Authors Note: I know this isn't as long as Chapter one, but it surely states its point. I will try to get Chapter 3 up by Friday, but I am not making any promises, also, I may get it up sooner, but Friday at least. Also: I do not own Harry Potter, or am affiliated with J.K.Rowling, Warner Bros., E.A., Hasbro, or anything to do with Harry Potter officialy.
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"Yes Wormtail, by faking my own death, I have left Harry and the wizarding world in my grasp." Voldemort said.
"Yes my lord, I serve you not under your power, but under my own will." Wormtail replied.
"Yes Wormtail, I know, I know, and you have not been rewarded enough."
"My lord, what happens, if Harry Potter still suspects something?"
"What makes you think he would suspect something?" Voldemort said, while petting his snake, Nagani, "I think Harry is completely in awe over this new situation."
"My lord of course, but you remember what happened last year? Potter almost defeated y--."
"HE DID NOT ALMOST DEFEAT ME! HE DIDN'T COME CLOSE!" Voldemort screamed, "You must be punished," Voldemort said slyly, and then muttered something that sounded like, "Crucio!"
Wormtail screamed in pain as the spell affected his poor, withered body, "Please my lord! Ahhhhh!"
Voldemort laughed the most evil laugh you could ever hear, and then, it fades out, slowly, slowly, it fades out…
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Harry Potter awoke in the Dursleys house, holding his scar, which was in lacerating pain. He was clutching his scar so hard, you would think he was trying to keep it from falling off. He looked over at the clock; it was 7:12 AM. So Harry got up, and went downstairs. But not after writing to Sirius:
Dear Sirius,
Hello, how are you? Hedwig and I are fine, and the Dursleys haven't locked me up yet. I just wanted to let you know that last night, I had a dream, Similar to the one last summer. Wormtail and Voldemort were talking about how Voldemort had faked his death. However, it is in the Daily Prophet, that a "Lord Xarie" had defeated him. Is this an imaginary character? Please contact me by return owl, but I may be at Ron or Hermione's house! Bye!
Harry
Harry curled the letter, and sealed it. Then he gave it to Hedwig, his snowy owl, to fly to Sirius, wherever he was. Harry fell back to sleep.
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Suddenly, a capped man knocked at the front door. Uncle Vernon went up to answer the door, saying, "Who could be knocking at this hour?" (It was 9:15 PM). He opened up the inside door, and then went to open the second door. When he opened it, the capped man removed his cape, and it was revealed to be none other than Lord Voldemort. Harry ran to get his wand, and Uncle Vernon was conversing with the man, "Hello sir, what is your problem! Knocking at this hour! My child is trying to sleep!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"Heh, heh, heh. You do not know who I am muggle? I am the dark lord, Lord Voldemort. Where is Harry Potter?"
"There is no Harry Potter here! You have the wrong house!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"Yes, I know for a fact there is, now if you won't tell me, I will be forced to kill you." Voldemort replied.
"That is a murder threat! Petunia! Call the police!" Uncle Vernon yelled, just before Lord Voldemort muttered 'Avada Kedavra' and murdered Uncle Vernon, and Aunt Petunia. Then he went on to Harry, but Harry already had his wand. Harry raised his wand and shouted "Expelliramus!"
Voldemort's wand zoomed from the tip of his hand, to Harry's hand. Voldemort was now completely powerless, or so Harry thought. Voldemort stepped up, seeing both wands facing him, stepped back. Harry suddenly noticed Voldemort was losing his figure, his white pale face, was changing, as was his height, and round-ness. It was Wormtail!
"You're not Voldemort!" Harry shouted.
"Very good observation Potter. Much like your father, too bad he couldn't be here to see you like you are now, but I suppose, he wouldn't want you to die with him here. Don't worry Potter, you will join your parents soon. My lord, it is time!" Wormtail said, slyly. Then, the floor began to shake rapidly, Harry fell to his knees, as the floor split in two. Voldemort rose from the bottom of the floor, very slowly. His pale face, staring straight at Harry, his wand tip, pointed straight at Harry. Harry turned to run, but he knew he couldn't run from Voldemort. So he decided, that he would fight. Harry Potter would fight Lord Voldemort, for the second time, in a month.