A/N: Hi, this is my first fan fic, so be kind. Please review and tell me
what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else really. Except for my trusty lava lamp. I am merely borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully yours.
Summery: Harry Potter disappeared on the night of his fifteenth birthday during a death eater attack. The world thinks him dead, but Harry was taken back to a time where magic was rare, and he has to prove himself in this new and dangerous world.
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Chapter one
Harry Potter stood by his window, watching the night sky for any sign of owls. Now for some people that might seem a bit strange, but for Harry Potter it wasn't. You see, Harry Potter is not normal. He is a wizard and a famous one at that. All because of something that he couldn't remember and something he would rather forget at the same time. He glanced at the clock. It was 11:55, five minutes until his fifteenth birthday. He continued watching the sky for any sign of his beloved owl. About three minutes later, he saw a white blur on the horizon. It was Hedwig. He moved out of the opened window so the birds could get in. Not a minute later six owls flew into his room.
The owls settled on various objects throughout his dimly lit room, some on his bed, some on his old wobbly chair, and some on his desk. They all waited patiently for Harry to relieve their burdens. All except for one that is. Pig, Ron's owl, was currently zooming through the room like an overzealous tennis ball. Harry reached up and with a practiced movement, caught the little bugger. He relieved Pig of his package and the letter from Ron. The package seemed unusually small this year. Ron usually sent him books, and so did Hermione.
"Harry,
How are you mate? Are the muggles treating you well? Happy Birthday by the way! Maybe now that you're fifteen you'll grow out of that midget stage! Ha Ha, it's a joke Harry."
Harry had to grin at that. He had already had a growth spurt this summer. He used to be 5'4, but now he was about 5'11. Between all the chores outside, and the food Ron and Hermione had sent him during the summer, he had also gotten some muscle. He wasn't anything near like the men in those model magazines, but he was much more muscular than he used to be. His hair had also grown a bit. He never had the time to cut it last year. It was just past his ears, in the middle of his neck. He kind of liked it that length, so he hadn't had it cut. He thought he might try and grow it out. It would hopefully make his hair a bit more manageable. It certainly made Aunt Petunia mad though. She couldn't even look at him without some snappy remark about his hair nowadays, but when had she not complained about his appearance? Harry shook himself out of his ponderings and brought his attention back to the letter.
"Mum talked Dumbledore about you coming to spend the rest of summer at the Burrow, but he said you had to stay at your relatives until the 28th, then we can pick you up and take you to Diagon Alley. Sorry mate, I know you wanted to come over."
Harry quickly squashed the disappointment rising in his chest and tried to focus on the letter. He really shouldn't be all that surprised. With Voldemort on the loose, he should have expected the headmaster would want him to stay at his relative's house. Why was that again? Harry tried to remember why he had to stay here in the first place. Oh yeah, the blood protection his Aunt and cousin gave him. Harry sighed and continued reading the letter.
"Did you know that Hermione didn't go to Bulgaria with "Vicky"? I'm glad she didn't. I really didn't like that guy."
Harry snickered softly to himself. When was Ron going to admit that he liked Hermione?
"You'll never guess what Fred and George did! They bought me a new set of dress robes! They look so much better than my old ones. They're blue with gold trimmings. I have no idea how they got the money though. Mum was really worried. She thought the twins had done something illegal, but they assured her that they had just found somebody to fund their joke shop, so they had extra money. Mum didn't know if she liked the illegal part better or not."
Harry snorted with laughter. He would definitely not tell Mrs. Weasley that he was the twin's secret investor. He really liked his head where it was now, firmly attached to his shoulders.
"That's pretty much what's going on over here. I hope you like your present. I thought you might need it. Don't let the muggles get you down! See you on the 28th at one. Happy Birthday Harry!
Ron"
Harry smiled and grabbed the present Ron sent him. It was a rather small rectangular box. Harry opened it and grinned widely. It was a watch. His other one had broken during the second task. He put it on his wrist, and then noticed a note on the bottom of the box.
"Harry,
This is a wizard's watch, a bit different from a muggle watch. It shows the time and date, but it also has a button on the side that will show you your friends and where they are. Like the family clock at the Burrow. I put some people on it for you, but you can add more.
