Harry Potter and the Beginning
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Author's Note:
I shall tell you this right now. You will be totally shocked with this chapter if you were shocked about Dumbledore's death. How do you fell about that anyway's? Well, ^^ I think this has been done before with what's about to happen here. Don't stop when you read. This is the last chapter of this story… I will get with the sequel easily. That story will be called Harry Potter and the Baby. It'll be maybe about twelve chapters as well… Then the third sequel will be called Harry Potter and the Isla de Secreto. Then it'll go from there… This is a chapter you DON'T want to miss. It is crucial to the story.
Isla de Secreto means Secret Island. ^^
'M SO clever. Hee, hee!
Watching, Waiting…
Quietly lingering, I watch my "prey",
Knowing they shall not live another day.
Planning evil tactics, sneaking behind their backs,
Having found ways to get him back.
Watching sneakily, waiting patiently,
Not wanting to wait for the catastrophe.
Killing him quickly, or killing him slowly,
Oh the possibilities that he would never knowingly.
I'm more powerful, Than they think,
I could kill Dumbledore with nothing less than a blink!
Sending someone else to do so helped,
Even if I wished to do it myself.
Watching him with her proves,
He will lose…
Waiting for the right time,
I have to be on the dime.
To kill him at the right moment,
I will never tell how much it should have meant…
Death to Harry Potter is close,
I shall be watching… waiting… to kill him and those of his close.
~By ME!~
Please tell me what you think… ^^
Chapter Thirteen
Watching, Waiting
He stood watching the nightmares play through his mind. He knew that he was watching his parents last night on the world. He knew that he was going to see them get killed. But he banished those thoughts as he watched his father, mother, and little Harry peacefully having a quiet dinner. One of his parents would occasionally answer the ringing doorbell to be shouted at with "Trick-or-Treat!"
He watched as his mother washed his highchair as they finished dinner and followed her up as she got him ready for bed. He heard his father walk in shortly as the little Harry started to fall asleep. He hadn't been hearing voices other than the Trick-or-Treaters but now he heard his parents.
"I just have a bad feeling tonight James… Do you think that Peter is trustworthy? I mean… the way he's been acting lately is worrying me… And with your secret assignments from Dumbledore… Is it just me?" Lily said in a subdued voice.
James, his eyes worried, sighed and answered. They walked down the stairs and into the living room as he did.
"Yes. Peter's my best friend! I know that Voldemort can't find us. Peter's probably just scared… Well—" James stopped as the door burst open from a curse and a high cackling voice laughed sinisterly.
Harry stood in his seventeen-year-old body as the scenes, like so many times before, rolled through his nightmare. He followed Lily as she ran into the kitchen and was sobbing uncontrollably as Voldemort killed his sacrificing mother. He watched as the curse rebounded from his baby self to the Dark Lord. He watched as Voldemort's body disintegrated away as his shade flew away, disappearing. He calmed down after a few minutes, though he was still crying, and went to his mother's body…
He closed her pleading eyes. Eyes that had pleaded for him to live. He quickly left the crying infant and went to his father. His eyes were already closed. He walked over to the body and just stared at him for a minute.
James Potter still had his wand in his hand, gripping strongly to it. Harry turned away and was about to go back to his mother, but in the corner of his eye as he turned, James Potter's body moved! He blinked and turned back to see James still dead. He sighed as he heard Sirius Black and Hagrid in the damaged house's kitchen and went in there. He watched Sirius leave and Hagrid get onto a flying motorbike.
He went back to his father when they left and stared at his father's body in anguish. But suddenly Harry saw a few fingers twitch slightly from James' hand he shouted in alarm as he saw James Potter start to move. He stared in wonderment as he saw James walk around his house in sorrow and then hurry out the back door, never returning. Harry suddenly woke up then…
In the abandoned, crumbling house he sat and looked in his Crystal, watching as the lovers slept peacefully. He grinned sinisterly, watching them stay linked throughout the night.
"Ahh, Potter. You've finally given me something so precious to you to me to take. Tsk, tsk. Well, it is a good thing for my Death Eaters and I. Instead of a repeat of sixteen years ago.
