THE DARK ONE
DISCLAIMER: All recognizable characters in this story belong to J. and all others belong to me. For enjoyment purposes!
A/N: HIIII! I was bored, and really missed writing, so here it is! I really don't think the story enhances the true quality of my writing, but I think you should write when you have an idea. Adam Lambert is a good creativity inspiration, by the way;)
Harry was walking down a dark corridor, wondering what the HELL Dumbledore had awaiting for him. What had that man been talking about when he said, "You will be going on a journey to go visit him."? It was a short message, coming to him through a dream. Harry figured it was very important, considering the effort it must've taken for a dead person to contact a live person. Harry had hoped when Dumbledore said "Him", he hadn't meant Voldemort. It had been ten years since their last encounter, but as much as Harry hoped he was dead, deep down he knew that a small remain of the Dark Lord still lingered inside of him. It lashed out at the people he loved most, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and his children, every so slightly when they put him on edge. Edge. That's another thing Voldemort would be mad about.
Harry's internal thinking was interrupted by a loud crunching sound. Harry had stepped on something. Taking in his surroundings, he realised he had been approaching a door, and what he had stepped on was a key. As he picked it up, he turned it in his hand. It had said the same thing that the Golden Snitch had said ten years ago, "I OPEN AT THE CLOSE." Ever so cautiously, and utmost regretfully, he put the walked toward the door. Nothing happened. He put the key in the key hole. Still nothing. He turned the lock. Suddenly, thee was a cold chill that washed over him that brought back memories. At that instant he knew his prediction was right. Voldemort was back. Or at least thinking of coming.
Opening the door, Harry was greeted by a vacant purplish white space. He knew he had entered heaven. He wasn't dead though. Not yet anyway. But Dumbledore was having Harry cross the line between life and death once again, even though he was stuck in the middle.
"Welcome, saviour," a strange rasping voice said behind him.
A/N: I know, its short. The next one will be longer. Promise! Check out some of xxXXPotteryGleekxxXX's Stories! Bye! :*
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