Love And Let live
((Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, all of them are belonging to J.K. Rowling. All except the Coniecs. They are mine!!!!!! Mwahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Sorry, psycho moment. PS: Hi Autumn, Angie, Aundien, Amadrién, and Ergalad!!))
Chapter One: A Night in the Dark
Harry was somewhere he knew he had never wanted to be again. He knew he had been there before. He could feel it.
He was in a gravyard. He peered through the misty night. There were many rows of headstones. Hundreds. Thousands! Harry continued to aimlessly look at the stones, until one particularly large one stood out. He recognized it at once. He knew what it was. He closed his eyes and tried to block it out. But the voices still came through as clear as crystal.
"I dunno. Wands out, d'you reckon?"
Harry knew that voice. He knew what was coming. He ignored it.
"Harry?"
Then two cold voices peirced the night.
"Kill the spare,"
"Avada Kedavera!"
Those words! Those horrible words! Harry was filled with fury at the sound of these words. He could feel a tear welling in his eye, though he tried to choke it back.
Something heavy fell hard to the ground beside him- Cedric Diggory's body.
'Why?' thought Harry 'Why am I reliving this?'
He reached up to wipe his eyes, but his arm did not move. He looked down to see that he was bound to the gravestone. The gravestone he knew that, right behind nim, read 'Tom Riddle'.
Harry tried to scream, but some black material was in his mouth.
Then he heard someonr scream for him, and looked up to see Wormtail coming closer, a dagger in his left hand, the stump of his right gushing blood.
Harry struggled, but the ropes were too tight. He knew what was coming....
The dagger grew nearer. He wanted someone to come. He wanted someone to be there. He wanted someone to save him.
Suddenly a shout sounded all around the graveyard.
Harry looked up to the hillside, and saw the outline of a girl, maybe his age, maybe younger.
She ran down the hill and knelt next to Harry. She pulled the material out of his mouth and stared at him. All Harry could see in the darkness were her dazzlind blue eyes piercing the night, the look of sheer terror and pain on her face, and her small hand clutching her right arm near her shoulder.
"Are you okay, Harry?" she whispered. Harry's scar broke out in fiery pain at her words. He closed his eyes, and saw nothing more.
Yet he heard another scream, opened his eyes, and watched, helplessly, as Wormtail plunged the dagger into the girl's back....
((A/N- Yes, short, I know. But just leaving you at that was my whole intention, and it makes it an awful lot cooler. So please just review, and this is my first ff, so flames will really depress me. Thanks Autumn for encouraging me! Thanks Angie for loving it! And poo on you, Aundien, for not reading it! Oops....))
((Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, all of them are belonging to J.K. Rowling. All except the Coniecs. They are mine!!!!!! Mwahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Sorry, psycho moment. PS: Hi Autumn, Angie, Aundien, Amadrién, and Ergalad!!))
Chapter One: A Night in the Dark
Harry was somewhere he knew he had never wanted to be again. He knew he had been there before. He could feel it.
He was in a gravyard. He peered through the misty night. There were many rows of headstones. Hundreds. Thousands! Harry continued to aimlessly look at the stones, until one particularly large one stood out. He recognized it at once. He knew what it was. He closed his eyes and tried to block it out. But the voices still came through as clear as crystal.
"I dunno. Wands out, d'you reckon?"
Harry knew that voice. He knew what was coming. He ignored it.
"Harry?"
Then two cold voices peirced the night.
"Kill the spare,"
"Avada Kedavera!"
Those words! Those horrible words! Harry was filled with fury at the sound of these words. He could feel a tear welling in his eye, though he tried to choke it back.
Something heavy fell hard to the ground beside him- Cedric Diggory's body.
'Why?' thought Harry 'Why am I reliving this?'
He reached up to wipe his eyes, but his arm did not move. He looked down to see that he was bound to the gravestone. The gravestone he knew that, right behind nim, read 'Tom Riddle'.
Harry tried to scream, but some black material was in his mouth.
Then he heard someonr scream for him, and looked up to see Wormtail coming closer, a dagger in his left hand, the stump of his right gushing blood.
Harry struggled, but the ropes were too tight. He knew what was coming....
The dagger grew nearer. He wanted someone to come. He wanted someone to be there. He wanted someone to save him.
Suddenly a shout sounded all around the graveyard.
Harry looked up to the hillside, and saw the outline of a girl, maybe his age, maybe younger.
She ran down the hill and knelt next to Harry. She pulled the material out of his mouth and stared at him. All Harry could see in the darkness were her dazzlind blue eyes piercing the night, the look of sheer terror and pain on her face, and her small hand clutching her right arm near her shoulder.
"Are you okay, Harry?" she whispered. Harry's scar broke out in fiery pain at her words. He closed his eyes, and saw nothing more.
Yet he heard another scream, opened his eyes, and watched, helplessly, as Wormtail plunged the dagger into the girl's back....
((A/N- Yes, short, I know. But just leaving you at that was my whole intention, and it makes it an awful lot cooler. So please just review, and this is my first ff, so flames will really depress me. Thanks Autumn for encouraging me! Thanks Angie for loving it! And poo on you, Aundien, for not reading it! Oops....))