Figgy the Witch: Sorry about the wait!
Seamus: Lazy bum.
Figgy the Witch: Do I need to curse you again?
Seamus: *whimpers and sulks away*
Figgy the Witch: Watch your words!
Seamus: *hides in a corner, nursing his recovering legs*
Figgy the Witch: MWAHAHAHA! Anyways enjoy the largely unpopular Impending Darkness! HP and all characters belong to J.K. Rowling, all I'm doing is jumping onto the crowded bandwagon of fandom. Enjoy!
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Impending Darkness By: Figgy the Witch
The cloaked figures were not unseen by the muggles, Harry could here the loud shreiks coming from the neighbouring homes. He could see Mr. Noble across the drive gaping at the figures on the Dursley's steps. A loud chanting was heard throughout the neighbourhood.
These figures were ones Harry knew all too well, ones he encountered last year during the final task of the Triwizard Cup. The final task had gone terribly awry, causing death to a friend of Harry's. It had also brought about the return of Harry's arch-nemesis, Voldemort. These figures were in actuality wizards, Death Eaters to be exact. The were the loyalist of Voldemorts followers.
Harry abandoned his thoughts and raced down the stairs towards the front door. He wasn't overly fond of the Dursley's, but if they answered the door there would be harm to them, and he didn't want that either. He was constantly wondering what the Death Eaters were waiting for, why hadn't they entered yet?
He ran to the living room where Dudley was playing with his toys on the carpet by the television as his parents sat drawn into some sort of crime show. It was obvious they hadn't noticed the frightful atmosphere outside, as all the curtains were drawn.
Harry broke the calm silence, "There is someone here. Someone dangerous. I have a million warnings that I could shout at you now, but there is no time. Just stay back, behind me." Harry drew his wand out of his sweater. He had been carrying it with him since Voldemort had returned. The Dursley's looked confused, and it looked as if Vernon was about to scream at Harry, when a bright blast of light devoured the front door. Vernon's mouth gaped as he stared at the firgures in shock. Dudly drew onto the couch with his parents, for some sort of comfort.
A loud voice boomed around the room, as the head Death Eater spoke. "We meet again, Harry Potter. This time do not expect the luck that you have had in the past." The wizard drew back his cloak revealing the dark wizard's ugly features. In a moment Harry recognized him as Voldemort. The cruel red eyes beamed at Harry, looking as though he were trying to unnerve him, but to no avail. Harry glared straight back.
"What to do, what to do. I could kill the muggles. That would please my Death Eaters. Wouldn't it?" murmers of agreement filled the room. The Dursley's began to shiver with fear and dread as the eyes of the Death Eaters fell on them.
Harry pushed his wand forward, as though he was challenging the Dark Wizard who stood before him. "Do you wish to duel me Harry? You seem quite angry with me still. I'm afraid we've gotten off onto the wrong foot." His cruel voice was dripping with sarcasm. Harry's face drew into a scowl.
"I would never join you, but if I must duel you, I would. You've killed family of mine, and you've killed friends. You've reduced the life of my godfather to a game of high stakes hide-and-go-seek. I will not allow you to ruin anymore lives!" Suddenly Harry had grown much bolder. He again stretched his wand out in a challenge as he saw Voldemort reach into his cloak, gripping his wand.
"Then, on the count of three, we duel. 1..2.." The number three was never reached, a Death Eater had stood forward in an almost defiant manner.
"What is it!?" cried Voldemort impatiently.
"Perhaps you should not waste your energy on the boy. He's not worth your time mi'lord," said the Death Eater. Something about his voice had strongly reminded Harry of someone.
"As my advisor, I appreciate your input. But under these circumstances, I think this may be the perfect time to finish what I've started.." he began, but again was cut off. It was obvious he was beginning to get upset with his servant.
"If you make him wait, it would be the most divine kind of torture. He would be awaiting his fate. His mind would constantly torture him of ways he could be killed. Let him ponder over it a bit longer. Let him wallow in the sadness that you have created mi'lord." A grin had crept across the Dark Lord's face.
"You are an evil one. One of my best. I couldn't agree with you more. I'll let the boy go, only because you are faithful and I trust your judgement, Snape." At this Harry froze. Snape? What was he...? How was he...?
What had Harry missed?
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Figgy the Witch: Dun, Dun, Dun. I hope you like it so far. This fic won't really be that long, probably only like 3 or 4 chapters. Unless I decide to carry on past this scene, but I doubt it. This was just a little idea that I had, and I thought it would be cool if it was in the next book. It won't be, because J.K. Rowling can think of concepts 100 times better than what I can conjure up, so don't expect any Grade A writing from my fics. I wish I could become a writer someday, but I don't have any talent.....I'm an uncreative dull bum. Anyways, enjoy my ficcie ^^ Oh, and I'm sorry about the length of the chapters. I always make short ones. It's a bad habit!
