Harry Potter and the Twist of Fate
A/N1: Hey every one here is the story I have been working on for a while now I hope you enjoy…
: Journal Entry One:
Summer June 1, 1995
My name's Harry Potter and my life really is not that easy.
You see I'm turning 15 years old on the 31 of July and starting understand that my life has gotten so much harder.
When I was ten I learned that I was a wizard…
I know, I to was speechless when I learned. But, hey what was I going to do? Hide behind my relatives? I think not!
So, yeah, I can do magic and see weird creatures and speak to snakes. That is my life…
I wish I could just be a normal wizard but I am not…
You see the magical world calls me the Boy-Who-Lived, because when I was a 15 month baby, I destroyed the evilest Dark Lord of all Times… The Dark Lord Voldemort!
I know that I was a baby and he was an adult, but for some unknown reason he lost his body and I got a scar.
Stupid really!
I know!
However; I am just now learning that Dumbledore plays with my life way to much now days…
What am I, a chess piece…?
So, yeah, my life is not something perfect; but, hey I guess it is time to change that now.
The main reason I need to change my life now is this…
The Tri-wizards tournament… one of the challengers… no choice but to participate… got to the last challenge…
I grabbed the cup the same time has Cedric…
Guess what? That damn cup was a port-key… yes I was stunned as well. So stunned that when we arrived in this grave yard I fell to the ground.
In the center of the grave yard was a cauldron.
Cedric said something about this being part of the third task; but, this was not so.
Now this rat named Peter came out holding this bundle of cloth. When he put the cloth on the ground it moved. I was able to hear it say kill the spare.
Cedric was killed that night by the same man or rat, that got my parents killed years ago.
I soon realized that the Dark Lord was the thing in the cloth pile on the ground.
He used this ritual to come back to hid body… will sort of.
He looked part man and part snake. A real piece of work, I am telling you.
But, yeah, he was back and powerful. You could really fill his magic, it rolled off him in waves.
This whole time during the ritual, I was tied up to this grave stone. They used my blood for part of the ritual and all I could do was stand there against the stone.
He used peter's dark mark to summon the rest of his followers or just a few of them.
There were soon quite pops from all around the area. Shadows moved into a circle around us. They all had black robes and white masks. The Dark Lord went around to all of them whispering questions and punishing those who needed to be punished.
But, that is when I saw him. The dark Lord pulled a mask off of one of the men. He made the dark lord Voldemort freeze.
His eye's where a dark purple. His hair pure black it had a soft feather look to it.
The dark Lord started to talk to the man, but the stranger looked strait into my eyes'. That is when the memoirs started.
They lasted about ten seconds; but, to me it felt like ten years…