Authors note: Hey guys this is my first fan fiction ever! No flames please and read/review thanks guys! Also any ideas or suggestions, pairings, advice, is always appreciated!
-ALL CREDIT GOES TO J.K. ROWLING….I OWN NOTHINGGG!-
Thunder echoed sinisterly off the ancient walls of the great hall as jagged streaks of lightning lit up the faces of the students. It was treacherous times already with Voldemort rising steadily to power. Dumbledore stood and raised his arms in welcome.
"To those who are just joining us this year, welcome! To those of old, welcome back!" his piercing blue eyes raked across the four house tables as he began his speech. At the noble house of Slytherin Draco Malfoy sat snickering with his cronies Crabbe and Goyle, not paying attention in the slightest. Over at Gryffindor the Golden Trio sat respectfully watching for the time being. Although Harry Potter held a feeling of dread…something was going to happen today, he just knew it. In a sharp crack of lightning the candles that lit up the great hall flickered and went out. Shrieks of panic were emitted from the crowd of students.
"Lumos," Harry Potter whispered the incantation. His wand tip glowed brightly, lighting up the faces of his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
"Harry, mate, what do you think's going on?" the red head piped up. "You don't think it's him again do you? It sounded like apparition."
"Ronald! How many times do I have to tell you! You cannot apparte into Hogwarts, when will you two ever read Hogwarts a History?" Hermione rolled her eyes at the two boys.
In a flash of light and a deep threatening rumble of thunder the candles flickered to life once more. A man appeared, broken and bloody. His once raven black hair was singed and matted with blood. Grime and dirt covered his skin. An arm was clutched to his side as blood poured from a gaping wound, the man looked on in indifference. Dark purple and black bruises mottled the strangers face. Ragged scratches lined his arms, and his left eye was swollen shut and puffy. When the man lifted his face the students finally got a glimpse of his face. The stranger's once brilliant emerald eyes were dull and shaded, shattered and held a deep despair of someone that had seen to much, been through too much. Six wands were trained unwaveringly at the man in tattered clothing.
"Who are you," Dumbledore's voice boomed threateningly. Power rolled off him in waves and his blue eyes were sharp and piercing. "How did you enter the school!" The man seemed unfazed by the wands pointed at him. That was when the chunk of matted hair that hung in his face was shifted to reveal the infamous lightning bolt scar that named the man as none other than Harry Potter.
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