Cold Touch

by deatheater03

A dreadful plauge has swept the wizarding world, everyday more and more people are infected. There is an ancient text which tells of a cure and with the fate of wizard kind on their hands Harry and Hermione must find the cure or else...

1. Prologue

Cold Touch

Disclaimer:Me No Own No Harry Potter

A/N Welcome to my fanfic, Enjoy it as I know you will, for most people enjoy things I do, such as competitive hula-hoop,shaving tournaments and I'm a professional curler. As of last week I have been a member for 2 years (go me). I really want this story to be good since I think that it's going to be my last story I do on Harry Potter or anything. I was told by someone that this is kind of childish and its interfering with my studies (stupid school) and so I'm going to go out with a bang and make one last awesome story. My beta on this piece will be Lazy Mike.

H/Hr all the way!

prologue

The large metallic door of his cell slowly swung open and the brutish guard stared in. "Come, It's time for your trial" he said in a guttural british accent. Slowly the prisoner managed to gather himself up and climb to his feet and began walking sluggishly down the torch lit halls of the prison.

The guard whistled a tune that the prisoner didn't recognize. Slowly they came to two great wooden doors marked Prisoner's Entrance. The guard grabbed him and placed chains around his wrist and slowly opened the doors. The bright lights that emerged blinded him at first then slowly calmed down allowing him to see clearly. Inside there was a large table where 9 men sat and a small chair in front of them with chains covering it. There was a small seating area and about 30 people had gathered for the trial.

Guard as the prisoner was know affectionately calling him shoved him into the chair and set the chains around his legs and arms. He then walked out the door and the trial began. One of the nine people in front stood up and pulled out his wand and quickly said "sonorus". His voice boomed as he called out "In the matter of the Wizarding people against prisoner 17748 we find for guilt,In the matter of sentencing the tribunal will wish upon the prisoner death to pay for his crimes against the people."

The man could not look the prisoner in his eyes as he read out the last of the message "May hell await you Harold James Potter, you will burn for what you have done".

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