The Darkness is Coming
Ok readers, here is my very first Harry Potter story.
A month – that's how long ago it's been, a month since his beloved Head Master had died. Harry was still grieving as he looked out the window of Number 4 Privet Drive. The night sky was really dark as rain hit the window and he watched the three Dursley's get into their car. He didn't bother to ask where they were going. The Dursley's hated him asking questions. He was reading when all of a sudden, the storm caused the power to go out. Hedwig made a noise from her cage.
"Shh...it's ok girl," he said, taking out his wand once again bringing light to the room. He continuted to read. He was halfway through the book when his scar began to hurt. At the same time he heard a crash downstairs. He then walked downstairs, slowly, still holding his wand. The pain became even worse as he got to the bottom of the stairs and went into the kitchen. Without a warning, he felt a hand go around his mouth.
"Don't even thing of trying to scream." He then felt the other hand take his wand. He slowly turned around. Sure enough, the wizard that killed his parents stood there, crimson red eyes staring. Voldemort had his wand. "So this is where you stay during the summer," he said, looking around the house.
"It wasn't the storm that made the power go out, was it?" Harry asked.
At the same time, Voldemort shook his head. "So, Harry, might I ask how is your summer going?"
Harry began to grow angry. How dare he ask that. "You ought to know, since it's your fault. What are you even doing here?"
"Well Harry, I assume you know about my horcruxes," Voldemort said.
"Yes," said Harry. "I know you split up your soul seven times."
"Oh good, you do know. Did you know there is an eight one as well?" said Voldemort.
"What do you mean?" said Harry.
"Why do you think I am here. It's you, Harry. The one horcrux I made by accident."
Harry couldn't believe what he heard. For all he knew, Voldemort could be playing a mind game with him. "I don't believe you. Now get out of my house."
The Dark Lord only gave him a smile. "Oh, that won't be happening. You are the reason I am here child. I am here to take back what is mine. You are coming with me."
"No," said Harry, he started to run back up the stairs, but soon found that he couldn't move.
"Oh Harry, aren't you done running away?" Voldemort used his magic to pull Harry back over to him. At that moment, Harry heard a car pulling p in the driveway. "Ah, looks like your muggle family is home.
"No, I'll come with you! Just don't hurt them," said Harry, trying to move, but he was stuck.
"Alright then, impireo," said Voldemort and aimed his wand at Harry. "You will go upstairs and pack your stuff. You will come back down here."
Harry looked up at him, his eyes wide. "Yes, sir." He obeyed and went upstairs to pack everything. He grabbed Hedwig's cage as well as the rest of his stuff and went back downstairs to meet Voldemort.
"So, shall we go?" Voldemort asked, releasing Harry from the spell.
"Yes," said Harry. Just as the knob on the front door turned, the two wizards disappeared.