Warnings: Het, a wee bit of slashishness.(wow, my computer didn't correct that)
My Little Horcrux Chapter 1 PrologueTo the Dark Lord
I know I will be dead long before you read
this
but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your
secret.
I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as
soon as I can.
I face death in the hope that when you meet your
match
you will be mortal once more.
R.A.B.
The light flickered, the curse hung in the frozen air. The black wand stood erect, protruding into the lifeless nothingness. A scream attempted to pierce the air, but was silenced, the damp thud of body on wet stone rung instead. The half blood prince stared down at the pale face of extreme calm that lay at his feet.
Running. He flew into the forest, and out of sight. The mountains were his home, until they gave way to shore, then shore to sea, and then to shore again. Towns and woods, streams and fields passed him by. He flung his cold body onto the lumpy mattress of a third rate muggle hotel somewhere in the French countryside.
And then France was gone, he found himself standing now on German soil. He headed towards the rising sun, watching everyday as it climbed the other way; the soft summer breeze seemed to be with him though. Finally he stopped, and smiled, meeting the south-eastern border of Germany.
"At last," He breathed "Home."