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(A/N) This story happens in Harry's seventh and final year at Hoqwarts.
THE CHOICE
Rating--- PG
CHAPTER ONE: The Vision
The night sky appeared over Number 4. Privet Drive as 17-year old Harry Potter trudged up the staircase to his small bedroom. He tugged open the door and sat down on his bed, deep in thought. "What am I doing in this place?", he thought. Indeed, if not for Professor Dumbledore's order to stay at his uncle's house for the summer, he would have been at Number 12, Grimmaud Place, which was the house that his godfather, Sirius Black, had left behind for him.
Feeling tired, Harry slumped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling aimlessly. He was obviously missing his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Most of all, he was missing Hogwarts. Slowly, he felt drowsy and sank into a slumber..
"What do you have for me, Master?" the slippery voice of Lucius Malfoy sounded.
"A lot, Lucius, my slippery friend." croaked Lord Voldermort. " I have a favour to ask of you."
"Name it, Master, and it shall be done." Replied Malfoy.
"Very well, Lucius." Voldermort said. " I want to kill one of Harry Potter's good friends"
"But Master, Potter has many friends. Which one do you want me to get rid of?" questioned Malfoy.
"The one he treasures most, Lucius." came Voldermort's reply.
Harry woke up with a start.
(A/N) This story happens in Harry's seventh and final year at Hoqwarts.
THE CHOICE
Rating--- PG
CHAPTER ONE: The Vision
The night sky appeared over Number 4. Privet Drive as 17-year old Harry Potter trudged up the staircase to his small bedroom. He tugged open the door and sat down on his bed, deep in thought. "What am I doing in this place?", he thought. Indeed, if not for Professor Dumbledore's order to stay at his uncle's house for the summer, he would have been at Number 12, Grimmaud Place, which was the house that his godfather, Sirius Black, had left behind for him.
Feeling tired, Harry slumped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling aimlessly. He was obviously missing his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Most of all, he was missing Hogwarts. Slowly, he felt drowsy and sank into a slumber..
"What do you have for me, Master?" the slippery voice of Lucius Malfoy sounded.
"A lot, Lucius, my slippery friend." croaked Lord Voldermort. " I have a favour to ask of you."
"Name it, Master, and it shall be done." Replied Malfoy.
"Very well, Lucius." Voldermort said. " I want to kill one of Harry Potter's good friends"
"But Master, Potter has many friends. Which one do you want me to get rid of?" questioned Malfoy.
"The one he treasures most, Lucius." came Voldermort's reply.
Harry woke up with a start.