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Voldemort scowled down at the person before him. "You ask for forgivness, a second chance?" He made a raspy chuckling noise in the back of his throat. "Bring me Harry Potter, alive. Then, and only then, shall you be forgiven. Severus Snape."
"Consider it done." Snape stood up and walked out the door, his cape flowing behind him.
* * *
Harry stretches him arms yawning. He had been staying with the Weasleys over break. Harry decided that he really did need the break. After what had happened at the Tri Wizard Tournament he could really use some relaxation. Closing his eyes Harry listened to his surroundings. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen, cooking probably. Fred and George were in their room snickering over some trick or other. Hermione and Ginny were in the hallway giggling over some guy most likely. Mr. Weasley and Percy were both at the ministry. With all of the problems with the uprising of Voldemort there were issues that needed to be sorted out. He, Harry was one of those problems. Everyone at the ministry were positive that he would be a target. The aurors dicided that protecting Harry was a top priorety so they had placed him with the Weasleys. They figured that Voldemort's minions wouldn't be clever enough to figure out that the most obvious place to hide Harry would be where they would put him.
Even with the way the events had been going Harry did feel that things would end up all right, the good guys always won, didn't they?
"Good morning Harry dear." Mrs. Weasley welcomed him into the kitchen. "The others haven't been down here yet." A sudden thud came from outside. "Could you check on that dear? I sent Erroll out for a paper this morning and the strain must have been a little much for him."
Harry nodded, going outside. Suddenly all he could see was darkness and before he could cry for help a cold cultured voice that haunted Harry in his dreams spoke.
"Petrificus totalus, now the game begins Mr. Potter." Snape laughed and apparated the two of them to Voldemorts hideout.
"Here is your prize." Snape motioned to the stiff Potter.
"Very good my minion." Voldemort coughed out in his raspy voice. "Now there is only one thing left to do."
"Yes master." Severus bowed his head over Harry as the two dark wizards raised their wands.
Well thats what i have to begin with, I hope you like it. If you don't I won't continue it. And I promise that it will get better. And that the chapters to come will be longer, this is just an experiment to see if you people like it!
Voldemort scowled down at the person before him. "You ask for forgivness, a second chance?" He made a raspy chuckling noise in the back of his throat. "Bring me Harry Potter, alive. Then, and only then, shall you be forgiven. Severus Snape."
"Consider it done." Snape stood up and walked out the door, his cape flowing behind him.
* * *
Harry stretches him arms yawning. He had been staying with the Weasleys over break. Harry decided that he really did need the break. After what had happened at the Tri Wizard Tournament he could really use some relaxation. Closing his eyes Harry listened to his surroundings. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen, cooking probably. Fred and George were in their room snickering over some trick or other. Hermione and Ginny were in the hallway giggling over some guy most likely. Mr. Weasley and Percy were both at the ministry. With all of the problems with the uprising of Voldemort there were issues that needed to be sorted out. He, Harry was one of those problems. Everyone at the ministry were positive that he would be a target. The aurors dicided that protecting Harry was a top priorety so they had placed him with the Weasleys. They figured that Voldemort's minions wouldn't be clever enough to figure out that the most obvious place to hide Harry would be where they would put him.
Even with the way the events had been going Harry did feel that things would end up all right, the good guys always won, didn't they?
"Good morning Harry dear." Mrs. Weasley welcomed him into the kitchen. "The others haven't been down here yet." A sudden thud came from outside. "Could you check on that dear? I sent Erroll out for a paper this morning and the strain must have been a little much for him."
Harry nodded, going outside. Suddenly all he could see was darkness and before he could cry for help a cold cultured voice that haunted Harry in his dreams spoke.
"Petrificus totalus, now the game begins Mr. Potter." Snape laughed and apparated the two of them to Voldemorts hideout.
"Here is your prize." Snape motioned to the stiff Potter.
"Very good my minion." Voldemort coughed out in his raspy voice. "Now there is only one thing left to do."
"Yes master." Severus bowed his head over Harry as the two dark wizards raised their wands.
Well thats what i have to begin with, I hope you like it. If you don't I won't continue it. And I promise that it will get better. And that the chapters to come will be longer, this is just an experiment to see if you people like it!