Ron"
"Wow Ron," Harry whispered. Harry pushed the small button on the side of his new watch. The face instantly changed into a milky white color with little hands. On top of the hands was a picture of the person and beside the picture were sayings like "at home" and "in hiding." Ron and Hermione's hand said "at home" and Sirius's hand apparently said "in hiding." Harry grinned at his new watch. This would definitely come in handy. There were still five empty spaces for people too.
The owls seemed to be a little peeved, so Harry untied all of their packages and letters so they could all leave. He then decided to read Hermione's letter.
"Dear Harry,
How are you doing? I hope you don't blame yourself about Cedric's death. Harry, it was not your fault. Please don't blame yourself. That is probably exactly what Voldemort wants. He wants you to feel guilty and get depressed. Probably hopes you'll off yourself. Just don't give in to the guilt Harry.
On a lighter note, Happy Birthday! I hope you are getting along with the Dursleys. I packed you some cupcakes with your present. I figured you wouldn't get any from the Dursleys. My parents said I couldn't go to Bulgaria this summer, because I am too young. Oh well, I guess they may be right. Ron's been a prat about Victor. He seemed really happy when I told him I wasn't going to visit Victor. Sometimes he can be such a little twit.
I hope you are well, and not wallowing in self-pity. Happy Birthday Harry! I'll see you on the 28th when we go to Diagon Alley!
Love From,
Hermione"
Harry sighed. He had forgotten about Cedric's death with all the excitement of his birthday. He had nightmares most nights and barely got much sleep. He wasn't surprised that Hermione would guess that he was blaming himself. She always was the brightest witch he knew. He was blaming himself, but what Hermione said about Voldemort wanting him to feel this way did hit a nerve and Harry had a new resolve.
From that moment on he decided he wasn't going to let that snake-faced bastard have the pleasure of him wallowing in self-pity and maybe even offing himself, though he hadn't gotten to that point. No, he wasn't going to give in to Voldemort that easily. Hermione was right.
With new found determination, Harry pushed the guilt of Cedric's death out of his mind and turned his attention to the book that Hermione had gotten him. It was a journal. Of all the things she could get him, it had to be a journal. Well, now that he thought about it, he probably needed to write down his dreams about Voldemort. Harry set the gift aside and reached for the other letters.
He received a letter from Dumbledore telling him he couldn't go stay at the Burrow and blah, blah, blah, etcetera, etcetera. Basically it said not to blame himself about Cedric's death and the Weasley's would pick him up on the 28th to go to Diagon Alley. He would then get to stay at the Weasley's until September 1st.
Harry got his Hogwarts letter saying the same thing it said every year, except the supplies list was different. He scanned the list and saw that dress robes were required again this year.
"Not again," Harry groaned. He really didn't want to have to ask a girl out this year again. He made a complete idiot out of himself last year with Cho. He then realized that his crush for Cho was completely gone. 'Probably because of all the guilt over Cedric.' Harry thought wryly.
Harry then noticed another package on his bed. It had holes. Breathing holes, Harry assumed. Harry mentally smacked himself for not noticing earlier. He took the letter that came with the present and recognized Hagrid's messy scrawl. Oh no. What in the world could Hagrid have gotten him? Visions of Norbert the dragon and Fluffy the three-headed dog flew through his head. Well, he should probably open the letter before he try to open the box.
"Harry,
'Appy Birthday! I 'ope them muggles are treatin' ye well. I saw this in the Fores' an' I thought ye might be needin' someone ter talk to. 'Ope ye 'ave a happy birthday! See ye on the 1st.
Hagrid"
What did Hagrid mean talk to? Harry glanced at the box. He gingerly lifted the lid and peered inside. It was a snake. Of course, Harry mentally smacked himself again for his stupidity. He was a parselmouth for goodness sakes. The snake was truly beautiful. It was a dark red, a burgundy. It also had a black band around its body, towards the head. It also appeared to be asleep. Beside the snake was a small book. Harry warily grabbed the book and read the title. 'How to take care of your Red Spitting Cobra', now that was an interesting name. Red Spitting Cobra, weird. 'I wonder if it really does spit,' Harry thought amusedly. Harry suddenly got a mental image of the snake spitting in Voldemort's face. Harry chuckled quietly, but it wasn't quiet enough because the snake woke up. Harry cautiously spoke to it.
~Hello there~ said Harry. The snake turned its head and eyed Harry.
~You sssspeak my language, human. What issss your name?~
~My name is Harry Potter. Do you have a name?~
The snake looked momentarily stunned. If a snake could look stunned. It quickly replied though.
