor twitching and withering in agony. A poisonous green snake slithered out from the pile of dried out wood in the corner and slithered over to the chair, wrapping it's tail around Voldemort's dragon hide boots.

"Let this be a lesson to you Wormtail. All information you receive shall be given to me immediately."

Voldemort grinned wickedly in Wormtail's direction as the man nodded dumbly still fighting the curse that he was under. Peter's eyes were watering profusely as Voldemort hissed at the snake in a foreign tongue, "Blood will be sssssserved sssssssssoon my pressssssious pet."

"Master!" shrieked Wormtail, still withering in pain on the ground. "Master... have mercy! Please have mercy!"

Voldemort's face contorted into a that of mingled fury.

"Harry Potter will die at my hand... and no others. Crucio Enflambia!"

Wormtail shrieked in pain and let out a fresh howl. The Dark Lord stroked the snake and turned his pitiless blood red eyes to Peter. Voldemort lifted the curse from the former Marauder. Wormtail gasped out in relief and he fell to the ground trembling. Despite his condition, Peter crawled up to the Dark Lord for the third time and laid a sloppy kiss on the hem.

"Th... thank you, m... my Lord..." he trailed, his eyes unfocused and a thin trail of saliva strung from his bottom lip. "You ar...are most merciful... merciful."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed dangerously, "You are lucky, very lucky, Wormtail... that I am in such a good state of mind tonight... Our guests should be arriving shortly."

Lord Voldemort chuckled humorously and Wormtail timidly joined him. The Dark Lord's face contorted in maniacal glee.

"The Weasleys shall make an excellent ransom for Mr. Potter!"

A scream echoed through the night sky on Privet Drive, number four... as a boy with unruly jet black hair awoke with start.

Well... this is another of my Harry Potter fics! How was it? Good, bad, mediocre? Any suggestions? Please Review, and I will respond to your questions and reviews myself!

Saphire Starlet