Ok, I know what you guys are thinking. Why this story? Well, I've been playing the game AFK Arena for a few months now. As I started to get heroes, I would read their stories. (Obviously.) The stories about Baden and Fawkes really grabbed my attention, and thus, the plot bunny was born. I tried to ignore it, thinking it was a stupid idea, but last night, I got NO sleep because of this plot bunny. So, here we are. Enjoy the story, and please review to tell me what you think. (BTW, if you want to look me up on AFK Arena, my username is Dusk, and I'm the Guild Master of the guild Max Efficiency. Join us, we have cookies and soda. ;) )
Harriet Potter gasped in pain from where she was tied to the stone angel. In front of her, the fat, snuffling form of Peter Pettigrew, her parents' betrayer could be seen enacting some sort of ritual. Harriet wasn't paying attention to that, however. She was focusing on the white hot, searing pain she was receiving from her scar, an angry red lightning bolt on the girl's forehead. Her arm was bleeding sluggishly, as Pettigrew had cut her arm for some blood. As she was focusing on the pain of her scar, she heard a high, cold voice say, "Robe me." She opened her eyes a sliver to see that her worst nightmare had come true. The Dark Lord Voldemort, aka Tom Marvolo Riddle, had returned, and she had no doubt as to who his first victim would be; her!
Voldemort started monologue to the followers that he had called to the graveyard they were in. While they were all distracted, Harriet started to wiggle about in her ropes, looking for a weakness. It took her precious seconds to find a weakness on the ropes holding her arm, as Pettigrew had accidentally nicked the ropes while he was cutting her arm. She put all her strength behind the rope and pushed, and as expected, the weakened rope snapped quietly. She glanced up nervously; no one had noticed her. She carefully undid the ropes tying her to the statue, so that when she ran, she wouldn't trip over them. Then, as Voldemort started to turn towards her, she ran to Cedric, who had come with her to the graveyard, but was now nothing more than a cooling corpse. She summoned the Portkey that brought them here, the ornate Triwizard Cup. She could hear Voldemort shout an unknown spell at her, and it hit just as her hand closed on the Portkey. She vanished in a whirl of iridescent colors, to Voldemort's frustration.
It would be a long time before she returned to Earth.
So, this is sort of a prologue, because this is going to be the most we get of the HP verse in this fic. Maybe if I do a sequel, detailing her return, but this is pretty much all the HP verse you are going to see in this fic. If someone wants to beta for me, than send me a PM, I really need a beta.