~Massster, I have no name. You mussst name me.~ the snake replied.
~Uh, well, I guess I could name you, erm, Ladon. Do you like it? Ladon was a dragon with many heads that talked a lot from greek mythology. I learned a bit about greek mythology in muggle school.~
~Yess massster, I like my new name. It'ssss fitting. Massster, I am tired. It was a long journey by that annoying owl. Might I lie around your neck for warmth and sleep?~
~Sure Ladon~ Harry replied. Harry picked up the snake and draped him around his shoulders. He was just long enough to wind around his neck. Harry then thumbed through the book he had gotten with Ladon. Apparently Red Spitting cobras spat their venom at their enemies. They grew to about 150 cm and were found in northern Tanzania. How it got in the Forbidden Forest, Harry didn't know. They also preferred to eat frogs.
Harry decided to read his last letter. It was from Sirius.
"Dear Harry,
How are you kiddo? Are those muggles treating you well? If they aren't, then owl me and I'll come and MAKE them treat you right. Happy Birthday! You're all grown up now. Going to have to beat the girls off you with a stick when you get back to Hogwarts! I'm laying low right now at Moony's place, so don't you worry. Oh and Moony says hi and happy birthday. In the package you got with this letter is a ring. It was your mother's wedding ring. I thought you might want it. I believe it has been in the Potter family for generations. I want you to write me more often too! Happy Birthday kiddo.
Sirius"
With shaking fingers, Harry opened the small package that sat on his bed. He pulled out a beautiful emerald ring. It had a gold band, a bit thick, with a large emerald in the center. The gold surrounded the emerald, and it sort of looked like gold vines. It covered the sides, but the center was uncovered. It didn't look all that feminine so Harry tried it on. It fit perfectly. He wiped the tears that were running down his face away and cleared the remnants of the packages and letters off his bed. Harry looked at the clock. It was 2:17 AM. He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes.
He was just about to fall asleep, when all of the sudden he heard a noise outside his still open window. He got up and looked out. What he saw froze his blood in his veins and almost stopped his rapidly beating heart. Death Eaters. Death Eaters had made it past the numerous wards and was about a half a block from his front door. He hurriedly took a quill and a piece of parchment and wrote a note to Dumbledore.
"Professor,
Death Eaters at Privet Drive. Need help fast.
Harry Potter"
"Hedwig, take this to Professor Dumbledore as fast as you possibly can!" Harry said. Hedwig seemed to sense his urgency and took the note and flew out of the window. He got his wand out of the loose floorboard under his bed and checked to make sure Ladon was still on his neck.
He heard the front door close. They were inside. He waited for them to come in his bedroom door. He would not give in without a fight. The sound of several 'Alohamoras' could be heard. That was because of the many locks on his doors. And in stepped the bastard himself. Voldemort.
His serpentine nose flared and his ruby red eyes narrowed as he saw Harry. He was still as pale and skinny as the last time Harry saw him. He was flanked by two Death Eaters. If Harry had to guess who they were, he would saw Wormtail and Malfoy.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed, "I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. Too bad you won't live to see the sun rise on this day of your birth."
Harry willed himself to stay calm. How had Voldemort managed to get pass the wards? 'Thanks a lot Dumbledore' Harry thought wryly. He just had to stall Voldemort until help could arrive.
"How did you get passed the wards?" asked Harry.
"Ah Harry, what did I take from you that night in the graveyard. Come on, I know you're a smart boy."
"You took my blood," Harry suddenly realized, "And because you have my blood, you could get passed the wards because it is based on blood protection and now you have that protection."
"My, my, my, it appears I was correct in assuming that you were a smart lad."
Voldemort kept on talking, but of what Harry wasn't sure. There was a little golden ball flying around his room. It sort of reminded him of the snitch. The others didn't seem to notice it. It was just out of his reach. Closer, closer, closer, Harry could reach out and grab it now. And that's exactly what he did. The last thing he saw was Albus Dumbledore apparating with about ten aurors in his bedroom at the exact time he made a grab for the golden ball. An enraged scream from Voldemort was all he could remember before he felt as if he was being ripped from the world. The pain was intense and then he blacked out and sank into blissful oblivion.
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A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you think. I'm open for suggestions, but please don't flame me. I'll update when I can, but with school, it's kind of hectic right now. I will update if I get 15 reviews though. Until then, I won't. Or I might just give up the story all together.