"I can just kill her. Yes-s-s." He dragged the 's' at the end and grinned even more ominous. Turning away from his 'Toy', he averted his attention to the quivering person in front of him. "What?" he demanded boorishly as he lazily twirled his wand and watched it go 'round and 'round.
"S-s-sir th-th-there's a m-ma-man h-h-h-here t-to s-se-see you… Shall I-I l-let h-him in-n?" Wormtail asked. Voldemort nodded, not bothering to speak. Wormtail left quickly, not being able to stay in his Master's presence too long. He opened the door to be greeted with the shadowed man.
Wormtail wondered quietly who the person was… He bowed to the man with the black cloak and hood rapped around his body. Also wearing under it what appeared to be black clothing as well. The man didn't speak, but waited till the door was opened enough for him to walk through and did so, without looking back. He walked towards the seated Dark Lord with his head high, unafraid, un-feared by You-Know-Who; The Dark Lord; He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named; Voldemort. (A/n: Shudders. ~-~)
The Evil human watched through slit red glowing eyes. No. He was not human. Not in the slightest. He had no characteristics of a normal individual.
His body held no soul, no compassion, and no core of being; no essence of heart. He just was there. The man who was shadowed bowed low to the Dark Lord, not to show respect, but to keep up appearances. He came up, not taking his hood off or his cloak. He seemed to keep his eyes only on the evil… snake-like thing.
He waited till the Lord finally seemed to agree to speak.
"So… Finally coming out of hiding eh? Are you ready to finish what you had started sixteen years ago? Are you ready to… finish the job? With the Potter boy?" Voldemort (A/n: Shudders again ~-~) said questioningly. The shadowed man nodded. Voldemort grinned at the answer.
"Yes. I will finish the job… Even if I didn't start it." The man said sardonically, knowing he wouldn't be punished from this thing. He was way too powerful and important. Voldemort's grin faded to a snarl. He's way too cocky. For his own good and mine. He thought darkly. Not voicing his thoughts he pointedly ignored the man's speaking answer.
"I want him to not be dead. I want to do that. I want him almost dead. I care not what you do after bringing them to me. You can have the girl if you want.
"Do whatever… Are my orders clear?" Voldemort demanded. With an inward sigh the shadowed man nodded. He bowed low near the Dark Lord and kissed the hems of his robes. Voldemort grinned in satisfaction.
"Are my orders clear?" He demanded again.
"Yes Master." The shadowed man said. Voldemort nodded in approval.
"WORMTAIL! Have all the others gather in here!" Voldemort shouted through the door. He looked back at the shadowed man. From his shoulders the Dark Lord could see his hatred towards the name he had just shouted. He grinned. He watched silently as all the Death Eaters crowded inside the room and semi-circled them, facing him and the shadowed man. After all was silent Voldemort spoke.
"Welcome to this evening's meeting. Tonight I want you to welcome back the Death Eater of Sixteen years ago… Please, take off your hood."
The man did as asked and slowly lowered his hood, but his face was bent. The only recognisable feature was the unruly black hair. Some who could recognise things quickly gasped and stepped back. The man raised his head. He had a slight five o' clock shadow, but his thick glasses and brown eyes were easily recognised; everyone, after getting a good look at him, were shocked.
Standing in front of them was someone who should have been dead. Someone, who, they were told for years, was killed by Voldemort. Many had seen him come out of Voldemort's wand from the duel three years ago. That person who shouldn't have been there at that moment. The person who not many had known about and weren't very sure about sixteen years ago.
Standing in front of them was none other than James Potter…
~Fin~
Since I don't believe many read the Author's Note, I'm posting it again…
Author's Note:
I shall tell you this right now. You will be totally shocked with this chapter if you were shocked about Dumbledore's death. How do you fell about that anyway's? Well, ^^ I think this has been done before with what's about to happen here. Don't stop when you read. This is the last chapter of this story… I will get with the sequel easily. That story will be called Harry Potter and the Baby. It'll be maybe about twelve chapters as well… Then the third sequel will be called Harry Potter and the Isla de Secreto. Then it'll go from there… This is a chapter you DON'T want to miss. It is crucial to the story.