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The small family smiled, the mother and father totally adoring their young daughter, who could barely be much older than seven. Her bright green eyes sparkled with laughter; at something her father was telling her.
Voldemort gave the picture to one of his deatheaters.
"Bring me the girl!"
"The girl, my Lord?"
"Yes! She is our key, to ruling the world. To defeating the ministry, to defeating Dumbledore. To killing Harry Potter!" The deatheater disapparated.
He apparated in front of an old small house. The deatheater entered a small house. The mother and father from the photo were standing in front of him. The small girl was standing on the stairs, staring in fright at the robed figure entering.
"Go away! Who said you could enter?" asked the father.
"I want the girl!"
"No, you can't have Rae!"
"Go away!"
"I will have her!"
"NO! You will not!"
"Do what you want, but don't take Rae!"
"Azar Kaarde!" the deatheater said, waving his wand at the couple, as they were muggles, they didn't even know what killed them. The deatheater turned towards the girl, on the stairs.
"You killed them!" she whispered.
"No, they've just gone to sleep."
"You killed them!" Rae announced; her bright green eyes fixed on his face.
"Now come along, little girl. Come with me!"
"No!" Her bright green eyes, were staring straight at him, like two steel bars.
"Come with me, Rae!" he asked again.
"No!"
"You will come with me!"
"No! I won't! I don't know why you want me, but I know it's for evil."
"Evil? No, my child! It's for your safety."
"I'm not your child! And I'm safer here, than with you."
"I don't have time to play games. Come! Or I'll make you!"
"Try!" Rae's unquavering voice dared him. In the half-light from the moon, she looked so much older, than she was. Her voice was more mature, the two emeralds, that were her eyes, burned with an unseen fire, which seemed to radiate everywhere.
"Impetravus!" the deatheater spat, the jet of light headed straight for Rae's chest. As it hit, she blinked, and smiled.
"That all you can do?" she queried. "If you want me, come and get me!" she turned and ran up the stairs. Despite her success, so far, worry and fear were etched on her face. Her hand fumbled for a pendant, beneath her clothes. She held it, in her right hand, and whispered, "Help me!" Curses and hexes followed her, but she dodged them all. The deatheater ran up the stairs after her. A door slammed after her, and he pulled it open. The room was a small bedroom, decorated in pink, with lots of books. However, Rae wasn't there, she just seemed to have vanished.
In a fit of rage, the deatheater went down the stairs, stepping over the parent's dead corpses, left the house, and proceeded to blow it up.
About 500 miles away, a lighting shaped scar on a boy's head, started to burn, as if it was on fire. Harry Potter woke up.
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What do you think? I want to know! The next chapter, 'Harry Escapes'
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The small family smiled, the mother and father totally adoring their young daughter, who could barely be much older than seven. Her bright green eyes sparkled with laughter; at something her father was telling her.
Voldemort gave the picture to one of his deatheaters.
"Bring me the girl!"
"The girl, my Lord?"
"Yes! She is our key, to ruling the world. To defeating the ministry, to defeating Dumbledore. To killing Harry Potter!" The deatheater disapparated.
He apparated in front of an old small house. The deatheater entered a small house. The mother and father from the photo were standing in front of him. The small girl was standing on the stairs, staring in fright at the robed figure entering.
"Go away! Who said you could enter?" asked the father.
"I want the girl!"
"No, you can't have Rae!"
"Go away!"
"I will have her!"
"NO! You will not!"
"Do what you want, but don't take Rae!"
"Azar Kaarde!" the deatheater said, waving his wand at the couple, as they were muggles, they didn't even know what killed them. The deatheater turned towards the girl, on the stairs.
"You killed them!" she whispered.
"No, they've just gone to sleep."
"You killed them!" Rae announced; her bright green eyes fixed on his face.
"Now come along, little girl. Come with me!"
"No!" Her bright green eyes, were staring straight at him, like two steel bars.
"Come with me, Rae!" he asked again.
"No!"
"You will come with me!"
"No! I won't! I don't know why you want me, but I know it's for evil."
"Evil? No, my child! It's for your safety."
"I'm not your child! And I'm safer here, than with you."
"I don't have time to play games. Come! Or I'll make you!"
"Try!" Rae's unquavering voice dared him. In the half-light from the moon, she looked so much older, than she was. Her voice was more mature, the two emeralds, that were her eyes, burned with an unseen fire, which seemed to radiate everywhere.
"Impetravus!" the deatheater spat, the jet of light headed straight for Rae's chest. As it hit, she blinked, and smiled.
"That all you can do?" she queried. "If you want me, come and get me!" she turned and ran up the stairs. Despite her success, so far, worry and fear were etched on her face. Her hand fumbled for a pendant, beneath her clothes. She held it, in her right hand, and whispered, "Help me!" Curses and hexes followed her, but she dodged them all. The deatheater ran up the stairs after her. A door slammed after her, and he pulled it open. The room was a small bedroom, decorated in pink, with lots of books. However, Rae wasn't there, she just seemed to have vanished.
In a fit of rage, the deatheater went down the stairs, stepping over the parent's dead corpses, left the house, and proceeded to blow it up.
About 500 miles away, a lighting shaped scar on a boy's head, started to burn, as if it was on fire. Harry Potter woke up.
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What do you think? I want to know! The next chapter, 'Harry Escapes'