Please Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else really. Except for my trusty lava lamp. I am merely borrowing them for my own amusement and hopefully yours.
Summery: Harry Potter disappeared on the night of his fifteenth birthday during a death eater attack. The world thinks him dead, but Harry was taken back to a time where magic was rare, and he has to prove himself in this new and dangerous world.
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Chapter one
Harry Potter stood by his window, watching the night sky for any sign of owls. Now for some people that might seem a bit strange, but for Harry Potter it wasn't. You see, Harry Potter is not normal. He is a wizard and a famous one at that. All because of something that he couldn't remember and something he would rather forget at the same time. He glanced at the clock. It was 11:55, five minutes until his fifteenth birthday. He continued watching the sky for any sign of his beloved owl. About three minutes later, he saw a white blur on the horizon. It was Hedwig. He moved out of the opened window so the birds could get in. Not a minute later six owls flew into his room.
The owls settled on various objects throughout his dimly lit room, some on his bed, some on his old wobbly chair, and some on his desk. They all waited patiently for Harry to relieve their burdens. All except for one that is. Pig, Ron's owl, was currently zooming through the room like an overzealous tennis ball. Harry reached up and with a practiced movement, caught the little bugger. He relieved Pig of his package and the letter from Ron. The package seemed unusually small this year. Ron usually sent him books, and so did Hermione.
"Harry,
How are you mate? Are the muggles treating you well? Happy Birthday by the way! Maybe now that you're fifteen you'll grow out of that midget stage! Ha Ha, it's a joke Harry."
Harry had to grin at that. He had already had a growth spurt this summer. He used to be 5'4, but now he was about 5'11. Between all the chores outside, and the food Ron and Hermione had sent him during the summer, he had also gotten some muscle. He wasn't anything near like the men in those model magazines, but he was much more muscular than he used to be. His hair had also grown a bit. He never had the time to cut it last year. It was just past his ears, in the middle of his neck. He kind of liked it that length, so he hadn't had it cut. He thought he might try and grow it out. It would hopefully make his hair a bit more manageable. It certainly made Aunt Petunia mad though. She couldn't even look at him without some snappy remark about his hair nowadays, but when had she not complained about his appearance? Harry shook himself out of his ponderings and brought his attention back to the letter.
"Mum talked Dumbledore about you coming to spend the rest of summer at the Burrow, but he said you had to stay at your relatives until the 28th, then we can pick you up and take you to Diagon Alley. Sorry mate, I know you wanted to come over."
Harry quickly squashed the disappointment rising in his chest and tried to focus on the letter. He really shouldn't be all that surprised. With Voldemort on the loose, he should have expected the headmaster would want him to stay at his relative's house. Why was that again? Harry tried to remember why he had to stay here in the first place. Oh yeah, the blood protection his Aunt and cousin gave him. Harry sighed and continued reading the letter.
"Did you know that Hermione didn't go to Bulgaria with "Vicky"? I'm glad she didn't. I really didn't like that guy."
Harry snickered softly to himself. When was Ron going to admit that he liked Hermione?
"You'll never guess what Fred and George did! They bought me a new set of dress robes! They look so much better than my old ones. They're blue with gold trimmings. I have no idea how they got the money though. Mum was really worried. She thought the twins had done something illegal, but they assured her that they had just found somebody to fund their joke shop, so they had extra money. Mum didn't know if she liked the illegal part better or not."
Harry snorted with laughter. He would definitely not tell Mrs. Weasley that he was the twin's secret investor. He really liked his head where it was now, firmly attached to his shoulders.
"That's pretty much what's going on over here. I hope you like your present. I thought you might need it. Don't let the muggles get you down! See you on the 28th at one. Happy Birthday Harry!
Ron"
Harry smiled and grabbed the present Ron sent him. It was a rather small rectangular box. Harry opened it and grinned widely. It was a watch. His other one had broken during the second task. He put it on his wrist, and then noticed a note on the bottom of the box.
"Harry,
This is a wizard's watch, a bit different from a muggle watch. It shows the time and date, but it also has a button on the side that will show you your friends and where they are. Like the family clock at the Burrow. I put some people on it for you, but you can add more.
Ron"
"Wow Ron," Harry whispered. Harry pushed the small button on the side of his new watch. The face instantly changed into a milky white color with little hands. On top of the hands was a picture of the person and beside the picture were sayings like "at home" and "in hiding." Ron and Hermione's hand said "at home" and Sirius's hand apparently said "in hiding." Harry grinned at his new watch. This would definitely come in handy. There were still five empty spaces for people too.
