Harry Potter And The Mysterious Owl
Chapter 1: A New Servant
It was a quiet Sunday morning, Lord Voldemort was attending to business as usual in his house on the hill in the quiet unknowledgeable town. It was a little more than a year ago that Lord Voldemort, the most first individual in the wizard world, had made his return outside that very houseHis house was centered in the middle of the town, with countless Death Eaters passing through day and night, and yet not one townsperson knew about it.
"Master, I am finished."
"And of all the preparations for the event?"
"Finished as well, master."
"Good. We will not strike until the event is over at Hogwarts." He said slowly, then pointed down the hall of the house. "Fetch the others. It's time." He suddenly forgot something. "Prise, get back here." Prise came storming down the hall, nervous that he might receive punishment.
"Yes, master. What is it?"
"You don't know how to get in yet do you?"
Prise thought about it for a moment, then, "No, sir."
"Crucio!" And Prise was worming on the ground in severe pain.
"Artour!" Another Death Eater emerged down the same hall.
"Yes, sir, you called."
"Yes, I did."
"What is it?" He started to go pale when he noticed Prise writhing on the floor.
"Finite Incantatem." Prise slowly got up, still feeling the pain.
"Alright, Prise, your lack of leadership brings to me to decide that you will not be on this mission. I'm feeling strangely forgiving, so get back in your room and make yourself useful, before I kill you."
"Yes, master. I will." Prise, the 19 year-old Death Eater, was not one of Voldemort's favorites. He made many careless mistakes, and was lucky that he was not dead. He made his way to his room, and stayed there.
"Artour, I will accompany you on your mission, but not yet. I must stay here, and when the time is right, I will join you. You will meet with a fellow Death Eater at Hogsmeade in The Three Broomsticks tonight at 9 o' clock. The pub should be full of people, he will be sitting in a corner by himself. He should be easy to recognize. He will fill you in on how to get to Harry Potter. This plan will not fail. Do you understand, Artour?" He was glaring into Artour's young eyes, Artour was paralyzed, and was forced to say "Yes, master, it will not fail."
"Good, then be gone. Apparate to Hogsmeade and continue as planned from there." With that, Artour bowed and walked outside. He apparated into Hogsmeade to continue the mission. Not knowing, but wizards 2000 miles away would be affected greatly by this.
Harry Potter, a 16-year old wizard was wasting away the rest of his summer in his room on the second floor of 4 Privet Drive. He lived with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. Harry was writing a 6-foot essay for Transfiguration on human transfiguration. Professor McGonagall had told his year that they would be studying human transfiguration as a year-long topic, and that by the end they should be able to transfigure themselves instantly. It was very hard, based on the little knowledge he knew. He had seen it done, but didn't know anything about how it was done. He finally through it off his bed, and fell asleep. Sleeping had become a very troubling time of the day for Harry, every night Voldemort appeared in his dreams. He kept warning him that the time had come, and he would have to make a decision. Either die or flee. He then saw his friends heads in a fire, with Voldemort evilly laughing. He woke with a start, his scar was searing. He grasped it tightly, trying to ease the pain. He sat up for a minute, thinking about what to do. He already knew in his head what was going to happen. There would be another attempt on his life. Every year that he had spent at Hogwarts, Voldemort had tried to kill him. For 5 years he had narrowly escaped him, always ending up in the hospital wing for days afterward. Harry wanted to kill Voldemort, but he didn't know how. He knew the killing curse, but he was not strong enough yet to make it work to the full extent. And, he didn't know where Voldemort was. He had been to his house, but he traveled there by portkey, and didn't know where it was. He finally dozed off once again, only to be awaken once more by a tapping on the window.
Alright, the first chapter is up. I'd like to explain the name Artoure first, see if you can guess what he is.
Artoure- Comes from the French word Autoure, meaning around. Can you figure him out? He plays a big part in the story. The next chapter'll be up soon.
Chapter 1: A New Servant
It was a quiet Sunday morning, Lord Voldemort was attending to business as usual in his house on the hill in the quiet unknowledgeable town. It was a little more than a year ago that Lord Voldemort, the most first individual in the wizard world, had made his return outside that very houseHis house was centered in the middle of the town, with countless Death Eaters passing through day and night, and yet not one townsperson knew about it.
"Master, I am finished."
"And of all the preparations for the event?"
"Finished as well, master."
"Good. We will not strike until the event is over at Hogwarts." He said slowly, then pointed down the hall of the house. "Fetch the others. It's time." He suddenly forgot something. "Prise, get back here." Prise came storming down the hall, nervous that he might receive punishment.
"Yes, master. What is it?"
"You don't know how to get in yet do you?"
Prise thought about it for a moment, then, "No, sir."
"Crucio!" And Prise was worming on the ground in severe pain.
"Artour!" Another Death Eater emerged down the same hall.
"Yes, sir, you called."
"Yes, I did."
"What is it?" He started to go pale when he noticed Prise writhing on the floor.
"Finite Incantatem." Prise slowly got up, still feeling the pain.
"Alright, Prise, your lack of leadership brings to me to decide that you will not be on this mission. I'm feeling strangely forgiving, so get back in your room and make yourself useful, before I kill you."
"Yes, master. I will." Prise, the 19 year-old Death Eater, was not one of Voldemort's favorites. He made many careless mistakes, and was lucky that he was not dead. He made his way to his room, and stayed there.
"Artour, I will accompany you on your mission, but not yet. I must stay here, and when the time is right, I will join you. You will meet with a fellow Death Eater at Hogsmeade in The Three Broomsticks tonight at 9 o' clock. The pub should be full of people, he will be sitting in a corner by himself. He should be easy to recognize. He will fill you in on how to get to Harry Potter. This plan will not fail. Do you understand, Artour?" He was glaring into Artour's young eyes, Artour was paralyzed, and was forced to say "Yes, master, it will not fail."
"Good, then be gone. Apparate to Hogsmeade and continue as planned from there." With that, Artour bowed and walked outside. He apparated into Hogsmeade to continue the mission. Not knowing, but wizards 2000 miles away would be affected greatly by this.
Harry Potter, a 16-year old wizard was wasting away the rest of his summer in his room on the second floor of 4 Privet Drive. He lived with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. Harry was writing a 6-foot essay for Transfiguration on human transfiguration. Professor McGonagall had told his year that they would be studying human transfiguration as a year-long topic, and that by the end they should be able to transfigure themselves instantly. It was very hard, based on the little knowledge he knew. He had seen it done, but didn't know anything about how it was done. He finally through it off his bed, and fell asleep. Sleeping had become a very troubling time of the day for Harry, every night Voldemort appeared in his dreams. He kept warning him that the time had come, and he would have to make a decision. Either die or flee. He then saw his friends heads in a fire, with Voldemort evilly laughing. He woke with a start, his scar was searing. He grasped it tightly, trying to ease the pain. He sat up for a minute, thinking about what to do. He already knew in his head what was going to happen. There would be another attempt on his life. Every year that he had spent at Hogwarts, Voldemort had tried to kill him. For 5 years he had narrowly escaped him, always ending up in the hospital wing for days afterward. Harry wanted to kill Voldemort, but he didn't know how. He knew the killing curse, but he was not strong enough yet to make it work to the full extent. And, he didn't know where Voldemort was. He had been to his house, but he traveled there by portkey, and didn't know where it was. He finally dozed off once again, only to be awaken once more by a tapping on the window.
Alright, the first chapter is up. I'd like to explain the name Artoure first, see if you can guess what he is.
Artoure- Comes from the French word Autoure, meaning around. Can you figure him out? He plays a big part in the story. The next chapter'll be up soon.