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A/N: "talking" 'Thinking'
Reboot Prologue By: Lordanhur
Harry watched as Hedwig soared off, away from his window.
"I wish I could just fly away." Harry told the air around him. It had been a little over two weeks since he had left Hogwarts, after his 5th year. He then looked around the small room that was his home. It was his home because it protected him from Voldemort, 'no his name is Tom'. Yes the name does not inspire fear, "from now I will call him by is given name" Harry said. Harry knew now that he had to change and become strong if he was to win the war against Vol...Tom.
'Its just so hard to be strong when so many have died around me.'
"AAAHHHH" He screams as his scar burned bright. Harry collapsed as his vision changed to that of another. The first thing he saw was two still, dead, human bodies with one person hunched over them. The live person looked up. It was Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends. He then heard the cold voice that plagues his nightmares.
"It is time to begin Mudblood. Crucio!!" Hermione Screamed as her body was racked with extreme pain. Then darkness consumed him.
Harry opened his eyes and looked around wildly, he was in his room. Hermione he has her...or not. Harry knows too well that Tom had tricked him before, using his scar.
"Ya he could just be messing with his head, I mean Hermione is in a safe place." It would be obvious to anyone who heard him that he was desperately trying to convince himself. "Ok Harry lets work this out we cant send a owl since Hedwig has just left so I need to go to Mrs. Fig's house." Harry says as he walks out the room. Harry gets all the way out the door before he remembers that she had left for the weekend. He then looks around desperate for the Order member that should be on guard. He walked over to the standard location, only to find it empty. "Bloody hell." Mundungus Fletcher was probably out on some 'business' deal.
So Harry was left standing in the backyard getting extremely desperate for some wizard to arrive. Suddenly he was yanked back through the link to where Hermione was being tortured.
"Ah good you are here Potter." Voldemort hissed looking down at the prone form of Hermione Granger. "Your friend is watching, why don't you say good- bye to him."
"H-h-harry...I want you to k-know that I Love you a-and I will always b-be..."
"Avada Kedavra" Hermione's body falls limply to the ground.
"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO"
Harry wakes up laying in the back yard; sitting next to him was Fawkes. Some time had passed since it was dark out. There was a letter in his beak. With trembling hands he takes it and opens it up, and read by the patio light.
Harry, It is my sad duty to tell you that Death Eaters took Mss. Ganger. At this time we don't know where she is, but rest assured that we are looking for her as I write this.
Abus Dumbledore
Harry let the note drop from his hand. Unlike Dumbledore, Harry knew what happened to Hermione. Harry fell back onto his back, and stared up into the stars. He watched as a shooting star soared overhead.
"Oh I wish I could have another chance, that I could start all over and be able to help those I love." Harry whispered to Fawkes. Little did he know something else heard his wish. And with that darkness once again consumed him.
Harrys eyes snapped open ass he heard a large racket. He knew that sound but had not heard it in some time, Dudley running down the stairs. He was in the cabinet under the stairs, but 'I am too tall to fit anymore'. Harry looked at himself and realized that he was, apparently 11 years old again.
A/N: "talking" 'Thinking'
Reboot Prologue By: Lordanhur
Harry watched as Hedwig soared off, away from his window.
"I wish I could just fly away." Harry told the air around him. It had been a little over two weeks since he had left Hogwarts, after his 5th year. He then looked around the small room that was his home. It was his home because it protected him from Voldemort, 'no his name is Tom'. Yes the name does not inspire fear, "from now I will call him by is given name" Harry said. Harry knew now that he had to change and become strong if he was to win the war against Vol...Tom.
'Its just so hard to be strong when so many have died around me.'
"AAAHHHH" He screams as his scar burned bright. Harry collapsed as his vision changed to that of another. The first thing he saw was two still, dead, human bodies with one person hunched over them. The live person looked up. It was Hermione Granger, one of Harry's best friends. He then heard the cold voice that plagues his nightmares.
"It is time to begin Mudblood. Crucio!!" Hermione Screamed as her body was racked with extreme pain. Then darkness consumed him.
Harry opened his eyes and looked around wildly, he was in his room. Hermione he has her...or not. Harry knows too well that Tom had tricked him before, using his scar.
"Ya he could just be messing with his head, I mean Hermione is in a safe place." It would be obvious to anyone who heard him that he was desperately trying to convince himself. "Ok Harry lets work this out we cant send a owl since Hedwig has just left so I need to go to Mrs. Fig's house." Harry says as he walks out the room. Harry gets all the way out the door before he remembers that she had left for the weekend. He then looks around desperate for the Order member that should be on guard. He walked over to the standard location, only to find it empty. "Bloody hell." Mundungus Fletcher was probably out on some 'business' deal.
So Harry was left standing in the backyard getting extremely desperate for some wizard to arrive. Suddenly he was yanked back through the link to where Hermione was being tortured.
"Ah good you are here Potter." Voldemort hissed looking down at the prone form of Hermione Granger. "Your friend is watching, why don't you say good- bye to him."
"H-h-harry...I want you to k-know that I Love you a-and I will always b-be..."
"Avada Kedavra" Hermione's body falls limply to the ground.
"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO"
Harry wakes up laying in the back yard; sitting next to him was Fawkes. Some time had passed since it was dark out. There was a letter in his beak. With trembling hands he takes it and opens it up, and read by the patio light.
Harry, It is my sad duty to tell you that Death Eaters took Mss. Ganger. At this time we don't know where she is, but rest assured that we are looking for her as I write this.
Abus Dumbledore
Harry let the note drop from his hand. Unlike Dumbledore, Harry knew what happened to Hermione. Harry fell back onto his back, and stared up into the stars. He watched as a shooting star soared overhead.
"Oh I wish I could have another chance, that I could start all over and be able to help those I love." Harry whispered to Fawkes. Little did he know something else heard his wish. And with that darkness once again consumed him.
Harrys eyes snapped open ass he heard a large racket. He knew that sound but had not heard it in some time, Dudley running down the stairs. He was in the cabinet under the stairs, but 'I am too tall to fit anymore'. Harry looked at himself and realized that he was, apparently 11 years old again.