Ok, this is my first fan-fic. This is my own interpretation of the fifth
Harry Potter book. I am quite obsessed with the series. I'm counting down
the days on my calendar to June 21, the day of the book's release. While
we're all waiting, I'll just write my own version of the fifth Harry Potter
book.
As those of you who read the fourth book know, Lord Voldemort (or shall I say "You know who") was resurrected. His powers have now returned, and he is greater and more powerful than ever before. As you read this, you may find some adventure as well as new characters, and a secret that has been hidden from Harry his whole life. One that can reveal the truth of his existence and why his life took the course that it did.
Prologue:
Harry was lying in bed that night. The dorm, all of a sudden, was a blur. His scar was in excruciating pain. He could not think, nor get up. All of a sudden, a thin, skeletal figure walked up. He said, "Harry Potter, I have you right where I want you. You do not have a mother and father or a Portkey to save you. And your wand, he laughed, is with me." Harry just stared into the vile, foul man. He was afraid. He knew he would lose his life at this moment. Harry knew that man was none other than Lord Voldemort, the man that tried, once again, to kill him in the previous year. Now he was going to try a third time. But this time, Harry had no way out. Voldemort was right; he did not have a mother or father, or a Portkey, to save him. And Voldemort had his wand. "Now," Voldemort said. "Everyone in the castle has been put to sleep with my special sleeping drug. At dinner, everyone, except you, had a sleeping solution in his or her soup. Now that they are asleep, they won't be waking up for awhile. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Now nobody can save you Harry. It's just you and me. I have all the power and you have, shall we say, NOTHING!" Harry stared fixedly into Voldemort's eyes. This was the end, he was sure of it.
As those of you who read the fourth book know, Lord Voldemort (or shall I say "You know who") was resurrected. His powers have now returned, and he is greater and more powerful than ever before. As you read this, you may find some adventure as well as new characters, and a secret that has been hidden from Harry his whole life. One that can reveal the truth of his existence and why his life took the course that it did.
Prologue:
Harry was lying in bed that night. The dorm, all of a sudden, was a blur. His scar was in excruciating pain. He could not think, nor get up. All of a sudden, a thin, skeletal figure walked up. He said, "Harry Potter, I have you right where I want you. You do not have a mother and father or a Portkey to save you. And your wand, he laughed, is with me." Harry just stared into the vile, foul man. He was afraid. He knew he would lose his life at this moment. Harry knew that man was none other than Lord Voldemort, the man that tried, once again, to kill him in the previous year. Now he was going to try a third time. But this time, Harry had no way out. Voldemort was right; he did not have a mother or father, or a Portkey, to save him. And Voldemort had his wand. "Now," Voldemort said. "Everyone in the castle has been put to sleep with my special sleeping drug. At dinner, everyone, except you, had a sleeping solution in his or her soup. Now that they are asleep, they won't be waking up for awhile. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Now nobody can save you Harry. It's just you and me. I have all the power and you have, shall we say, NOTHING!" Harry stared fixedly into Voldemort's eyes. This was the end, he was sure of it.