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Fifteen-year old Harry Potter lay on his bed, thinking.
It had been almost a month since he came back to the Dursleys from Hogwarts.
Since his discussion with Dumbledore last year, he knew why a lot of things were happening.
Since his godfather's death, that was all Harry cared to do. Lay on his bed and think about how pathetic his life was.
He had to go to a meeting at the Ministry in a few days to meet with the Minister, Cornelius Fudge, to discuss some things (probably regarding Voldemort) and the Order was coming to get him in a few days.
Suddenly, he heard a noise outside. He relunctantly got up off the bed to go see whatever it was that was disrupting his musings. He looked out the window and saw nothing unusual so he returned to his bed.
He heard a crash downstairs and heard his aunt, Petunia, scream.
Assuming that his the Order had decided to come early, Harry rushed downstairs to meet them.
When he got there, though, he didn't find the Order waiting for him.
He came face-to-face with Lord Voldemort himself.
Harry could see that the three Dursleys had been killed already and Harry was almost overwhelmed with guilt that he hadn't been downstairs helping them before he remembered who they were.
Harry knew that it would be impossible for him to get out of this one alive but Voldemort didn't cast the Killing Curse.
He simply grabbed Harry by the arm and apparated away, gesturing for his Death Eaters to follow him.
Fifteen-year old Harry Potter lay on his bed, thinking.
It had been almost a month since he came back to the Dursleys from Hogwarts.
Since his discussion with Dumbledore last year, he knew why a lot of things were happening.
Since his godfather's death, that was all Harry cared to do. Lay on his bed and think about how pathetic his life was.
He had to go to a meeting at the Ministry in a few days to meet with the Minister, Cornelius Fudge, to discuss some things (probably regarding Voldemort) and the Order was coming to get him in a few days.
Suddenly, he heard a noise outside. He relunctantly got up off the bed to go see whatever it was that was disrupting his musings. He looked out the window and saw nothing unusual so he returned to his bed.
He heard a crash downstairs and heard his aunt, Petunia, scream.
Assuming that his the Order had decided to come early, Harry rushed downstairs to meet them.
When he got there, though, he didn't find the Order waiting for him.
He came face-to-face with Lord Voldemort himself.
Harry could see that the three Dursleys had been killed already and Harry was almost overwhelmed with guilt that he hadn't been downstairs helping them before he remembered who they were.
Harry knew that it would be impossible for him to get out of this one alive but Voldemort didn't cast the Killing Curse.
He simply grabbed Harry by the arm and apparated away, gesturing for his Death Eaters to follow him.