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Prologue:
A dark malicious feeling swept in as the wind blew over blackened trees that neither swayed nor moved in the wind. Vast and empty, the wind howled as it passed
through the surrounding forest. Somewhere in the midst of the shadowy forest was a clearing. Just over the tops of the black trees stood a large manor, surrounded
by groves, gates, and many statues. The statues from a distance, looked well, like statues; however, up close they revealed disgustingly scarred skin. Skin belonging
to behemoth creatures. Trolls slowly patrolled the groves encasing the manor. Every so often an noise rang out from inside the manor, so horrifying, that even the
trolls looked to the manor now and then in wonder.
In one window on the the third floor of the enormous manor was alight. A humans shadow passed by now and then; sometimes even two. Cries sounded from the
window as a red and white light flashed every few seconds. Inside the room stood six cloaked figures, each dawning a hood and silver skull mask. One figure
however, stood without a hood or mask. But still, his face promoted fear, for his face was vile and serpent like. Narrow eyes revealing blood-red pupils, small slits for
nostrils, and a thin sharp lips.
Lord Voldemort stood in the center of the small room, in front of a figure bound to a wooden-twisted chair. The arms and legs of the chair were wrapped around
the arms and legs of it's captive. The figure's head hung to the side, her chest moving slowly indicating she was breathing heavily. Her shoulder matted in blood,
looked like it's form was smashed. Voldemort held his wand flush against his prisoner's neck, applying a small amount of pressure.
"I won't ask you again...where is Dumbledore planning on hiding Potter?" hissed Lord Voldemort. The bound figure lifted her head and with a great effort opened
his eyes to look at Lord Voldemort. With an even greater show of effort, she glared, and spoke,
"Like, I'll ever tell you!". Lord Voldemort hissed and snorted, his eyes glowing red with anger,
"Unworthy Mudblood...! Crucio!" he cast his torture curse. A red and white light burst out in spikes from the tip of his wand, the prisoner's body twisted and
stretched trying to null the pain. She screamed in agony when Lord Voldemort fixed his concentrating on her, extending the during of her torture. "How does it
feel...to die when in pain?" Lord Voldemort fixed his sight to the window. "Now matter what Harry, I will take all those that you care for and love!"
Harry stood in front of the window, transfixed in fear. He looked at the figure bound to the chair and saw a girl's face. Eye's widening he gasped when he found it
was Hermione bound. He pulled out his wand, not knowing why he didn't already have it out and ready. Aiming at Lord Voldemort he yelled,
"Let her go! Ta.. .e, .. .h. ...", he found himself unable to speak as he continued. Lord Voldemort laughed and stared in Harry's eyes. Harry felt an immense
pressure on he eyes, then his vision flashed in an out.
Memories ran quickly through his mind...Sirius' surprised face as he tumbles backwards...Cedric falling...a knife cutting through his arm. Harry gripped his head in
attempts to null the pain from Voldemort's intrusion. With a weak effort, Harry concentrated on a wall in his mind-Lord Voldemort's laughter sounding throughout
his mind. Letting out a scream, Harry clutched his head as his knees buckle and he falls to the ground. Memories still running through his mind...a woman's face
staring down at him; she looks to the side and a loud blast is heard and pieces of wood fly by...a green flash, followed by a woman's scream...a cruel face looking
down upon him, wand raised...another green flash, this time followed by a man's scream... On the floor twitching, Harry grasps his hair. Suddenly a black figure
appears in front of him and Lord Voldemort. The pain leaves him and he is able to pick himself up off the floor.
Lord Voldemort snarls and whips his wand quickly at the figure, only to be blocked. Harry briefly glances at the figure and discerns it as a boy with around the
same height. The figure turns his head and piercing blue eyes with a twinkle look at him. His lips move, but his voice follows seconds later.
"Wake!"
Harry jolts up from his bed, sweating and gasping from his nightmare. "Was it a nightmare?" Harry thought. Voldemort had Hermione captive and he was attacked through
illigimency, but after the occurrence with the weird boy, he had a difficult time believing it was something planted by Voldemort himself. Wiping his brow, he pulled himself out of
bed and looked over at his clock. It read five o'clock. He sighed. Stretching, he reached over and turned on his lamp. Hedwig gave a soft hoot, indicating she was present.
Walking over to his small desk, he sat down and opened up his Fifth Year Book of Spells.
This is my first fanfiction, so I'd really appreciate review, and if anyone could be harsh in criticizing and editing please do! I want to get an idea of how readers like stories presented and if this story is worth continuing.