Disclaimer: I do not own any of the orginal characters from Harry Potter and I take no credit for J.K. Rowlings creations what so ever. I do take credit for the character of of Jessica Bennet though, she is my character, please do not try to use her in any way without my permission.
Chapter One
The dark clouds covered the silvery moon, turning the night sky pitch black. A gold spark ignited beneath the thick leaves, growing into the flame of a torch. Several more torches grew from that one until several faces were illuminated in the golden glow of the flames, all wearing hooded robes.
"I can't believe it," one of the men cried out in disgust. "How can this be? How could the master have been destroyed like this...by an infant?"
"And there are aurors everywhere," another of the hooded figures added. "It is best we disband, look for the master as a solitary person. It will attract less attention." Whispers sounded throuh out the group as this idea was tossed around. Unknown to the men, was a pair of blue eyes peering out from under a large pile of dead branches.
A little ebony haired girl sat under the branches, watching their every move from her position. The words "muggle", "wizards", and "Lord Voldemort" kept coming up in the conversation, confusing the little girl. She couldn't imagine what a uggle was, or who Lord Voldemort was, but she did know what a wizard was...only she couldn't figure out what that had to do with these men.
"I say we find out where they took that brat and kill him. I say we kill Harry Potter!"
A tiny gasp broke into the conversation. She had been found out. Jumping up she yelled, "I'm telling the police!" Then she broke into a run, but half way down the path her white nightdress caught on a bramble, slowing her down as she tugged free, ripping her clothing, a line of torches following after her.
"CRUCIO!"
The little girl fel to the ground, writhering in pain, her shrill screams peircing the silent night air.
"McNair, finish her off," one of the men ordered from the crowd, stepping forward with his wand held high.
"What's wrong, Lucius, no longer enjoying the kill?" the other man, McNair taunted, waving his wand around teasingly, letting the girl suffer.
"AVADA KEDARA!" In a sudden instant the girl's screaming stopped as the tiny body fell limp. "Do you want to get us all caught? I certainly do not wish to end up in Azakaban!" The looks on their faces became sullen as they constrcuted a shallow grave, tossing the tiny body inside. And the night became silent once more.
Harry sat up in his bed, reading Quidditch Through the Ages for his third time. He loved flying on the brromsticks, high above the field while searching for the golden snitch. As Seeker for the Gryffindor team, that was his job.
Hedwig, his snowy owl, had just returned from her nightly hunt, flying in through the open window. With a tired sigh, Harry put the book down, turning off the lamp. Just as he was about to remove his glasses something silvery caught his eye moving passed the doorway. Jumping out of bed he was careful not to wake his Aunt, Uncle, or cousin. He didn't feel like putting up with their yelling at him...it was best when they were asleep. And there it was again, moving near the bottom of the stairs.
"Hello?" Harry called out softly, his voice barely a whisper. Suddenly the silvery glow vansihed. Shaking his head, Harry decided to dismiss the whole incident to being too tired. After all, his house didn't have a ghost...did it?
Chapter One
The dark clouds covered the silvery moon, turning the night sky pitch black. A gold spark ignited beneath the thick leaves, growing into the flame of a torch. Several more torches grew from that one until several faces were illuminated in the golden glow of the flames, all wearing hooded robes.
"I can't believe it," one of the men cried out in disgust. "How can this be? How could the master have been destroyed like this...by an infant?"
"And there are aurors everywhere," another of the hooded figures added. "It is best we disband, look for the master as a solitary person. It will attract less attention." Whispers sounded throuh out the group as this idea was tossed around. Unknown to the men, was a pair of blue eyes peering out from under a large pile of dead branches.
A little ebony haired girl sat under the branches, watching their every move from her position. The words "muggle", "wizards", and "Lord Voldemort" kept coming up in the conversation, confusing the little girl. She couldn't imagine what a uggle was, or who Lord Voldemort was, but she did know what a wizard was...only she couldn't figure out what that had to do with these men.
"I say we find out where they took that brat and kill him. I say we kill Harry Potter!"
A tiny gasp broke into the conversation. She had been found out. Jumping up she yelled, "I'm telling the police!" Then she broke into a run, but half way down the path her white nightdress caught on a bramble, slowing her down as she tugged free, ripping her clothing, a line of torches following after her.
"CRUCIO!"
The little girl fel to the ground, writhering in pain, her shrill screams peircing the silent night air.
"McNair, finish her off," one of the men ordered from the crowd, stepping forward with his wand held high.
"What's wrong, Lucius, no longer enjoying the kill?" the other man, McNair taunted, waving his wand around teasingly, letting the girl suffer.
"AVADA KEDARA!" In a sudden instant the girl's screaming stopped as the tiny body fell limp. "Do you want to get us all caught? I certainly do not wish to end up in Azakaban!" The looks on their faces became sullen as they constrcuted a shallow grave, tossing the tiny body inside. And the night became silent once more.
Harry sat up in his bed, reading Quidditch Through the Ages for his third time. He loved flying on the brromsticks, high above the field while searching for the golden snitch. As Seeker for the Gryffindor team, that was his job.
Hedwig, his snowy owl, had just returned from her nightly hunt, flying in through the open window. With a tired sigh, Harry put the book down, turning off the lamp. Just as he was about to remove his glasses something silvery caught his eye moving passed the doorway. Jumping out of bed he was careful not to wake his Aunt, Uncle, or cousin. He didn't feel like putting up with their yelling at him...it was best when they were asleep. And there it was again, moving near the bottom of the stairs.
"Hello?" Harry called out softly, his voice barely a whisper. Suddenly the silvery glow vansihed. Shaking his head, Harry decided to dismiss the whole incident to being too tired. After all, his house didn't have a ghost...did it?