Is this the life I live?
This is my first fan fiction so I know that you won't be too hard on me.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry potter characters. Although maybe someday I will. Mwahahahahahahaha, kidding.
Harry just ended his 6th year at Hogwarts. He lay there, in his dark room, exhausted from the memories that haunted him. He remembered the death of the headmaster, and that brought up more memories of the deaths that surrounded him in his life, Cedric, his parents, and most of all Sirius.
"If I weren't so stupid to fall for that he would still be alive," Harry thought.
He sat there hating Dumbledore for what he had done to him. How could Dumbledore not know that he would try to save his godfather. He was still silently hating and grieving for Dumbledore, the last adult figure that he could fully trust with no question, besides Remus, that is, when the Dursley's came home from dinner. They had decided to go out and they never brought along Harry, they never really brought him anything at all, except
maybe anything that Dudley didn't finish and that was only after it was sitting in the fridge for a month. The Dursley's were so cheap that they never through any thing away unless Harry made it and they didn't want it.
When he heard the front door open, he reluctantly got up. Usually after the Dursleys got home from dinner they made Harry make Dudley a second dessert. Dudley had long been off the diet due to his being able to sneak in sweets behind his parents back. Harry went to his door and heard talking; he didn't recognize the voice talking and peered out of the crack of the door. The voices stopped abruptly and a figure came into view right in front of Harry's door. Harry stopped breathing with fear when he realized that the figure was not a friend of the Dursley's, but in fact a Deatheater.
Harry backed away from the door and ran to his bedside table to get his wand right when the door came open and the tall figure, wearing a black robe and a mask, came into the room his wand pointed at Harry.
"Step down, your wand is no use against us." The figure said. Harry recognized the voice immediately.
"Bite me, Malfoy," Harry said, with full contempt, "'cause there is no way that I will come with you willingly."
"Well, if you are going to be that way, Stupefy!" Harry dodged the curse, and it went sailing over his head. He smirked at the Deatheater.
"Yeah, nice try." He said, and then right then he saw a shadow of a figure looming over him. Harry glanced at the shadow that made to grab at him and ran from under the arm and pushed Malfoy, caught by surprise, Lucius fell down. But he quickly regained himself and caught Harry's ankle. Harry fell down and turned to find Lucius standing over him, he quickly kicked him in the leg and got back up, and went running down the stairs.
"Hello, Harry, it is nice to see you once again." Came Voldemort's voice as Harry reached the bottom stair, Harry dodged around Voldemort, and was caught by surprise at the scene that had lay behind the dark lord. There laid the Dursley's stone dead, Dudley had a little bit of barbeque and unidentifiable food on his face.
"No!" Harry realized that he was so shocked he stopped moving, he noticed the spidery hand coming down on his shoulder and started running again, but this time he was headed towards the door.
"Get him, do whatever you have to do, but just get the little brat," Voldemort said with pure anger in his voice, "and Lucius it has caught my attention that you didn't do a good job at the one task I have given you, the only thing you had to do was stun the boy, for that you will be punished after you get the boy." He emphasized "you" so that it was clear he expected Lucius to be the one to get him.
"Yes, my lord, you made that perfectly clear."
"Good, now GO!" the dark lord shouted.
Harry was running down the street with curses flying at him, he secretly wondered why the ministry wasn't there yet. He turned a corner and bumped into somebody. He looked up into an all too familiar face, one he has seen in his most recent nightmares, a face he loathed.
"Why, what a surprise to find you, a Potter, strutting around in a dark ally," Said the dark figure, "well we will certainly take care of that, won't we Mr. Potter?"
"You traitor, slime, snake, you betrayed us all, why should I trust you?"
"I didn't say any thing about trusting me, did I Potter? And I only did what I had to do, now it is time to go." And with that the figure raised his hand and pinned Harry on the wall with his hand around his throat, and stunned him without saying a word before Harry had time to act.
"Well, well, I thought it would take a lot more then that to get him, well done Snape." The dark lord said with a smile, looking down at the now stunned Harry.
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