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By Niki Hutchison
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters from the
books written by the great and wonderful J.K. Rowling do not belong to me in
any way at all what so ever. Melissa
Sparks and any other characters you don't recognize are from my own twisted
imagination.
Author's note: I originally wrote this a while ago and
posted it but it was lame and I decided to rewrite it. The old one had no plot and was going
nowhere. I hope my character doesn't
turn out to be a Mary-Sue but if it does how'll! This story takes place during Harry's fifth year. Enjoy and I love reviews even flames. PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!!!Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 1:
Philomela Star
"Yes my
master!" said a very tall and intimidating black girl. "The Potter boy will be yours this time,
sir! I just know it, the plan is
flawless and it cannot fail." Then the
girl bent down and kissed a man in black with red snake like eyes's toes.
They were
in a dark, dingy room that looked like it might be part of a castle. The room
didn't look even close like any room in Hogwarts, this castle looked like it
was evil and haunted, and there was a sense of foreboding around the
place. There were three people in a
throne room: one was The Dark Lord himself, Voldemort, the other two were his
humble servants Chilla and Wormtail, wormtail was a chubby man that had bald
spot and resembled a rat and Chilla was the black girl that was talking
earlier, she was very tall, scary, and undoubtedly evil.
Then the Dark Lord spoke, "You are wrong Chilla, all plans
have flaws, and there is always slim chance that they could fail!"
"S… s… s… sorry my Lord!
I jut thought th-" Chilla stammered.
"Exactly, you just "thought"! DID I SAY YOU COULD THINK!" Voldemort screamed cutting her off. "Crucio!"
Chilla fell onto the floor wriggling, screaming, and
twitching. After a few agonizing
minutes Voldemort took off the painful curse.
"I didn't think so.
You're new and your cute so I will let it go just this once but believe
me I won't be so lenient next time!
BRING ME THE PRISONER, NOW!!!" Voldemort told her.
"Yes, yes my lord you are so generous and kind, I will never
do it again, oh no I won't don't worry, oh no I won't!" Chilla said nervously.
"NOW" Voldemort exclaimed getting angrier.
"y..y..Yes my lord right away, s..ss…sorry sir!" Chilla said
hurriedly as she flew out of the room.
"It is so hard to find competent people these days, right
Wormtail?" Voldemort said
"Me sir?" Wormtail looked up from polishing his new silver
hand that was already gleaming. "yyyes
sir" wormtail said quickly. "Oh yeah of
course really hard."
"Wormtail you don't need to polish that hand it is made of
adamatiem and is the strongest metal ever it can't rust and will always look
like new.
Just then Chilla returned dragging a very beautiful woman
with black hair and radiant blue eyes that sparkled.
"Hello Philomela Star!
It has been so long since I have seen, but you look as ravishing as
ever!" Voldemort said with fake sincerity.
The woman looked at him with a look full of disgust and
hatred, it dripped from her chin. "Let
me go! Stop trying to butter me up you
ass hole!" she told him scowling.
"Me, never," Voldemort said with a hurt expression on his
face that was undoubtedly phony. " I
would never "butter" anyone up," then he turned very serious "Join me Philly,
We could be great together, remember how fun it was before. Join me or die!"
"Never! I would get back with you if my life depended on it,
I never went out with the dark lord I went out with a sweet guy named Tom
Riddle and he is gone forever, I would rather die than join you!" She said
looking up at him with malice.
"That can be arranged, I gave you a chance you would have
been my queen but you through it in my face, you blew it, goodbye Philly we
could have had a great life!" Voldemort screamed. "Goodbye crucio!"
A flash of green light erupted from the end of his wand and
Thousands of miles away a boy woke with his scar hurting.
