Chapter 3- The Creature
"BREAKFAST!!!" came the screech of Harry's aunt Dursley and he was unpleasantly jerked awake. He must have dosed off while reading. She banged on the door with the broom that she was carrying and went on shrieking like a maniac, trying to get him out of bed. He sat up rather groggily and rubbed the sleep out of his tired eyes. With an enormous yawn, he glanced at the still staring Hedwig and smiled sleepily. "HURRY UP, YOU LAZY MAGGOT" He jumped with surprise and had to hold onto the bedpost to keep from tumbling to the ground. Even at the age of 17, the Dursleys were completely devoid of any respect for the teenage wizard.
"I'm up!" he croaked back with a slight smile. He was all too familiar with this torture. With another exhausted yawn, he stretched his arms above his head before attempting to stand up, failing miserably, and trying again. He heard his aunt grumble grumpily and stomp down the stairs to prepare a meal for her "perfect" son, Dudley. He rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his untidy hair as he felt his bedside table for his glasses. Discovering that they were missing, he panicked before remembering that he was already wearing them. He laughed at himself and was finally successful in heaving himself out of his bed. He slouched around the room, bumping into his dresser and stepping painfully on one of his eagle feather quills, searching for some clean clothes. He was obviously not a morning person.
"Good morning sunshine" he said sarcastically to his reflection in his dresser mirror. "This looks like the beginning of another lovely day, don't you agree?"
He stared long and hard into his own bottle-green eyes and wondered what She was doing right now. Chuckling at the stupidity of his thoughts, he got a glimpse of the purple envelope on the floor next to his bed and wondered what to about it. Nothing would stop him from returning to Hogwarts in September. Nothing. That school was the only thing that kept him sane. He could hardly handle the Dursleys over the summer holidays, let alone year round. And he wasn't one to be afraid of danger, especially since he and his friends had faced so many dangers in his years at Hogwarts. He shuddered at the thought of this school year coming to an end, his last year at Hogwarts. What would he do then? He had always had thoughts of becoming an auror or even a professional Quidditch player if that was possible, since he had become a very talented seeker as a result of all the training he's been through. But he knew that he would miss the endless hallways, the winding staircases, and even Peeves the troublesome poltergeist. He would forever be grateful for the year that he received his acceptance letter. With an enormous sigh, he got dressed and dragged his feet down the stairs to breakfast.
And at this very moment, as Harry buttered a pathetic scrap of burnt toast, a dark wizard was plotting revenge upon the boy, the ultimate revenge that would prove that all of his suffering had not been in vain. Voldemort would make Harry feel the pain of a thousand deaths, and would make sure that he'd bear with the memory of it for the rest of his miserable life.
"must…find…the boy…" a whisper glided on the wind to the ears if no one. "revenge…must kill…can't give up…until…he…suffers…" the voice like that of a snake, cold, hard, and ugly.
The creature, a disgusting, filthy, scabby leech-like being, was slithering among the cabbages and carrot tops of an unknown wizard's family garden. It was searching for something, someone in particular, helpless, needy, and for the first time in its life: afraid. It's blood-red eyes glowed with defenselessness as it slowly made its way towards the house.
"Deeeear! I'm going outside to get the vegetables for the salad!" called a man that was exiting the tiny cottage. He walked around the side of the house and used his wand to gather them. Just as the last of the radishes were floating into a basket in his hand, he heard an utterly disturbing noise. It was so foul, like a screech of pain from a creature that couldn't be human. It started at a low ring and then swelled into a crescendo of unbearable pain and evil. The poor man dropped his basket and let the vegetables tumble away so that he could press his hands to his ears with fright. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he staggered backwards and slammed into the wall of his home. The last thing that he remembered was a flash of green light and then it was over.
A different man straightened up to enter the wizard's house. Yes, he looked the same, but there was something a little off about him, one couldn't tell exactly what. And as this man opened the back door to step inside, he let his blood-red eyes take one last look around the deserted garden. Voldemort had found yet another host to feed off of.
I like this chapter! But sadly, no one has been reading my story! * boohoo * PLEASE R&R!!! More chapters are coming! Ooo, I can't wait!
