1 Why Voldemort Was After Harry Potter
Chapter Two
By Fizzyglitter
A/N: My story about why Voldie is after Harry Potter was so successful, I decided to make a second chapter. (this has 34 reviews! My other stories have reviews like, **coughcough**onetwoandfifteen**coughcough**
I'm not sure what this chapter is going to be about yet, I'm just making it up as I go along.
When all of you said that Voldemort should have killed Trelawney, I didn't kill her in my fanfiction because in the books, she's still alive… of course. As I was reading the fanfiction, I started to think to myself, "geez, shoulda used another psychic… sigh."
D/C: I don't own the stuff owned by Jk Rowling! Duh! (Sigh)
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As you know already, Harry's parents were killed by Voldemort with one of the three forbidden curses. Why exactly, is a mystery to all. (That we know, anyway).
I give you, another theory why this tragedy occurred.
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Time: When Riddle lived at Hogwarts.
Tom Marvolo Riddle sat at his divination desk, listening to his divination teacher.
"As you can see, the crystal ball in front of you has swirling mist. As you look into the swirling mist, you should see some forms. Now, you may interpret the forms in the mist by your book of omens, or you may interpret it just by looking at it; there should be a scene or someone talking…"
By the time the teacher had finished, it was practically the end of class.
"Class, before you go, I would like you to take a look into your crystal ball, to see wether you were listening to me or not."
The class groaned, and started to watch their crystal ball impatiently.
Tom seeped into the swirling mists of the crystal ball, willing something to show up.
Suddenly, he saw it.
"'… kill … time to kill…'
A boy, wide eyed, was running up the stairs to where a strange voice seemed to be coming from, two others in trail; a girl with messy brown hair and a boy with red hair and freckles.
'Harry, what are we –'
'SHH!'
The boy, Harry, looked as if he was listening to something.
'… I smell blood … I SMELL BLOOD!'
'it's going to kill someone!' yelled the boy."
The image faded out, and another one came.
"'His name's Harry Potter…' came a voice out of the swirling mists.
'Is it… it couldn't be… Harry Potter? Bless me!' came another voice.
'Poor child, his parents were killed so long ago…' whispered another."
The voices stopped and he was left there, gaping into his crystal….
"Mr Riddle! Mr Riddle!" the voice penetrated his thoughts.
He quickly snapped out of it.
"What is it?"
"Class ended fifteen minutes ago, and I think you really should be gone by now, you need to get to your next class!" pointed out the teacher.
"OK, thanks Professor." And with that he picked up his things and walked to his next class.
"Well, yeh know what I mean…" Rubeus Hagrid walked past Riddle.
"Hey Hagrid!"
He turned around. "Yes, Riddle?"
"Since when do you talk to mudbloods… but then again, you are one already so I guess you could speak to your own kind… couldn't you?"
"It's a bit rich comin' from yeh, Riddle. An' don' insult me friends!"
"Are you calling me a mudblood, Hagrid? Oh, and I can insult whomever I like."
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Time: Night of Potter's Attack.
"Malfoy, bring me my wand."
Malfoy hobbled over with Voldemort's wand. He hobbled, because he had been hit with the cruciatus curse twice when he said that he didn't believe that this boy, Harry Potter, could do so much damage.
"Wormtail. Hand me my book."
He scurried over with a large leather-bound book.
Voldemort crossed a name off a list contained in the book. The list was labelled: "People we need to kill." Although little did he know that some things don't turn out the way you want them to.
That night they arrived at Godric's Hollow. The tragedy occurred. It appeared that Riddle perished, but that is wrong… very wrong…
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A/N: So, now you know. (Oooh, I'm going to make that the ending author note for this ficcy! ()
Chapter Two
By Fizzyglitter
A/N: My story about why Voldie is after Harry Potter was so successful, I decided to make a second chapter. (this has 34 reviews! My other stories have reviews like, **coughcough**onetwoandfifteen**coughcough**
I'm not sure what this chapter is going to be about yet, I'm just making it up as I go along.
When all of you said that Voldemort should have killed Trelawney, I didn't kill her in my fanfiction because in the books, she's still alive… of course. As I was reading the fanfiction, I started to think to myself, "geez, shoulda used another psychic… sigh."
D/C: I don't own the stuff owned by Jk Rowling! Duh! (Sigh)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As you know already, Harry's parents were killed by Voldemort with one of the three forbidden curses. Why exactly, is a mystery to all. (That we know, anyway).
I give you, another theory why this tragedy occurred.
*~*~*~*~*
Time: When Riddle lived at Hogwarts.
Tom Marvolo Riddle sat at his divination desk, listening to his divination teacher.
"As you can see, the crystal ball in front of you has swirling mist. As you look into the swirling mist, you should see some forms. Now, you may interpret the forms in the mist by your book of omens, or you may interpret it just by looking at it; there should be a scene or someone talking…"
By the time the teacher had finished, it was practically the end of class.
"Class, before you go, I would like you to take a look into your crystal ball, to see wether you were listening to me or not."
The class groaned, and started to watch their crystal ball impatiently.
Tom seeped into the swirling mists of the crystal ball, willing something to show up.
Suddenly, he saw it.
"'… kill … time to kill…'
A boy, wide eyed, was running up the stairs to where a strange voice seemed to be coming from, two others in trail; a girl with messy brown hair and a boy with red hair and freckles.
'Harry, what are we –'
'SHH!'
The boy, Harry, looked as if he was listening to something.
'… I smell blood … I SMELL BLOOD!'
'it's going to kill someone!' yelled the boy."
The image faded out, and another one came.
"'His name's Harry Potter…' came a voice out of the swirling mists.
'Is it… it couldn't be… Harry Potter? Bless me!' came another voice.
'Poor child, his parents were killed so long ago…' whispered another."
The voices stopped and he was left there, gaping into his crystal….
"Mr Riddle! Mr Riddle!" the voice penetrated his thoughts.
He quickly snapped out of it.
"What is it?"
"Class ended fifteen minutes ago, and I think you really should be gone by now, you need to get to your next class!" pointed out the teacher.
"OK, thanks Professor." And with that he picked up his things and walked to his next class.
"Well, yeh know what I mean…" Rubeus Hagrid walked past Riddle.
"Hey Hagrid!"
He turned around. "Yes, Riddle?"
"Since when do you talk to mudbloods… but then again, you are one already so I guess you could speak to your own kind… couldn't you?"
"It's a bit rich comin' from yeh, Riddle. An' don' insult me friends!"
"Are you calling me a mudblood, Hagrid? Oh, and I can insult whomever I like."
*~*~*~*~*
Time: Night of Potter's Attack.
"Malfoy, bring me my wand."
Malfoy hobbled over with Voldemort's wand. He hobbled, because he had been hit with the cruciatus curse twice when he said that he didn't believe that this boy, Harry Potter, could do so much damage.
"Wormtail. Hand me my book."
He scurried over with a large leather-bound book.
Voldemort crossed a name off a list contained in the book. The list was labelled: "People we need to kill." Although little did he know that some things don't turn out the way you want them to.
That night they arrived at Godric's Hollow. The tragedy occurred. It appeared that Riddle perished, but that is wrong… very wrong…
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A/N: So, now you know. (Oooh, I'm going to make that the ending author note for this ficcy! ()