The owls seemed to be a little peeved, so Harry untied all of their packages and letters so they could all leave. He then decided to read Hermione's letter.
"Dear Harry,
How are you doing? I hope you don't blame yourself about Cedric's death. Harry, it was not your fault. Please don't blame yourself. That is probably exactly what Voldemort wants. He wants you to feel guilty and get depressed. Probably hopes you'll off yourself. Just don't give in to the guilt Harry.
On a lighter note, Happy Birthday! I hope you are getting along with the Dursleys. I packed you some cupcakes with your present. I figured you wouldn't get any from the Dursleys. My parents said I couldn't go to Bulgaria this summer, because I am too young. Oh well, I guess they may be right. Ron's been a prat about Victor. He seemed really happy when I told him I wasn't going to visit Victor. Sometimes he can be such a little twit.
I hope you are well, and not wallowing in self-pity. Happy Birthday Harry! I'll see you on the 28th when we go to Diagon Alley!
Love From,
Hermione"
Harry sighed. He had forgotten about Cedric's death with all the excitement of his birthday. He had nightmares most nights and barely got much sleep. He wasn't surprised that Hermione would guess that he was blaming himself. She always was the brightest witch he knew. He was blaming himself, but what Hermione said about Voldemort wanting him to feel this way did hit a nerve and Harry had a new resolve.
From that moment on he decided he wasn't going to let that snake-faced bastard have the pleasure of him wallowing in self-pity and maybe even offing himself, though he hadn't gotten to that point. No, he wasn't going to give in to Voldemort that easily. Hermione was right.
With new found determination, Harry pushed the guilt of Cedric's death out of his mind and turned his attention to the book that Hermione had gotten him. It was a journal. Of all the things she could get him, it had to be a journal. Well, now that he thought about it, he probably needed to write down his dreams about Voldemort. Harry set the gift aside and reached for the other letters.
He received a letter from Dumbledore telling him he couldn't go stay at the Burrow and blah, blah, blah, etcetera, etcetera. Basically it said not to blame himself about Cedric's death and the Weasley's would pick him up on the 28th to go to Diagon Alley. He would then get to stay at the Weasley's until September 1st.
Harry got his Hogwarts letter saying the same thing it said every year, except the supplies list was different. He scanned the list and saw that dress robes were required again this year.
"Not again," Harry groaned. He really didn't want to have to ask a girl out this year again. He made a complete idiot out of himself last year with Cho. He then realized that his crush for Cho was completely gone. 'Probably because of all the guilt over Cedric.' Harry thought wryly.
Harry then noticed another package on his bed. It had holes. Breathing holes, Harry assumed. Harry mentally smacked himself for not noticing earlier. He took the letter that came with the present and recognized Hagrid's messy scrawl. Oh no. What in the world could Hagrid have gotten him? Visions of Norbert the dragon and Fluffy the three-headed dog flew through his head. Well, he should probably open the letter before he try to open the box.
"Harry,
'Appy Birthday! I 'ope them muggles are treatin' ye well. I saw this in the Fores' an' I thought ye might be needin' someone ter talk to. 'Ope ye 'ave a happy birthday! See ye on the 1st.
Hagrid"
What did Hagrid mean talk to? Harry glanced at the box. He gingerly lifted the lid and peered inside. It was a snake. Of course, Harry mentally smacked himself again for his stupidity. He was a parselmouth for goodness sakes. The snake was truly beautiful. It was a dark red, a burgundy. It also had a black band around its body, towards the head. It also appeared to be asleep. Beside the snake was a small book. Harry warily grabbed the book and read the title. 'How to take care of your Red Spitting Cobra', now that was an interesting name. Red Spitting Cobra, weird. 'I wonder if it really does spit,' Harry thought amusedly. Harry suddenly got a mental image of the snake spitting in Voldemort's face. Harry chuckled quietly, but it wasn't quiet enough because the snake woke up. Harry cautiously spoke to it.
~Hello there~ said Harry. The snake turned its head and eyed Harry.
~You sssspeak my language, human. What issss your name?~
~My name is Harry Potter. Do you have a name?~
The snake looked momentarily stunned. If a snake could look stunned. It quickly replied though.
