Lost and Found
by Draco Malfoy
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A/N: The young man (for those who can't guess, is Voldemort) belogns to her Eminence, The High J.K. Rowling. The older man is my character.
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"Come on, give it back .... Please!" these words were shouted by a middle-aged man.
"No, it's mine now!" said the young man, smiling. Upon saying these words, he threw back his head and laughed a high, cold, laugh. The laughing stopped suddenly, though the young man's smile never faded. He lowered his head and looked into the face of the panting older man.
"You know what the muggles says, don't you?" the younger man sneered, "Finder keepers, losers weepers!" and yet another laugh sprung from deep within his throat.
"No, no! I must have it back. It is more than you think. It's very important!" the old man was almost in tears.
"More than I think?" yelled the young man, outraged, "I know perfectly well what it is! I know how much you want it and I know what it can do. Why do you think I want it, fool?" flecks of spit flew out of his mouth. When he had calmed down a bit, he sat down on a nearby crate. Then he spoke to the man again.
"You know, I must have this. And you must not tell anyone. So..." he drew out his wand and pointed it at the man, "Avada Kedavra!" There was a blinding green flash, and the man crumpled to the ground and didn't move.
"At last," the young man cooed, "I get a good look at my prize! My rise to power! My crystal!" his gaze fell onto a box he had taken out of his robes, and then he opened it. Taking out the crystal, he yelled words which would make someone's hair stand on end years later.
"I, Lord Voldemort, shall rise to power! Morsmordre!"
The young man pointed his wand at the older man's corpse, and muttered along incantation. The corpse dissapeared. And then did the young man, leaving a skull and snake glittering in the sky.
The End
by Draco Malfoy
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A/N: The young man (for those who can't guess, is Voldemort) belogns to her Eminence, The High J.K. Rowling. The older man is my character.
**************
"Come on, give it back .... Please!" these words were shouted by a middle-aged man.
"No, it's mine now!" said the young man, smiling. Upon saying these words, he threw back his head and laughed a high, cold, laugh. The laughing stopped suddenly, though the young man's smile never faded. He lowered his head and looked into the face of the panting older man.
"You know what the muggles says, don't you?" the younger man sneered, "Finder keepers, losers weepers!" and yet another laugh sprung from deep within his throat.
"No, no! I must have it back. It is more than you think. It's very important!" the old man was almost in tears.
"More than I think?" yelled the young man, outraged, "I know perfectly well what it is! I know how much you want it and I know what it can do. Why do you think I want it, fool?" flecks of spit flew out of his mouth. When he had calmed down a bit, he sat down on a nearby crate. Then he spoke to the man again.
"You know, I must have this. And you must not tell anyone. So..." he drew out his wand and pointed it at the man, "Avada Kedavra!" There was a blinding green flash, and the man crumpled to the ground and didn't move.
"At last," the young man cooed, "I get a good look at my prize! My rise to power! My crystal!" his gaze fell onto a box he had taken out of his robes, and then he opened it. Taking out the crystal, he yelled words which would make someone's hair stand on end years later.
"I, Lord Voldemort, shall rise to power! Morsmordre!"
The young man pointed his wand at the older man's corpse, and muttered along incantation. The corpse dissapeared. And then did the young man, leaving a skull and snake glittering in the sky.
The End
