Disclaimer-Any and all recognized names, characters, and
places, with the exception of the name Nemesis, are property of
JK Rowling and Associates. Or, if you recognize it, it ain't mine.
Author's Notes-This is my first attempt at a proper fanfic, so please review! My other piece is an angsty SS/HG songfic, so go read that one too (just ignore the formatting!)! Anyways, this is SS/HG, and the rating might skyrocket later on in this story, so don't worry about it. Oh, all flames will be used to heat my freezing cold Canadian house (I know it's May, but I have no circulation, and I'm typing this with mitts on!).
Now, on with the prologue...
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He was no ordinary shadow, that much was certain. He was only seen when he wanted to be, only noticed when it was to his advantage. The press labeled him with spectacular names; 'Shadowman,' 'Bleakness,' and sometimes 'Death Eater.' The most fitting name by far, though, was the one he left in his victims' ears and in the hearts of those who had survived his clutches.
Nemesis.
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Hermione Granger sat down at her faded kitchen table, and began to read the Daily Prophet. The headline in glaring black-and-white grabbed her attention immediately.
Nemesis strikes again...
"Wonderful, just plain wonderful," griped Hermione aloud. Her aged ginger tabby, Crookshanks, meowed in response. "Hmm... I wonder who this Nemesis character really is? His actions almost sound familiar..."
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So, should I continue? Leave me a review to tell me. Until we meet again,
TwiStED aNgEL
Author's Notes-This is my first attempt at a proper fanfic, so please review! My other piece is an angsty SS/HG songfic, so go read that one too (just ignore the formatting!)! Anyways, this is SS/HG, and the rating might skyrocket later on in this story, so don't worry about it. Oh, all flames will be used to heat my freezing cold Canadian house (I know it's May, but I have no circulation, and I'm typing this with mitts on!).
Now, on with the prologue...
He was no ordinary shadow, that much was certain. He was only seen when he wanted to be, only noticed when it was to his advantage. The press labeled him with spectacular names; 'Shadowman,' 'Bleakness,' and sometimes 'Death Eater.' The most fitting name by far, though, was the one he left in his victims' ears and in the hearts of those who had survived his clutches.
Nemesis.
Hermione Granger sat down at her faded kitchen table, and began to read the Daily Prophet. The headline in glaring black-and-white grabbed her attention immediately.
Nemesis strikes again...
"Wonderful, just plain wonderful," griped Hermione aloud. Her aged ginger tabby, Crookshanks, meowed in response. "Hmm... I wonder who this Nemesis character really is? His actions almost sound familiar..."
So, should I continue? Leave me a review to tell me. Until we meet again,
TwiStED aNgEL