DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter it wouldn't be written (I'm too lazy! XD). Though I claim rights for the plot and any OC's!
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Harry Potter was sitting on the train, alone, coming 'home' from his fifth year of Hogwarts. A lone tear trailed its way down his solemn face and splattered on the paper that read:
"MURDER SIRIUS BLACK, KILLED IN BATTLE BETWEEN MINISTRY AND HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED!"
Rita Skeeter (Battle of Ministry, Pg. 2-4)
Looking upon that article, something shifted in him, something primitive, something that held him back was released. And with that he knew it was time to reveal his true colours, replace the red with green, the gold with silver. It was time to show himself as a true Slytherin. The lone genius smiled at what would happen, the repercussions of his actions. He barked out a small, short, bitter laugh.
'Issssss ssssomething funny massstersss?'
'Yessss, Issssa. Sssomething very funny indeedsss.'
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Hi luvies!
First harry potter fic so be gentle! Sorry it's so short but I need an introduction, soo. . .
Hope you enjoy!
P.S: I haven't forgotten Surviving the storm (My other fic), But am still trying to find the inspiration to continue writing it!
- Mistress, S
NOTE:
"Normal speech"
'Thoughts'
'Parseltongue'
Review or Voldemort will show up at your house!
