Prologue-Remnant of War
Disclaimer- not mine, never will be.
A/N- This is the first chapter of a story I've decided to call the Vengeance Saga. I have a fair bit planned out, though updates may be erratic. Please read and review, I want to continue with this.
"Who do you hate, Harry?"
The voice had always been there, training him, breaking him apart, piecing him back together and polishing him until he was the sharp end of a spear, aimed directly at the heart of the enemy.
Harry knew the answer, had known the answer since he was a year old.
"Voldemort."
A burning fire consumed his heart as he said this name, the name of the enemy, the murderer of his parents, the wizard Harry had trained for ten years to kill.
"Repeat the story for me, Harry."
He knew the story, had heard it every day since he was one, had had it sung to him like a lullaby at night.
"Voldemort was after me, he found the house my parents had in Godric's Hollow with the traitor, Peter Pettigrew's help. He broke in, he killed my dad first. Then he moved upstairs, where my mother was shielding me." Harry hesitated here for a moment. "He laughed when he killed her. He was still laughing when you and Dumbledore arrived. Dumbledore fought him off before he could attack me, you killed Pettigrew."
"How did I kill him, harry?"
Harry looked down at the floor for a moment before responding. "You used a spell that tore him limb from limb."
Harry heard the pleasure in the voice as he said this. He felt some small pleasure of his own, somewhere.
The voice spoke again. "Harry, tomorrow you will board the Hogwarts Express. You will be surrounded by people who do not understand, who cannot understand your duty. You must not waver, you must not break, and your duty must be fulfilled. Harry, what is your duty?"
Harry felt the climax of the speech, relished in the words as he spoke them.
"To kill Voldemort."
"How."
"I will destroy him, and laugh."
Sirius Black ruffled his godson's raven black hair. "Good, Harry. I would expect nothing less."