"BREAKFAST!!!" came the screech of Harry's aunt Dursley and he was unpleasantly jerked awake. He must have dosed off while reading. She banged on the door with the broom that she was carrying and went on shrieking like a maniac, trying to get him out of bed. He sat up rather groggily and rubbed the sleep out of his tired eyes. With an enormous yawn, he glanced at the still staring Hedwig and smiled sleepily. "HURRY UP, YOU LAZY MAGGOT" He jumped with surprise and had to hold onto the bedpost to keep from tumbling to the ground. Even at the age of 17, the Dursleys were completely devoid of any respect for the teenage wizard.
"I'm up!" he croaked back with a slight smile. He was all too familiar with this torture. With another exhausted yawn, he stretched his arms above his head before attempting to stand up, failing miserably, and trying again. He heard his aunt grumble grumpily and stomp down the stairs to prepare a meal for her "perfect" son, Dudley. He rubbed his head and ran his fingers through his untidy hair as he felt his bedside table for his glasses. Discovering that they were missing, he panicked before remembering that he was already wearing them. He laughed at himself and was finally successful in heaving himself out of his bed. He slouched around the room, bumping into his dresser and stepping painfully on one of his eagle feather quills, searching for some clean clothes. He was obviously not a morning person.
"Good morning sunshine" he said sarcastically to his reflection in his dresser mirror. "This looks like the beginning of another lovely day, don't you agree?"
He stared long and hard into his own bottle-green eyes and wondered what She was doing right now. Chuckling at the stupidity of his thoughts, he got a glimpse of the purple envelope on the floor next to his bed and wondered what to about it. Nothing would stop him from returning to Hogwarts in September. Nothing. That school was the only thing that kept him sane. He could hardly handle the Dursleys over the summer holidays, let alone year round. And he wasn't one to be afraid of danger, especially since he and his friends had faced so many dangers in his years at Hogwarts. He shuddered at the thought of this school year coming to an end, his last year at Hogwarts. What would he do then? He had always had thoughts of becoming an auror or even a professional Quidditch player if that was possible, since he had become a very talented seeker as a result of all the training he's been through. But he knew that he would miss the endless hallways, the winding staircases, and even Peeves the troublesome poltergeist. He would forever be grateful for the year that he received his acceptance letter. With an enormous sigh, he got dressed and dragged his feet down the stairs to breakfast.
And at this very moment, as Harry buttered a pathetic scrap of burnt toast, a dark wizard was plotting revenge upon the boy, the ultimate revenge that would prove that all of his suffering had not been in vain. Voldemort would make Harry feel the pain of a thousand deaths, and would make sure that he'd bear with the memory of it for the rest of his miserable life.
"must…find…the boy…" a whisper glided on the wind to the ears if no one. "revenge…must kill…can't give up…until…he…suffers…" the voice like that of a snake, cold, hard, and ugly.
The creature, a disgusting, filthy, scabby leech-like being, was slithering among the cabbages and carrot tops of an unknown wizard's family garden. It was searching for something, someone in particular, helpless, needy, and for the first time in its life: afraid. It's blood-red eyes glowed with defenselessness as it slowly made its way towards the house.
"Deeeear! I'm going outside to get the vegetables for the salad!" called a man that was exiting the tiny cottage. He walked around the side of the house and used his wand to gather them. Just as the last of the radishes were floating into a basket in his hand, he heard an utterly disturbing noise. It was so foul, like a screech of pain from a creature that couldn't be human. It started at a low ring and then swelled into a crescendo of unbearable pain and evil. The poor man dropped his basket and let the vegetables tumble away so that he could press his hands to his ears with fright. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he staggered backwards and slammed into the wall of his home. The last thing that he remembered was a flash of green light and then it was over.
A different man straightened up to enter the wizard's house. Yes, he looked the same, but there was something a little off about him, one couldn't tell exactly what. And as this man opened the back door to step inside, he let his blood-red eyes take one last look around the deserted garden. Voldemort had found yet another host to feed off of.
I like this chapter! But sadly, no one has been reading my story! * boohoo * PLEASE R&R!!! More chapters are coming! Ooo, I can't wait!