Harry Potter And The Death Eater's Revenge
Disclaimer: I in no way own any of the characters mentioned in this story. All of them (and related indicia) belong to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and/or Warner Brothers.
*Author's note: This story was written before the fifth book in the Harry Potter series was released. I wrote this story in accordance with several rumors/facts about the book that I have read and believed so far. Note that this is a fan fiction-key word, fiction! :)
Although I am not British like the characters in J.K Rowling's books (and J.K Rowling herself), I know a lot about the British way of speaking and I have tried to write this story in that way--not in an Americanized way, but in the way the real Harry Potter books were written. Doing that made writing this fan fiction piece a whole lot more challenging and fun (you wouldn't believe how much I watched BBC America to write this). This is the longest work of fan fiction I have ever written--it is also the first one I have worked on for more than two weeks. :) Enjoy!
Prologue
The peace that now overtook the wizarding world had only been there for a few months. Thanks to Albus Dumbledore and his wizarding allies, Voldemort was no more. After Voldemort had been reborn in Harry Potter's fourth year, Albus Dumbledore had been working tirelessly to ensure that Voldemort would never gain back his power again. He enlisted the help of creatures that the rest of the wizarding world thought was terrifying. They called Dumbledore a lunatic because of his actions. However, because of the special actions and precautions he had taken, they had finally cornered Voldemort and destroyed him. "You-Know-Who" would never rise again.
Wizards everywhere believed that his followers too had disbanded, or had been killed. Now all that was left were the "good" wizards-the wizards who believed in truth, and love, and the triumph of goodness over evil.
Or so people thought.
Some of Voldemort's most dangerous and clever follwers-his Death Eaters-were still out there somewhere. Yes, they knew now that it was hopeless-Voldemort had been utterly destroyed by Dumbledore, and could never return to terrorize the wizard world again. However, these few but extremely vengeful and loyal Death Eaters of his wanted nothing more than to seek out that "Muggle-loving fool" and exact their revenge on him for taking their master.
They also wanted that wretched boy-Harry Potter. Because of him, Voldemort had been reborn. Because of him and Dumbledore, Voldemort had met his end-twice-through Harry Potter. Harry Potter: that foolish, unworthy boy, the boy who had made their entire world crumble.
It is here that our story begins.
Chapter One
The Fugitive
He had been walking for many, many days now. Where he was going, even he didn't remember anymore.
A strong gust of icy night air swirled around him, and he sucked in his breath with the shock. Shivering violently, he yanked his hood up and pulled his cloak tighter around him.
Why was he here, in the dead of night? Why was he forced to run like a hunted animal?
It was all because of Harry Potter. He ground his teeth and clenched his fists at the mere mention of Harry's name. Because of Harry Potter, he had lost everything-his friends, his freedom, his family…
Of course…of course, he knew it had to happen sometime. But why now?
"It is nothing," he muttered to himself, as though trying to console himself. "That foolish boy won't be around any longer…I will prove myself…I have become a force to be reckoned with…"
For you see, ever since he had been forced to leave everything behind he had come up with a plan to seek out his final revenge on Harry Potter. He was blinded with dreams of inflicting as much pain as possible on Potter. He didn't care if he died while carrying out his plan against Harry Potter…all he wanted was for Harry Potter to feel the pain and misery that he had felt that night that Voldemort had met his end at last…
And, if all went to plan, he might even be able to get a few of those stupid, Muggle-loving fools to go down with him…for he knew that Harry Potter had been friends or had been in the good company of mainly Muggle- loving people. The man's hands clenched, though this time an insane grin twisted his pale features.
He stopped suddenly. Now was the time to strike, if he hoped to get at Harry Potter before it was too late. He needed to find where Potter was staying, keep an eye on him, then begin his plan.
Swiftly, he continued walking, his shoulders shaking with maniacal laughter, wild dreams of glory racing through his mind. He could picture Potter writhing in pain in front of him, screaming, pleading for mercy…but he would not give it to the boy…he would not spare him pain…he would torture him, leaving Potter's body broken, his mind, his spirit damaged beyond repair, beyond belief...then, dispose of him quietly, leaving the wizarding world in turmoil...the same despair that had enveloped them in the glory days of Voldemort...
