1 Disclaimer- This story is my own creation, but the names, characters and
places are the property of J.K Rowling.
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3 Harry Potter And The Evil Wrath of Lord Voldemort
Chapter 1-
The Blood Shed
Harry Potter's scar burned so fiercely that it felt like a hot poker was being shoved into his head. He groped his wand with sweaty hands and glared at Voldemort.
' You are mine, foolish child,' Voldemort spat, his wand pointed directly at Harry's head.
/I'll never let him win/ Harry thought.
' Give up and I may decide to let you die painlessly,' Voldemort chuckled.
' Never, you, you murderer!' Harry growled back his hair standing up on his back like a frightened cat. Then again, he was half cat; he had become a registered Animagus last year.
'Culimuntan, Amputateree!' Harry shouted.
Voldemort arm fell off as though being sliced through with a knife. Hot blood poured down the stump from his shoulder as the tears did in Harry's eyes.
' You'll pay for that,' Voldemort declared and with the wave of his wand, he fixed his arm.
' So, you want to play painful death, do you?' he glared at Harry with red eyes glinting in the moonlight.
/I have to stall him while Hermione gets Dumbledore/ Harry thought as he stared determinately at Voldemort.
' You won't win this time, Voldemort,' Harry yelled 'especially since we're on this school grounds,' he added.
Harry screamed in pain as his head fell off with a simple decapitation spell. His brain fell to the floor and blood poured all over his robes. Harry groped for his head and stitched it back on with a no- scar stitching spell. His head was soon back to normal.
/How did he know how to fix that/ Voldemort thought. /as he grows older, his powers are getting stronger and stronger!/ he faced Harry determined not to look worried. He knew he could just kill Harry with Avada Kedavra, with the flick of his wand as he had done to hundreds, maybe thousands of people. But, that was too easy. He was planning to play with his prey and give him pain.
/This simple boy has defeated me once too often/
' Wingardium Leviosa!' Voldemort shouted. Harry flew off the ground and the back of his robes were hoisted onto a tree branch.
' Know you can come face-to-face with me,' growled Voldemort.
Gasping for breath, Harry was suddenly really scared.
Suddenly, Harry's body was tearing open like he was being stabbed. Flesh flew everywhere as did blood and muscle tissue.
Harry hollered in pain as all his limbs flew off.
Suddenly he went unconscious…
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3 Harry Potter And The Evil Wrath of Lord Voldemort
Chapter 1-
The Blood Shed
Harry Potter's scar burned so fiercely that it felt like a hot poker was being shoved into his head. He groped his wand with sweaty hands and glared at Voldemort.
' You are mine, foolish child,' Voldemort spat, his wand pointed directly at Harry's head.
/I'll never let him win/ Harry thought.
' Give up and I may decide to let you die painlessly,' Voldemort chuckled.
' Never, you, you murderer!' Harry growled back his hair standing up on his back like a frightened cat. Then again, he was half cat; he had become a registered Animagus last year.
'Culimuntan, Amputateree!' Harry shouted.
Voldemort arm fell off as though being sliced through with a knife. Hot blood poured down the stump from his shoulder as the tears did in Harry's eyes.
' You'll pay for that,' Voldemort declared and with the wave of his wand, he fixed his arm.
' So, you want to play painful death, do you?' he glared at Harry with red eyes glinting in the moonlight.
/I have to stall him while Hermione gets Dumbledore/ Harry thought as he stared determinately at Voldemort.
' You won't win this time, Voldemort,' Harry yelled 'especially since we're on this school grounds,' he added.
Harry screamed in pain as his head fell off with a simple decapitation spell. His brain fell to the floor and blood poured all over his robes. Harry groped for his head and stitched it back on with a no- scar stitching spell. His head was soon back to normal.
/How did he know how to fix that/ Voldemort thought. /as he grows older, his powers are getting stronger and stronger!/ he faced Harry determined not to look worried. He knew he could just kill Harry with Avada Kedavra, with the flick of his wand as he had done to hundreds, maybe thousands of people. But, that was too easy. He was planning to play with his prey and give him pain.
/This simple boy has defeated me once too often/
' Wingardium Leviosa!' Voldemort shouted. Harry flew off the ground and the back of his robes were hoisted onto a tree branch.
' Know you can come face-to-face with me,' growled Voldemort.
Gasping for breath, Harry was suddenly really scared.
Suddenly, Harry's body was tearing open like he was being stabbed. Flesh flew everywhere as did blood and muscle tissue.
Harry hollered in pain as all his limbs flew off.
Suddenly he went unconscious…
Please Read and Review!