Year 5: War With Voldemort
Prologue
July 1st: Dursley residence, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey; 20 o'clock.
The lights outside went out, like a power outage, only it wasn't. Masses of grey figures immerged from hiding places all up and down Privet Drive. They all flocked towards number 4; to the family within.
The family, the Dursleys, were sitting down to watch television after their dinner. Vernon Dursley, turned the lock to the cupboard door and eased himself onto the couch, while his wife, Petunia Evans led their gigantic son, Dudley, up to his room with a platter of cookies and a glass of milk.
The door exploded off its hinges causing Mr. Dursley to get up and start grumbling about the confounded wind. As he turned the corner into the foyer, a wand was pointed at his head.
"Where's the boy?" Questioned the leader.
"I have no clue as to whom you ask for. And what right have you to barge into my home this late in the evening without being invited?"
"This. Avada Kedavra." Vernon Dursley dropped dead where he stood. "Spread out and don't stop until you have found Harry Potter!" The master shrieked.
The twenty or so followers scrambled upstairs and throughout the rest of the house trying to find the boy. Screams were heard as the Death Eaters killed Dudley with the Crucio curse. Weeping followed as Petunia mourned her son's death. The Death Eaters transported her downstairs to the master to get valuable information about the whereabouts of Harry Potter.
"Good Evening Miss Evans. I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced. I, Miss Evans, am Lord Voldemort, your sister's assassin. Now, I might just let you live, if you tell me where Mr. Potter is hiding." Petunia numbly walked down the hall to the cupboard under the stairs. She undid the latch and opened the door. Inside sat a sleeping Harry Potter. Voldemort pushed Petunia aside and swept forward. He reached into the cupboard, yanking the still sleeping Harry Potter forward. He withdrew a dagger from the folds of his cloak, raised the weapon, and shoved it towards Harry's abdomen. Within the blink of an eye, Harry had grabbed the knife with his bare hands, turned it, and thrust it at Voldemort. It struck the dark lord in the shoulder, where it would never come out. Voldemort shrieked in rage and pain while the twenty-three Death Eaters dog- piled Harry Potter. Four were killed, thirteen were injured, and Harry Potter was 'Missing in Action'.
Five minutes later, only Lord Voldemort, a rat, and five Death Eaters were the only members still alive in the house. The shadows shifted, and a thin, cloaked figure emerged.
"Abire ater dominium! Abire! Hui!" Before Voldemort's body hit the tile floor, the rat had left the building. The five Death Eaters picked up their unconscious lord and apparated away.
This is the Author's note! I do not own Harry Potter and co. They all belong to the goddess J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money off of this so you can't sue me! This is my first fanfic; so don't send any flamers please. R&R! Thankx!
Prologue
July 1st: Dursley residence, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey; 20 o'clock.
The lights outside went out, like a power outage, only it wasn't. Masses of grey figures immerged from hiding places all up and down Privet Drive. They all flocked towards number 4; to the family within.
The family, the Dursleys, were sitting down to watch television after their dinner. Vernon Dursley, turned the lock to the cupboard door and eased himself onto the couch, while his wife, Petunia Evans led their gigantic son, Dudley, up to his room with a platter of cookies and a glass of milk.
The door exploded off its hinges causing Mr. Dursley to get up and start grumbling about the confounded wind. As he turned the corner into the foyer, a wand was pointed at his head.
"Where's the boy?" Questioned the leader.
"I have no clue as to whom you ask for. And what right have you to barge into my home this late in the evening without being invited?"
"This. Avada Kedavra." Vernon Dursley dropped dead where he stood. "Spread out and don't stop until you have found Harry Potter!" The master shrieked.
The twenty or so followers scrambled upstairs and throughout the rest of the house trying to find the boy. Screams were heard as the Death Eaters killed Dudley with the Crucio curse. Weeping followed as Petunia mourned her son's death. The Death Eaters transported her downstairs to the master to get valuable information about the whereabouts of Harry Potter.
"Good Evening Miss Evans. I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced. I, Miss Evans, am Lord Voldemort, your sister's assassin. Now, I might just let you live, if you tell me where Mr. Potter is hiding." Petunia numbly walked down the hall to the cupboard under the stairs. She undid the latch and opened the door. Inside sat a sleeping Harry Potter. Voldemort pushed Petunia aside and swept forward. He reached into the cupboard, yanking the still sleeping Harry Potter forward. He withdrew a dagger from the folds of his cloak, raised the weapon, and shoved it towards Harry's abdomen. Within the blink of an eye, Harry had grabbed the knife with his bare hands, turned it, and thrust it at Voldemort. It struck the dark lord in the shoulder, where it would never come out. Voldemort shrieked in rage and pain while the twenty-three Death Eaters dog- piled Harry Potter. Four were killed, thirteen were injured, and Harry Potter was 'Missing in Action'.
Five minutes later, only Lord Voldemort, a rat, and five Death Eaters were the only members still alive in the house. The shadows shifted, and a thin, cloaked figure emerged.
"Abire ater dominium! Abire! Hui!" Before Voldemort's body hit the tile floor, the rat had left the building. The five Death Eaters picked up their unconscious lord and apparated away.
This is the Author's note! I do not own Harry Potter and co. They all belong to the goddess J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money off of this so you can't sue me! This is my first fanfic; so don't send any flamers please. R&R! Thankx!