Harry Potter and the Days of Darkness Chapter 1
Summers with the Dursley family were always hard. Summers with Aunt Marge were even worse. Whenever she came to visit, Harry Potter, celebrity of the wizarding world, the Boy Who Lived, found himself doing what he always did. Counting the days till her departure.
Though Marge wasn't part of Harry's family, as she was his Uncle Vernon's sister, she insisted on being called 'Aunt'. However, this time, Harry couldn't have cared less that she was here. He had just completed his fifth year, the first year since Lord Voldemort had arisen, as a winner. Once again he had bested the Dark Lord.
"So, Marge, where's er…Ripper?" Aunt Petunia asked politely, sipping tea.
"Dead," Marge grunted. Harry saw relief seep through his aunt's face. For the first time, they agreed on something, though not for the same reason. Petunia, who was obsessed about keeping everything as neat as a pin, hated the dog because it was too messy. Harry hated it because it was trained to attack him on sight.
"How'd he die?" Dudley, Harry's fat cousin, asked.
"Overweight," Marge said. "Least, that's what that crackpot vet said. Don't believe a word of it, I don't" Nobody bothered to ask what she believed happened to her dog. Harry really didn't care. All he wanted to do was get through the day, and crawl into bed, waiting for another day to pass.
H A R R Y P O T T E R
Hermione-
Mum says you can come soon. We have an extra room, since Fred and George moved out. They got an apartment and live in Hogsmeade now. Percy's still here though. Dad says we're getting Harry as soon as possible. Sirius, according to him, is still in a coma from that accident, so he thinks Harry should get their room because of all the trauma of last year. I think it's a good idea, but that means you'll still have to stay with Ginny. Hope to see you soon
-Ron
Harry-
Mum and Dad are going to come fetch you soon. Better clear it with your aunt and uncle though. If they agree, they can come by the front door. If they don't…well, we have the Ford back. Fred and George have moved, so you're getting their room.
Cheers,
Ron
H A R R Y P O T T E R
"My Lord?" Voldemort looked up, eyes narrowing at the sight of Goyle.
"What is it?" he asked coldly. Goyle struggled not to run away.
"There's someone here to see you, m-my Lord," he stuttered. "He says it's important,"
"Very well…" Voldemort said. Goyle hesitated.
"My Lord…"
"You worry, Goyle," he interrupted. "You worry that he is a spy of Dumbledore's" Goyle nodded timidly.
"Not to worry," Voldemort said, fingering his wand. "I know how to take care of spies. Send him in,"
Goyle disappeared, moments later reappearing with a young person. "Lord Voldemort," the child greeted, bowing down. So this is my Anointed One, Voldemort thought to himself. The prophecy…
"You would so willingly come to join me now?" Voldemort asked. "After you are so close to Harry Potter?"
"Potter does not deserve to live,"
"I see," Voldemort murmured. "And pray tell me, what has he done to you that you would come from the Light to the Dark?"
"I want Potter dead as much as you do," the Ally said simply. "I believe that if you let me join you, I could help you,"
"A tempting offer," Voldemort mused. "How can I refuse?"
A/N: Whaddya think? Hmm? 10 points to who can guess who the Anointed One is!
Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowling's.