It would be a pleasure.
Disclaimer: I in no way own any of the characters mentioned in this story. All of them (and related indicia) belong to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and/or Warner Brothers.
*Author's note: This story was written before the fifth book in the Harry Potter series was released. I wrote this story in accordance with several rumors/facts about the book that I have read and believed so far. Note that this is a fan fiction-key word, fiction! :)
Although I am not British like the characters in J.K Rowling's books (and J.K Rowling herself), I know a lot about the British way of speaking and I have tried to write this story in that way--not in an Americanized way, but in the way the real Harry Potter books were written. Doing that made writing this fan fiction piece a whole lot more challenging and fun (you wouldn't believe how much I watched BBC America to write this). This is the longest work of fan fiction I have ever written--it is also the first one I have worked on for more than two weeks. :) Enjoy!
Prologue
The peace that now overtook the wizarding world had only been there for a few months. Thanks to Albus Dumbledore and his wizarding allies, Voldemort was no more. After Voldemort had been reborn in Harry Potter's fourth year, Albus Dumbledore had been working tirelessly to ensure that Voldemort would never gain back his power again. He enlisted the help of creatures that the rest of the wizarding world thought was terrifying. They called Dumbledore a lunatic because of his actions. However, because of the special actions and precautions he had taken, they had finally cornered Voldemort and destroyed him. "You-Know-Who" would never rise again.
Wizards everywhere believed that his followers too had disbanded, or had been killed. Now all that was left were the "good" wizards-the wizards who believed in truth, and love, and the triumph of goodness over evil.
Or so people thought.
Some of Voldemort's most dangerous and clever follwers-his Death Eaters-were still out there somewhere. Yes, they knew now that it was hopeless-Voldemort had been utterly destroyed by Dumbledore, and could never return to terrorize the wizard world again. However, these few but extremely vengeful and loyal Death Eaters of his wanted nothing more than to seek out that "Muggle-loving fool" and exact their revenge on him for taking their master.
They also wanted that wretched boy-Harry Potter. Because of him, Voldemort had been reborn. Because of him and Dumbledore, Voldemort had met his end-twice-through Harry Potter. Harry Potter: that foolish, unworthy boy, the boy who had made their entire world crumble.
It is here that our story begins.
Chapter One
The Fugitive
He had been walking for many, many days now. Where he was going, even he didn't remember anymore.
A strong gust of icy night air swirled around him, and he sucked in his breath with the shock. Shivering violently, he yanked his hood up and pulled his cloak tighter around him.
Why was he here, in the dead of night? Why was he forced to run like a hunted animal?
It was all because of Harry Potter. He ground his teeth and clenched his fists at the mere mention of Harry's name. Because of Harry Potter, he had lost everything-his friends, his freedom, his family…
Of course…of course, he knew it had to happen sometime. But why now?
"It is nothing," he muttered to himself, as though trying to console himself. "That foolish boy won't be around any longer…I will prove myself…I have become a force to be reckoned with…"
For you see, ever since he had been forced to leave everything behind he had come up with a plan to seek out his final revenge on Harry Potter. He was blinded with dreams of inflicting as much pain as possible on Potter. He didn't care if he died while carrying out his plan against Harry Potter…all he wanted was for Harry Potter to feel the pain and misery that he had felt that night that Voldemort had met his end at last…
And, if all went to plan, he might even be able to get a few of those stupid, Muggle-loving fools to go down with him…for he knew that Harry Potter had been friends or had been in the good company of mainly Muggle- loving people. The man's hands clenched, though this time an insane grin twisted his pale features.
He stopped suddenly. Now was the time to strike, if he hoped to get at Harry Potter before it was too late. He needed to find where Potter was staying, keep an eye on him, then begin his plan.
Swiftly, he continued walking, his shoulders shaking with maniacal laughter, wild dreams of glory racing through his mind. He could picture Potter writhing in pain in front of him, screaming, pleading for mercy…but he would not give it to the boy…he would not spare him pain…he would torture him, leaving Potter's body broken, his mind, his spirit damaged beyond repair, beyond belief...then, dispose of him quietly, leaving the wizarding world in turmoil...the same despair that had enveloped them in the glory days of Voldemort...
It would be a pleasure.