Harry Potter and The Eye of Darkness
Disclaimer: This world and its
characters belong to the famous JK Rowling. Nothing is mine, except for a few
additional characters.
A/N:
This is my first fanfic so don't expect too much- also, I'm not much of a writer.
Oh yeah, keep in mind while you're reading that I'm really young, younger than
most fanfiction writers, so go easy on me. And please review!!!
Chapter
1 : Double Dreams
There was a flash of green light as
the man was blasted away and fell to the ground. The tall, hooded figure in the
cloak smiled cruelly at the body of the now dead man before him. As a
high-pitched scream filled the air, the figure turned back to the young,
green-eyed woman clutching a small baby. She was sobbing and wailing. The
hooded figure started laughing mirthlessly.
"No!
No! Please! Not Harry! Kill me, just don't kill Harry!"
"Stand
aside, you silly girl, or you shall both die!"
"No………no
– please!" cried the woman.
"Avada
Kedavra!"
For the second time that day, a flash
of green light emerged from the cloaked figure's magical wand, this time ending
the life of the beautiful Lily Potter………
Whatever happened next wasn't clear, as the images slowly started fading, and others were appearing in their place.
A tall, terrifying looking figure wearing black robes sat on a throne in the room. A much shorter, nervous looking man entered and bowed deeply.
"G-G
–greetings, m-my l-l-lord." , stammered the shorter man.
"Ahh,
Wormtail, have you contacted him?"
"C-C-Contacted
him, master? What are- "
"
Do not pretend, Wormtail! Tell me, have you contacted him or not?"
"M-My
Lord, I –"
"Crucio!"
The short man immediately collapsed on
the floor and started shrieking and shuddering wildly. The dark figure kept his
wand trailed on him, torturing him. His snakelike eyes, more like slits on the
top of his face, eyed the trembling figure amusedly. When he finally removed
his wand, the short man shakily stood up.
"
M-Master, d-do forgive me. I –I have tried contacting him, but could not learn
of his whereabouts."
The dark lord eyed him sharply. " I
cannot trust you to fulfill a simple task, Wormtail! Now get out of my sight
before we have some more fun with the Cruciatus curse!"
"Y-Yes,
my Lord, of course, anything you say."
And
Peter Pettigrew hurriedly left the room.
Harry Potter awoke with a start. He could feel the lightning – bolt shaped scar on his forehead throbbing faintly. It was the scar that set him apart from all others. It was the scar that had made him famous. It was the scar that reminded everyone of the tragic event that had happened almost fourteen years ago, when Lord Voldemort , the darkest wizard of all time, had killed Harry Potter's parents. He had, of course, tried to kill Harry, but the spell had rebounded on Voldemort himself, stripping him of all his powers and almost killing him, while Harry had survived with nothing but the scar.
Harry had become famous all over the
wizarding world for creating the downfall of the wizard whom people feared to
even say his name, while he was only a year old. Harry had been left to stay
with his only living relatives, the Dursleys. They were rude, mean, and cruel
to Harry. They hated him and he hated them. They weren't even wizards; they
were muggles, and they avoided mentioning anything related to magic in their
house on four Privet Drive. Harry hadn't even known he was a wizard until he
was eleven and had started attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.
It was summertime now, and Harry was
lying in his bed in the Dursleys' house, recalling the events of both dreams.
The first one was one he was used to,
one that had always haunted him, and especially since the beginning of the
summer, the summer after that fateful year…..
Lord Voldemort had risen again at the
end of last year, using Harry's blood, Wormtail's flesh, and Voldemort's
father's bones. Harry had only barely escaped, but Cedric Diggory, who had been
with him at the time, had died. ( Everyone knows what happened then, so I won't
say it.)
The
second dream, though, was new to Harry. It scared him. Was it real? Did it
indicate anything? Who had Voldemort wanted to contact? Harry tried to
remember, but all the images of the dream were slipping away from his mind.
Harry
had been thinking about Voldemort and his rise back to power all summer. Not
everyone had actually believed that he was back, like Cornelius Fudge, Minister
of Magic, who was too scared to believe it. Only Albus Dumbledore, headmaster
of Hogwarts and the only wizard that Voldemort had ever feared, believed that
they should quickly take action and stop Voldemort before he got too powerful.
Harry was very worried. He'd received
many letters from his friends at the beginning of the summer, but now, it had
been a while since anyone had written him. Had Voldemort shown himself and
started attacking public again? He knew nothing, for living with the Dursleys,
he was cut off from the magical world.
Ron
Weasely and Hermione Granger, his best friends, had told him in their previous
letters that everything was fine, except for more arguments between Fudge and
Dumbledore, which Ron was hearing about from his father. ( Arthur Weasley
worked in the Ministry of Magic)
Sirius Black, his godfather and an
escaped convict whom Harry knew was really innocent, had also been writing
every now and then. So had Hagrid, gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures
Professor at Hogwarts, and also a great friend of Harry's.
Harry couldn't sleep. He lay there,
thinking about his dreams and his friends. Well, it was his fifteenth birthday
soon, and his friends were bound to write to him, then he'd know that they were
all right. Still, it was a long time before he drifted off to sleep.
Ok,
ok, really short, I know. This chapter was more like an introduction, really,
the action will start soon, I promise. Keep reading, I need encouragement! And don't forget to review!