Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!
Authors note- Hi everyone, this is my first attempt at a story so I hope you like it. Please read and review! Be nice but be honest! This isn't supposed to read like a real Harry Potter book and it takes place after the fourth book.
Chapter one: Riddle
Tom Marvolo Riddle, that was how it appeared on his certificate of birth. Now he is more commonly called You-Know-Who or if you are really brave, Voldemort. He used to be ordinary (well as ordinary as a wizard with a witch mother and a muggle father can be) but then he turned bad. He traveled all over the world terrorizing muggles and magic folk alike. That was before Harry Potter. Little Harry Potter Voldemort could not kill. Lily Potter's love for her son and willingness to sacrifice her life for his kept Harry alive and sent the deadly Avada Kedavra curse bolting back to its caster leaving him powerless. Not dead, but certainly not living. He was a mere shell of his former self. Until last year when, through the Tri-wizard tournament he had risen again, this time more powerful then ever before.
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Of course, that's what was happening in the wizarding world. On number 4 Privet Drive it was a lazy summer day sometime in the late afternoon. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley were all unaware of the horrible things that were happening, or at least why they were happening. They had no idea their nephew was wanted by and evil force. There had been stories on the muggle news, but of course they were always blamed on some terrorist group or something.
Dudley had just had his birthday a week or two ago and already most of his gifts were broken. Last week he sat on his new camcorder. Now he was sitting in the kitchen watching the new television and eating, as always.
Harry wandered into his room and checked the calendar. July 30^th, only one more day till my birthday He thought to himself. Instead of cheering him up this only managed to remind him of how much he missed his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He had gotten a few letters from each of them. Ron always talked about how annoying Percy was because he bragged about all the responsibility he had at the Ministry of Magic. Or some of the stranger cases of misuse of muggle artifacts his dad had to handle. A few weeks ago someone had bewitched a pair of socks to be a watchdog. A man was walking by the house and suddenly had a pair of wool socks clinging to his behind.
Hermione had her muggles cousins visiting from New York. They knew she was a witch and had all sorts of questions for her. She wrote about all the things they did and some of the sillier misconceptions they had. For example one of the younger ones had said, "You can make anything appear whenever you want right?"
Harry sighed; it had been a long day. So far Aunt Petunia had already made him weed the garden and scrub the kitchen walls and floor. He was very tired. He sat down to write Sirius a letter.
Dear Sirius,
How is everything going? How's Buckbeak? Everything is fine here. I don't have a clue as to what's going on in the wizarding world. It's been a while since Ron sent me a copy of the Daily Prophet. I haven't had any strange dreams for a while. Ron and Hermione have heard rumors that they might close Hogwarts! But they wouldn't would they? I mean it's like the safest place with Dumbledore there right? Write back soon!
-Harry
He rolled up the parchment and gave it to Hedwig who nipped his ear affectionately, glad to be given a job to do, and flew out they open window.
After dinner and the last of his Hogwarts homework Harry gratefully climbed into bed and feel asleep almost immediately.
Chapter two: Wormtail
"Wormtail!"
"Yes my Lord?"
"I must go away on business."
"Where would you go my Lord?"
"DO NOT QUESTION ME!", Voldemort boomed
"Sorry Master", Wormtail said while cowering in a corner.
"I must go to Ireland, I haven't been there for quite some time and I have a few "friends" I need to visit. I need someone to stay here and take care of things. I don't want anything going wrong"
"Ok, what do I have to do?", Wormtail asked timidly.
"YOU!? YOU!?" ,Voldemort sneered, "Why would I pick YOU? I want this to work and you have never failed to mess up me plans! Send up the dark mark Wormtail, tonight."
To be continued soon.
Authors note- Hi everyone, this is my first attempt at a story so I hope you like it. Please read and review! Be nice but be honest! This isn't supposed to read like a real Harry Potter book and it takes place after the fourth book.
Chapter one: Riddle
Tom Marvolo Riddle, that was how it appeared on his certificate of birth. Now he is more commonly called You-Know-Who or if you are really brave, Voldemort. He used to be ordinary (well as ordinary as a wizard with a witch mother and a muggle father can be) but then he turned bad. He traveled all over the world terrorizing muggles and magic folk alike. That was before Harry Potter. Little Harry Potter Voldemort could not kill. Lily Potter's love for her son and willingness to sacrifice her life for his kept Harry alive and sent the deadly Avada Kedavra curse bolting back to its caster leaving him powerless. Not dead, but certainly not living. He was a mere shell of his former self. Until last year when, through the Tri-wizard tournament he had risen again, this time more powerful then ever before.
*********
Of course, that's what was happening in the wizarding world. On number 4 Privet Drive it was a lazy summer day sometime in the late afternoon. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley were all unaware of the horrible things that were happening, or at least why they were happening. They had no idea their nephew was wanted by and evil force. There had been stories on the muggle news, but of course they were always blamed on some terrorist group or something.
Dudley had just had his birthday a week or two ago and already most of his gifts were broken. Last week he sat on his new camcorder. Now he was sitting in the kitchen watching the new television and eating, as always.
Harry wandered into his room and checked the calendar. July 30^th, only one more day till my birthday He thought to himself. Instead of cheering him up this only managed to remind him of how much he missed his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He had gotten a few letters from each of them. Ron always talked about how annoying Percy was because he bragged about all the responsibility he had at the Ministry of Magic. Or some of the stranger cases of misuse of muggle artifacts his dad had to handle. A few weeks ago someone had bewitched a pair of socks to be a watchdog. A man was walking by the house and suddenly had a pair of wool socks clinging to his behind.
Hermione had her muggles cousins visiting from New York. They knew she was a witch and had all sorts of questions for her. She wrote about all the things they did and some of the sillier misconceptions they had. For example one of the younger ones had said, "You can make anything appear whenever you want right?"
Harry sighed; it had been a long day. So far Aunt Petunia had already made him weed the garden and scrub the kitchen walls and floor. He was very tired. He sat down to write Sirius a letter.
Dear Sirius,
How is everything going? How's Buckbeak? Everything is fine here. I don't have a clue as to what's going on in the wizarding world. It's been a while since Ron sent me a copy of the Daily Prophet. I haven't had any strange dreams for a while. Ron and Hermione have heard rumors that they might close Hogwarts! But they wouldn't would they? I mean it's like the safest place with Dumbledore there right? Write back soon!
-Harry
He rolled up the parchment and gave it to Hedwig who nipped his ear affectionately, glad to be given a job to do, and flew out they open window.
After dinner and the last of his Hogwarts homework Harry gratefully climbed into bed and feel asleep almost immediately.
Chapter two: Wormtail
"Wormtail!"
"Yes my Lord?"
"I must go away on business."
"Where would you go my Lord?"
"DO NOT QUESTION ME!", Voldemort boomed
"Sorry Master", Wormtail said while cowering in a corner.
"I must go to Ireland, I haven't been there for quite some time and I have a few "friends" I need to visit. I need someone to stay here and take care of things. I don't want anything going wrong"
"Ok, what do I have to do?", Wormtail asked timidly.
"YOU!? YOU!?" ,Voldemort sneered, "Why would I pick YOU? I want this to work and you have never failed to mess up me plans! Send up the dark mark Wormtail, tonight."
To be continued soon.