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~The Attack~
It was the first day of August. The Dursleys were gone at a wedding and Harry Potter, now 16, was lying on the couch in Number 4 Privet Dr. He was trying to read the Daily Prophet but his mind was on too many other things. He was still having graveyard nightmares every other night. Then, when he wasn't having those he was having nightmares about that night in the Ministry of Magic. The night Sirius died. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes at the thought of Sirius but he held them back. Then there was the fact that either he must kill Voldemort or the other way around. He told himself not to think of Voldemort and decided to go back to reading the Prophet. He should have known that wouldn't help anything. It was the same news that it had been all summer. Death, destruction, and Dark marks. That really cheered him up. Ever since that night in the Ministry of Magic Voldemort hadn't been afraid to, after so long, show his true colors. There had been at least 20 killings a day all summer, muggle and wizard.
Suddenly the front door opened then closed very quietly. The Dursleys were home. Harry just kept reading. He didn't care about them. None of them had said a word to Harry since last summer. Every time Aunt Petunia looked at him her eyes would go wide and her face would lose its color. Uncle Vernon just glared at him. Dudley always ran away from him out of fright. Harry wasn't surprised at Dudley's behavior after what had happened to him last summer while he was alone with Harry. The one good thing about the Dursleys this summer was that they weren't bugging, punishing, or interrogating Harry.
Harry wondered what had happened to the Dursleys. He hadn't heard anything from the hall or anywhere else in the house since the door had opened and closed. He couldn't see the entrance hall from where he was sitting so he started to get up in order to investigate. He was almost at the door to the entrance hall when he heard whispers coming through it. He stayed very still and listened to what they were saying.
"Now remember," said a low, raspy voice that Harry didn't recognize, "We are not here to kill the brat, just to capture him. Master wants the honor of killing him."
"Yes," said the cold, drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy, "I know Dolohov. Lets just get on with it."
Harry quickly got his wand out of his pocket and then ran into the entrance hall.
"STUPEFY!" yelled Harry. He heard a thump and saw that he had hit Dolohov. Before he could do anything about Malfoy he was hit with the Imperious Curse. He suddenly felt like he had no worries in the world.
"Come with us," said a voice in his head
Harry though about this for a moment then said, "Why should I?"
"Just come with us!" said the voice.
"What's in it for me?" asked Harry.
"Peace, love, and happiness." said the voice.
"No, I really don't want to," answered Harry.
"COME!" demanded the voice.
"NO!" Harry shouted. He suddenly came to his senses.
"Stupefy!" yelled Malfoy. Harry dodged the curse and then shot the full body bind spell at Malfoy, who also dodged it. They two were battling fiercely, sending and dodging spells. Suddenly Harry tripped over something on the floor. Before he could get up Malfoy had ropes coming out of his wand to tie Harry up. Harry couldn't dodge Malfoy's spells now. He was truly scared.
"You have made me very angry Potter," said Malfoy, "and that is not a good thing to do. I think that I will have to cause you as much pain as possible before taking you to the Dark Lord so that he may kill you." Malfoy then raised his wand "Crucio!" he bellowed. Harry screamed so loudly that Malfoy took the curse off him. "I don't want the neighbors to suspect anything." And at that Malfoy grabbed a book off the shelf and turned it into a portkey. He was about to make Harry touch it when a woman's voice filled the room.
"Not so fast!" she shrieked, "Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light hit Malfoy straight in the chest and a second later he was laying lifeless on the ground. Harry wondered who has just saved his skin. He looked a up at the doorway and saw Uncle Vernon and Dudley standing behind Aunt Petunia, who was holding a wand out in front of her.
A/N: I really hope you liked it! I will review as soon as I can but now that the weekend is over it will be harder. Please Review!
~The Attack~
It was the first day of August. The Dursleys were gone at a wedding and Harry Potter, now 16, was lying on the couch in Number 4 Privet Dr. He was trying to read the Daily Prophet but his mind was on too many other things. He was still having graveyard nightmares every other night. Then, when he wasn't having those he was having nightmares about that night in the Ministry of Magic. The night Sirius died. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes at the thought of Sirius but he held them back. Then there was the fact that either he must kill Voldemort or the other way around. He told himself not to think of Voldemort and decided to go back to reading the Prophet. He should have known that wouldn't help anything. It was the same news that it had been all summer. Death, destruction, and Dark marks. That really cheered him up. Ever since that night in the Ministry of Magic Voldemort hadn't been afraid to, after so long, show his true colors. There had been at least 20 killings a day all summer, muggle and wizard.
Suddenly the front door opened then closed very quietly. The Dursleys were home. Harry just kept reading. He didn't care about them. None of them had said a word to Harry since last summer. Every time Aunt Petunia looked at him her eyes would go wide and her face would lose its color. Uncle Vernon just glared at him. Dudley always ran away from him out of fright. Harry wasn't surprised at Dudley's behavior after what had happened to him last summer while he was alone with Harry. The one good thing about the Dursleys this summer was that they weren't bugging, punishing, or interrogating Harry.
Harry wondered what had happened to the Dursleys. He hadn't heard anything from the hall or anywhere else in the house since the door had opened and closed. He couldn't see the entrance hall from where he was sitting so he started to get up in order to investigate. He was almost at the door to the entrance hall when he heard whispers coming through it. He stayed very still and listened to what they were saying.
"Now remember," said a low, raspy voice that Harry didn't recognize, "We are not here to kill the brat, just to capture him. Master wants the honor of killing him."
"Yes," said the cold, drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy, "I know Dolohov. Lets just get on with it."
Harry quickly got his wand out of his pocket and then ran into the entrance hall.
"STUPEFY!" yelled Harry. He heard a thump and saw that he had hit Dolohov. Before he could do anything about Malfoy he was hit with the Imperious Curse. He suddenly felt like he had no worries in the world.
"Come with us," said a voice in his head
Harry though about this for a moment then said, "Why should I?"
"Just come with us!" said the voice.
"What's in it for me?" asked Harry.
"Peace, love, and happiness." said the voice.
"No, I really don't want to," answered Harry.
"COME!" demanded the voice.
"NO!" Harry shouted. He suddenly came to his senses.
"Stupefy!" yelled Malfoy. Harry dodged the curse and then shot the full body bind spell at Malfoy, who also dodged it. They two were battling fiercely, sending and dodging spells. Suddenly Harry tripped over something on the floor. Before he could get up Malfoy had ropes coming out of his wand to tie Harry up. Harry couldn't dodge Malfoy's spells now. He was truly scared.
"You have made me very angry Potter," said Malfoy, "and that is not a good thing to do. I think that I will have to cause you as much pain as possible before taking you to the Dark Lord so that he may kill you." Malfoy then raised his wand "Crucio!" he bellowed. Harry screamed so loudly that Malfoy took the curse off him. "I don't want the neighbors to suspect anything." And at that Malfoy grabbed a book off the shelf and turned it into a portkey. He was about to make Harry touch it when a woman's voice filled the room.
"Not so fast!" she shrieked, "Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light hit Malfoy straight in the chest and a second later he was laying lifeless on the ground. Harry wondered who has just saved his skin. He looked a up at the doorway and saw Uncle Vernon and Dudley standing behind Aunt Petunia, who was holding a wand out in front of her.
A/N: I really hope you liked it! I will review as soon as I can but now that the weekend is over it will be harder. Please Review!