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fabulous JK Rowling.harry.dudley.ron.hermione.malfoy.etc. You get the
idea.that's right.you're smart people.
Chapter 1: The Misery Returns.
"Mum.Harry is eating all the bacon!" cried Dudley miserably.
"Sweetums, you know the Nurse said that you could only have 2 pieces a week. I mean you want to keep at your 250 pounds so you don't have to stay on that retched diet.don't you?" wheedled Aunt Petunia. She then turned her keen eyes on Harry, "Don't got eating us out of the house boy.we've done an awful lot for you these past years, and how do you repay us.by eating us out of house and home.honestly."
"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry replied instantly out of habit. He finished his 4th piece of bacon and hurried off upstairs almost knocking over Mr. Dursley who was heading off towards work. Harry managed to dodge his uncle's umbrella and ran up to his room. When he arrived there he looked eagerly at the cage on his desk. When he saw it was empty he sighed. He had hoped that by now Hedwig would have returned with a letter from either Sirius, Ron, or Hermione. Where was the blasted owl, he murmured to himself grumpily. He was so bored.even the fun of teasing Dudley had lost its charm. Harry Potter was not a normal boy--who would have been out playing video games with friends or catching the next chick flick. No, Harry Potter was a wizard who was eagerly awaiting news that his friends would invite them over to their house for the summer. But for the moment it would just have to wait. He sighed again. "I guess I could start my schoolwork.I need as much help as I can get before I take my O.W.L.s (Ordianary Wizarding Levels). Good lord, I'm starting to sound like Hermione."
* * *
At that very instant, all the way in a very small town, called Great Hangleton, in a creepy old house, called the Riddle House, a tall man in a dark cloak sneered. He awaited his sorta-faithful and pathetic servant called Wormtail. Where was the man.he was over 3 hours late! Good Riddance! He paced up and down the room like a nervous cat. He then sat down feeling disgusted and annoyed. Of course Wormtail was late, he was so worthless and careless he always got into trouvle. But what if he had gotten caught this time. All of a sudden a door could be heard opening and the figure sprang to his feet and grabbed the little portly male who had just walked in.
"Any news.any sight of him.anything at all?"
"Not even a dot of evidence he is in Britain. All of the tracking spells your faithful servants are using aren't getting us anywhere.we should give up my lord.it's useless. Maybe he's on vacation.there is so much more that can be done than just to search for the boy."
"Are you questioning my judgement Wormtail!" he replied icily
"No. of c.course not myyy lllord.just suggesting."
"Remember, I am the master now and one day, I will rule the world. Forget this not.your lack of faith in my judgement is disheartening. You must pay 'Crucio'"
"Ahhhhhh...stop.please.I'm faithful.I'm sorry.forgive me!!! Ahhhhh.."
"Hahahahahehehehehahahahehehehe.now you see why everyone once and still fears me dearest Wormtail," as he broke the curse.
"Harry Potter must be killed.understood.don't ask why.just find him."
"Yes.m'Lord."
"Bring you news on the position of the dementors and the giants? Or have my less-than-faithful fail to do that as well."
"The death eaters have joined forces with the dementors and are in the midst of formulating a plan to release the rest of the death eaters without raising suspicion.buttt.it'll take some time."
"How much time?" he snapped
"At least 6 months." he replied slowly.
"That's too long.there must be a faster way.tell the death eaters that if they can't find the motivation to move this operation along.that I will provide this motivation for them. What about the Giants.?"
"We're still looking for them.they can't be found anywhere.but some of the faithful death-eaters have picked up a trail of a clan of theirs and is probably talking with them now."
"Don't lie.Lord Voldemort can smell a lie from a mile away.they haven't looked very hard have they.tell them to get a move on.or I will deal with them. Begone.and bring me better news next time.or else people will pay."
Chapter 1: The Misery Returns.
"Mum.Harry is eating all the bacon!" cried Dudley miserably.
"Sweetums, you know the Nurse said that you could only have 2 pieces a week. I mean you want to keep at your 250 pounds so you don't have to stay on that retched diet.don't you?" wheedled Aunt Petunia. She then turned her keen eyes on Harry, "Don't got eating us out of the house boy.we've done an awful lot for you these past years, and how do you repay us.by eating us out of house and home.honestly."
"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry replied instantly out of habit. He finished his 4th piece of bacon and hurried off upstairs almost knocking over Mr. Dursley who was heading off towards work. Harry managed to dodge his uncle's umbrella and ran up to his room. When he arrived there he looked eagerly at the cage on his desk. When he saw it was empty he sighed. He had hoped that by now Hedwig would have returned with a letter from either Sirius, Ron, or Hermione. Where was the blasted owl, he murmured to himself grumpily. He was so bored.even the fun of teasing Dudley had lost its charm. Harry Potter was not a normal boy--who would have been out playing video games with friends or catching the next chick flick. No, Harry Potter was a wizard who was eagerly awaiting news that his friends would invite them over to their house for the summer. But for the moment it would just have to wait. He sighed again. "I guess I could start my schoolwork.I need as much help as I can get before I take my O.W.L.s (Ordianary Wizarding Levels). Good lord, I'm starting to sound like Hermione."
* * *
At that very instant, all the way in a very small town, called Great Hangleton, in a creepy old house, called the Riddle House, a tall man in a dark cloak sneered. He awaited his sorta-faithful and pathetic servant called Wormtail. Where was the man.he was over 3 hours late! Good Riddance! He paced up and down the room like a nervous cat. He then sat down feeling disgusted and annoyed. Of course Wormtail was late, he was so worthless and careless he always got into trouvle. But what if he had gotten caught this time. All of a sudden a door could be heard opening and the figure sprang to his feet and grabbed the little portly male who had just walked in.
"Any news.any sight of him.anything at all?"
"Not even a dot of evidence he is in Britain. All of the tracking spells your faithful servants are using aren't getting us anywhere.we should give up my lord.it's useless. Maybe he's on vacation.there is so much more that can be done than just to search for the boy."
"Are you questioning my judgement Wormtail!" he replied icily
"No. of c.course not myyy lllord.just suggesting."
"Remember, I am the master now and one day, I will rule the world. Forget this not.your lack of faith in my judgement is disheartening. You must pay 'Crucio'"
"Ahhhhhh...stop.please.I'm faithful.I'm sorry.forgive me!!! Ahhhhh.."
"Hahahahahehehehehahahahehehehe.now you see why everyone once and still fears me dearest Wormtail," as he broke the curse.
"Harry Potter must be killed.understood.don't ask why.just find him."
"Yes.m'Lord."
"Bring you news on the position of the dementors and the giants? Or have my less-than-faithful fail to do that as well."
"The death eaters have joined forces with the dementors and are in the midst of formulating a plan to release the rest of the death eaters without raising suspicion.buttt.it'll take some time."
"How much time?" he snapped
"At least 6 months." he replied slowly.
"That's too long.there must be a faster way.tell the death eaters that if they can't find the motivation to move this operation along.that I will provide this motivation for them. What about the Giants.?"
"We're still looking for them.they can't be found anywhere.but some of the faithful death-eaters have picked up a trail of a clan of theirs and is probably talking with them now."
"Don't lie.Lord Voldemort can smell a lie from a mile away.they haven't looked very hard have they.tell them to get a move on.or I will deal with them. Begone.and bring me better news next time.or else people will pay."