~Massster, I have no name. You mussst name me.~ the snake replied.
~Uh, well, I guess I could name you, erm, Ladon. Do you like it? Ladon was a dragon with many heads that talked a lot from greek mythology. I learned a bit about greek mythology in muggle school.~
~Yess massster, I like my new name. It'ssss fitting. Massster, I am tired. It was a long journey by that annoying owl. Might I lie around your neck for warmth and sleep?~
~Sure Ladon~ Harry replied. Harry picked up the snake and draped him around his shoulders. He was just long enough to wind around his neck. Harry then thumbed through the book he had gotten with Ladon. Apparently Red Spitting cobras spat their venom at their enemies. They grew to about 150 cm and were found in northern Tanzania. How it got in the Forbidden Forest, Harry didn't know. They also preferred to eat frogs.
Harry decided to read his last letter. It was from Sirius.
"Dear Harry,
How are you kiddo? Are those muggles treating you well? If they aren't, then owl me and I'll come and MAKE them treat you right. Happy Birthday! You're all grown up now. Going to have to beat the girls off you with a stick when you get back to Hogwarts! I'm laying low right now at Moony's place, so don't you worry. Oh and Moony says hi and happy birthday. In the package you got with this letter is a ring. It was your mother's wedding ring. I thought you might want it. I believe it has been in the Potter family for generations. I want you to write me more often too! Happy Birthday kiddo.
Sirius"
With shaking fingers, Harry opened the small package that sat on his bed. He pulled out a beautiful emerald ring. It had a gold band, a bit thick, with a large emerald in the center. The gold surrounded the emerald, and it sort of looked like gold vines. It covered the sides, but the center was uncovered. It didn't look all that feminine so Harry tried it on. It fit perfectly. He wiped the tears that were running down his face away and cleared the remnants of the packages and letters off his bed. Harry looked at the clock. It was 2:17 AM. He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes.
He was just about to fall asleep, when all of the sudden he heard a noise outside his still open window. He got up and looked out. What he saw froze his blood in his veins and almost stopped his rapidly beating heart. Death Eaters. Death Eaters had made it past the numerous wards and was about a half a block from his front door. He hurriedly took a quill and a piece of parchment and wrote a note to Dumbledore.
"Professor,
Death Eaters at Privet Drive. Need help fast.
Harry Potter"
"Hedwig, take this to Professor Dumbledore as fast as you possibly can!" Harry said. Hedwig seemed to sense his urgency and took the note and flew out of the window. He got his wand out of the loose floorboard under his bed and checked to make sure Ladon was still on his neck.
He heard the front door close. They were inside. He waited for them to come in his bedroom door. He would not give in without a fight. The sound of several 'Alohamoras' could be heard. That was because of the many locks on his doors. And in stepped the bastard himself. Voldemort.
His serpentine nose flared and his ruby red eyes narrowed as he saw Harry. He was still as pale and skinny as the last time Harry saw him. He was flanked by two Death Eaters. If Harry had to guess who they were, he would saw Wormtail and Malfoy.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed, "I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. Too bad you won't live to see the sun rise on this day of your birth."
Harry willed himself to stay calm. How had Voldemort managed to get pass the wards? 'Thanks a lot Dumbledore' Harry thought wryly. He just had to stall Voldemort until help could arrive.
"How did you get passed the wards?" asked Harry.
"Ah Harry, what did I take from you that night in the graveyard. Come on, I know you're a smart boy."
"You took my blood," Harry suddenly realized, "And because you have my blood, you could get passed the wards because it is based on blood protection and now you have that protection."
"My, my, my, it appears I was correct in assuming that you were a smart lad."
Voldemort kept on talking, but of what Harry wasn't sure. There was a little golden ball flying around his room. It sort of reminded him of the snitch. The others didn't seem to notice it. It was just out of his reach. Closer, closer, closer, Harry could reach out and grab it now. And that's exactly what he did. The last thing he saw was Albus Dumbledore apparating with about ten aurors in his bedroom at the exact time he made a grab for the golden ball. An enraged scream from Voldemort was all he could remember before he felt as if he was being ripped from the world. The pain was intense and then he blacked out and sank into blissful oblivion.
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A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you think. I'm open for suggestions, but please don't flame me. I'll update when I can, but with school, it's kind of hectic right now. I will update if I get 15 reviews though. Until then, I won't. Or I might just give up the story all together.
Please Review!