Seamus: Lazy bum.
Figgy the Witch: Do I need to curse you again?
Seamus: *whimpers and sulks away*
Figgy the Witch: Watch your words!
Seamus: *hides in a corner, nursing his recovering legs*
Figgy the Witch: MWAHAHAHA! Anyways enjoy the largely unpopular Impending Darkness! HP and all characters belong to J.K. Rowling, all I'm doing is jumping onto the crowded bandwagon of fandom. Enjoy!
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Impending Darkness By: Figgy the Witch
The cloaked figures were not unseen by the muggles, Harry could here the loud shreiks coming from the neighbouring homes. He could see Mr. Noble across the drive gaping at the figures on the Dursley's steps. A loud chanting was heard throughout the neighbourhood.
These figures were ones Harry knew all too well, ones he encountered last year during the final task of the Triwizard Cup. The final task had gone terribly awry, causing death to a friend of Harry's. It had also brought about the return of Harry's arch-nemesis, Voldemort. These figures were in actuality wizards, Death Eaters to be exact. The were the loyalist of Voldemorts followers.
Harry abandoned his thoughts and raced down the stairs towards the front door. He wasn't overly fond of the Dursley's, but if they answered the door there would be harm to them, and he didn't want that either. He was constantly wondering what the Death Eaters were waiting for, why hadn't they entered yet?
He ran to the living room where Dudley was playing with his toys on the carpet by the television as his parents sat drawn into some sort of crime show. It was obvious they hadn't noticed the frightful atmosphere outside, as all the curtains were drawn.
Harry broke the calm silence, "There is someone here. Someone dangerous. I have a million warnings that I could shout at you now, but there is no time. Just stay back, behind me." Harry drew his wand out of his sweater. He had been carrying it with him since Voldemort had returned. The Dursley's looked confused, and it looked as if Vernon was about to scream at Harry, when a bright blast of light devoured the front door. Vernon's mouth gaped as he stared at the firgures in shock. Dudly drew onto the couch with his parents, for some sort of comfort.
A loud voice boomed around the room, as the head Death Eater spoke. "We meet again, Harry Potter. This time do not expect the luck that you have had in the past." The wizard drew back his cloak revealing the dark wizard's ugly features. In a moment Harry recognized him as Voldemort. The cruel red eyes beamed at Harry, looking as though he were trying to unnerve him, but to no avail. Harry glared straight back.
"What to do, what to do. I could kill the muggles. That would please my Death Eaters. Wouldn't it?" murmers of agreement filled the room. The Dursley's began to shiver with fear and dread as the eyes of the Death Eaters fell on them.
Harry pushed his wand forward, as though he was challenging the Dark Wizard who stood before him. "Do you wish to duel me Harry? You seem quite angry with me still. I'm afraid we've gotten off onto the wrong foot." His cruel voice was dripping with sarcasm. Harry's face drew into a scowl.
"I would never join you, but if I must duel you, I would. You've killed family of mine, and you've killed friends. You've reduced the life of my godfather to a game of high stakes hide-and-go-seek. I will not allow you to ruin anymore lives!" Suddenly Harry had grown much bolder. He again stretched his wand out in a challenge as he saw Voldemort reach into his cloak, gripping his wand.
"Then, on the count of three, we duel. 1..2.." The number three was never reached, a Death Eater had stood forward in an almost defiant manner.
"What is it!?" cried Voldemort impatiently.
"Perhaps you should not waste your energy on the boy. He's not worth your time mi'lord," said the Death Eater. Something about his voice had strongly reminded Harry of someone.
"As my advisor, I appreciate your input. But under these circumstances, I think this may be the perfect time to finish what I've started.." he began, but again was cut off. It was obvious he was beginning to get upset with his servant.
"If you make him wait, it would be the most divine kind of torture. He would be awaiting his fate. His mind would constantly torture him of ways he could be killed. Let him ponder over it a bit longer. Let him wallow in the sadness that you have created mi'lord." A grin had crept across the Dark Lord's face.
"You are an evil one. One of my best. I couldn't agree with you more. I'll let the boy go, only because you are faithful and I trust your judgement, Snape." At this Harry froze. Snape? What was he...? How was he...?
What had Harry missed?
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Figgy the Witch: Dun, Dun, Dun. I hope you like it so far. This fic won't really be that long, probably only like 3 or 4 chapters. Unless I decide to carry on past this scene, but I doubt it. This was just a little idea that I had, and I thought it would be cool if it was in the next book. It won't be, because J.K. Rowling can think of concepts 100 times better than what I can conjure up, so don't expect any Grade A writing from my fics. I wish I could become a writer someday, but I don't have any talent.....I'm an uncreative dull bum. Anyways, enjoy my ficcie ^^ Oh, and I'm sorry about the length of the chapters. I always make short ones. It's a bad habit!