Disclaimer: All characters used in this fan fiction definitely belong to JK
Rowling because I am nowhere near that creative!!!!! I am just borrowing
them, no harm intended.
1 Harry Potter and the Year of Confusion
By ArtGirl
Harry heard shouts and screams all around him as the voice approached his compartment, but he knew it was Voldemort from the beginning. Only his voice could contain that much hatred for anyone.
"Potter, I know you're on this train! If you don't show yourself now, then I'm going to start killing your little friends here until you do!" Voldemort's cold voice echoed throughout the train.
Harry's scar still continued to burn, but he knew what he had to do. The train was still moving toward the Hogsmeade station, but they would never make it in time to get any real help. The only way to stop Voldemort from killing every student on the Hogwarts Express was for Harry himself to stop him.
Harry gathered up his wits and pulled out his wand, but as he began to stand up a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"You don't have to do this Harry!" Hermione whispered frantically, "At least think about it first!"
Harry looked Hermione in her desperately searching eyes before he answered, "Yes, I do. If I can at least distract him long enough for the train to get to the station, then everyone else will be okay."
"No, we're not going to let you do this alone!" Ron spoke up, "At least let us help you!"
"No! You can't. I don't want you to get hurt. It's me he's after, he'd just kill you guys right off to get you out of the way and I don't want that to happen." Harry explained frantically. "Please, you have to let me do this alone. You have to understand that Voldemort would only kill the extra people that got in his way, that's what he did to Cedric."
Harry looked down at his last statement and missed the meaningful glance that passed between Ron and Hermione.
"Then at least be careful," Hermione said as one last plea while she began crying. Harry looked up at her and nodded with a grim look on his face, and then as he turned to go again Hermione embraced him in a crushing hug, giving him one last pleading look.
Right before Harry opened the compartment door, Ron made one final statement, "Harry, don't die."
Ron's declaration was blunt, but both boys knew the deep emotional value behind it as they stared each other in the eyes and Harry finally turned and exited, making one last statement, "Stay here and be careful."
When Harry stepped into the aisle between the compartments he looked both right and left, but saw no sign of Voldemort. In fact, it was strangely quiet and Harry no longer heard his taunting remarks.
Growing even more suspicious, Harry carefully made his way toward the front of the train. He was about midway when he suddenly felt a sharp hand on his neck and felt a raspy breath on the back of his head.
"I've finally got you, Potter, and this time you won't get away!" Voldemort hissed as he turned Harry to face him.
Harry's scar was now burning even more fiercely than before and he knew he would have to do something soon, before he passed out from the pain.
"Looks like you're in a tough situation Potter. What are you planning to do? Call your mommy and daddy back from the dead to help you again?" Voldemort was really hitting Harry where it hurt with his cruel words and the pain was evident on Harry's face.
Before Voldemort could say anything else, Harry snapped out his wand and shouted, "Expelleramus!"
Voldemort was forced to drop Harry, who quickly rose to a standing positon, only a few feet from him. Harry looked beyond Voldemort for one brief second and he could see a few daring heads sticking out from compartment doors.
"Here I am Voldemort!" Harry spat nastily, "What do you want with me?" Harry was fed up with being chased by You-Know-Who and never knowing why exactly. Why had Voldemort wanted him to begin with? If he was going to die at that moment then it was better to go out being daring then to be a coward, and just maybe he could find out something he'd always wanted to know in the process.
"You, Potter, are the reason I am not ruling the world today. But that also stops today. With the end of you, I can finally take over the world and reclaim what is rightfully mine!" Voldemort replied to Harry's spontaneous and obviously desperate question.
"Really, but how could I possibly stop the great Voldemort?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"ENOUGH! Enough of this stalling!" Voldemort's refreshed anger shone through his words, "Expelleramus!"
Harry's long-forgotten wand flew from his hand and into Voldemort's. Harry looked absolutely abashed, but Voldemort was displaying a look beyond that of happiness.
"It is time Potter," Voldemort began, "time to join your parents!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a really long while! I had my wisdom teeth cut out and I just didn't feel like writing. I promise that I will try to be more punctual in posting more chapters. Please review and tell me what you think of my story. I really appreciate those reviews I have received and I will appreciate anymore that come my way!
