WOW. Long time eh? Sorry about not being here. Sorry if you thought i died :D
This might be a tad rusty, haven't really written anything in about a year. Kind of a warm up. Yeah? COOL BEANS.
:) DISCLAIMER BLAA BLAA BLAAHHH.
Voldemort glided up to the small cottage house, and gazed up at it. He was wearing a dark cloak with a hood. He smiled to himself, waved his wand effortlessly, and the enchantment was lifted. He went up to the door, waved his wand again, and the door creaked open. Voldemort stepped inside.
It was a nice house, simple, but nice. Of course, Voldemort hated it. Too Muggle-ish. He heard footsteps thumping down the stairs, and saw a young man, looking horrified. He had messy black hair, glasses, and was wearng a red jumper.
"Lily! Lily!" He yelled, not taking his eyes off of Voldemort. ""HE'S HERE!"
Voldemort gave a cold smile. "Out of the way."
"No! Never!" The man raised his wand in defence, a look of determination and worry in his eyes.
"So be it then." Voldemort flicked his wand, muttering the killing curse, and with a flash of green light the man fell to the ground, dead. His glasses hung lopsided on his face, and Voldemort stepped over the dead body. He felt nothing, no remorse. When he reached the top of the stairs, he could sense the boy straight away. He cursed the door down, and stepped inside a yellow nursery. The boy was inside a cot, and a girl was huddled over him. She had flaming red hair, and bright green eyes. She turned around shaking.
"Step aside girl, step aside." Voldemort said coldly.
Lily gripped the baby boy, a tear rolling down her cheek. "No, please! Not Harry! Take me instead, please, not Harry..."
"Step. Aside." Voldemort raised his wand, ready.
"Please, i beg you-" Lily didn't get to finish, as Voldemort lost his patience and killed her with another burst of green light. She fell to the floor with a thud.
Voldemort glided up to the cot, and gave a cold smile as he looked down on the baby boy. He hadn't cried or screamed this whole time. He had bright green eyes, and was already growing a black tuft of hair on his head. The baby seemed to look curiously up at Voldemort.
He raised his wand. "Avada kedavra-"
Suddenly, the room was filled with green light, and Voldemort was thrown backwards, and seemed as if he turned into a smokey mist. The boy started wailing, sitting down in his cot.
He had a cut on his forehead, in the shape of a lighting bolt.
Hm, what do you think? That was only a warm up, mind you. Until i find something good to write about :D
! or i'll crucio you.
that rhymed, sorta :D
