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In a far distant country, New Zealand to be precise something big was about to happen.
"Mum, can we go to the shop?" Asked halo sprouting Jessica, she was stood outside a rock selling place on the seaside resort of hamalin.
"No! We really haven't got enough time! Any way it looks like it's about to rain, real bad dear!" Her mum replied "Can't you see that huge cloud over there?"
"No…"
"Hmmm! We're going anyway sweetie so start walking!"
"Oh fine!" Jessica said, giving in and started walking,
Her Mum smiled and followed.
Suddenly they were interrupted by a gigantic boom, stifling them.
"Oh. My. God! Honey run! Run! Run!" Her mum cried, terrified.
Then there was a huge cracking noise and the earths crust was torn open.
Jessica and her mum just disappeared along the horizon. They were lucky; they weren't going to have to suffer fates worse than death.
Constant booms and bangs shook the ground. The beach's sand was thrown up whilst the sea was thrashed about. Boats vanished underneath the all too fast currents. Houses crumbled and the public foot paths were split open.
Then it happened. The moment Lord Voldemort, the name people couldn't say. They wouldn't whisper in fear of having an unforgettable curse put upon them.
There was one last epic bang before all fell silent. The only noise left were the noises of the dismantled car alarms…
Then right, smack bang in the centre of the beach.
Out of the incredibly big crack, a hand appeared.
The hand was withered and white.
It appeared slowly.
Then it was followed by a head.
The head was disgusting.
It had huge glistening, black eyes that made you want to heave.
Its long, black, hooked nose touched its mouth.
Its mouth was cruel and evil; it had an awkward slant to it making it look like it was the perfect match to a mass murderer.
There was something even more horrifying about this thing. It was covered in blood. It was dripping from head to toe with the stuff. He even had it coming out of his mouth. It was a revolting sight.
The scariest thing was... He had just come out of the ground...
A few minutes later it had climbed out of its lair. It was weak. But it was angry. That was going to be enough to feed this petrifying creature.
After it had retched a last few litres of blood out of its scary looking mouth. The deranged creature spoke to itself.
"Harry Potter. My killer, but also my creator!" His voice was nasty, it chilled your bones, it made your spine freeze with fear and it even made you want to run away.
"Harry Potter you're voice, has resurrected me! I'm afraid that's not enough to make me want you alive... Oh NO!! I still want you dead…"
Lord Voldemort finished with a flick of his fingers at the sky. He made a new mark. The sky exploded with an ugly mess of black and grey. The paint like substance reformed to make a skull with not one snake slithering out of the mouth. But five.
He laughed hysterically and menacingly at the sky.
Lord Voldemort was more deadly than ever, and his mission had only just begun…
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