1 Harry Potter and the Year of Confusion
By ArtGirl
Harry heard shouts and screams all around him as the voice approached his compartment, but he knew it was Voldemort from the beginning. Only his voice could contain that much hatred for anyone.
"Potter, I know you're on this train! If you don't show yourself now, then I'm going to start killing your little friends here until you do!" Voldemort's cold voice echoed throughout the train.
Harry's scar still continued to burn, but he knew what he had to do. The train was still moving toward the Hogsmeade station, but they would never make it in time to get any real help. The only way to stop Voldemort from killing every student on the Hogwarts Express was for Harry himself to stop him.
Harry gathered up his wits and pulled out his wand, but as he began to stand up a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"You don't have to do this Harry!" Hermione whispered frantically, "At least think about it first!"
Harry looked Hermione in her desperately searching eyes before he answered, "Yes, I do. If I can at least distract him long enough for the train to get to the station, then everyone else will be okay."
"No, we're not going to let you do this alone!" Ron spoke up, "At least let us help you!"
"No! You can't. I don't want you to get hurt. It's me he's after, he'd just kill you guys right off to get you out of the way and I don't want that to happen." Harry explained frantically. "Please, you have to let me do this alone. You have to understand that Voldemort would only kill the extra people that got in his way, that's what he did to Cedric."
Harry looked down at his last statement and missed the meaningful glance that passed between Ron and Hermione.
"Then at least be careful," Hermione said as one last plea while she began crying. Harry looked up at her and nodded with a grim look on his face, and then as he turned to go again Hermione embraced him in a crushing hug, giving him one last pleading look.
Right before Harry opened the compartment door, Ron made one final statement, "Harry, don't die."
Ron's declaration was blunt, but both boys knew the deep emotional value behind it as they stared each other in the eyes and Harry finally turned and exited, making one last statement, "Stay here and be careful."
When Harry stepped into the aisle between the compartments he looked both right and left, but saw no sign of Voldemort. In fact, it was strangely quiet and Harry no longer heard his taunting remarks.
Growing even more suspicious, Harry carefully made his way toward the front of the train. He was about midway when he suddenly felt a sharp hand on his neck and felt a raspy breath on the back of his head.
"I've finally got you, Potter, and this time you won't get away!" Voldemort hissed as he turned Harry to face him.
Harry's scar was now burning even more fiercely than before and he knew he would have to do something soon, before he passed out from the pain.
"Looks like you're in a tough situation Potter. What are you planning to do? Call your mommy and daddy back from the dead to help you again?" Voldemort was really hitting Harry where it hurt with his cruel words and the pain was evident on Harry's face.
Before Voldemort could say anything else, Harry snapped out his wand and shouted, "Expelleramus!"
Voldemort was forced to drop Harry, who quickly rose to a standing positon, only a few feet from him. Harry looked beyond Voldemort for one brief second and he could see a few daring heads sticking out from compartment doors.
"Here I am Voldemort!" Harry spat nastily, "What do you want with me?" Harry was fed up with being chased by You-Know-Who and never knowing why exactly. Why had Voldemort wanted him to begin with? If he was going to die at that moment then it was better to go out being daring then to be a coward, and just maybe he could find out something he'd always wanted to know in the process.
"You, Potter, are the reason I am not ruling the world today. But that also stops today. With the end of you, I can finally take over the world and reclaim what is rightfully mine!" Voldemort replied to Harry's spontaneous and obviously desperate question.
"Really, but how could I possibly stop the great Voldemort?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"ENOUGH! Enough of this stalling!" Voldemort's refreshed anger shone through his words, "Expelleramus!"
Harry's long-forgotten wand flew from his hand and into Voldemort's. Harry looked absolutely abashed, but Voldemort was displaying a look beyond that of happiness.
"It is time Potter," Voldemort began, "time to join your parents!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a really long while! I had my wisdom teeth cut out and I just didn't feel like writing. I promise that I will try to be more punctual in posting more chapters. Please review and tell me what you think of my story. I really appreciate those reviews I have received and I will appreciate anymore that come my way!