Author's note- Sorry chapter 1 was so short, but the rest of the chapters
will get longer as the story progresses, trust me!
The cellar was empty and depressing to Lars. Every seldom once and a while, he regretted his mistake; becoming a death eater.
Still loyal to Voldemort thought he was, his life was full of such immense darkness that it was enough to drive any man into Hysteria; except for him.
He could live with the gaping, empty hole inside him. He could live off the thread-bare essentials of life.
He, unlike Voldemort, didn't have to live as a parasite for eleven years. And he never had to have a fearful little ass of a man resurrect him with the blood of his mortal enemy.
He was stronger than his "master", and he knew it. But he was damn near suffocation in the cellar of a cottage in the woods.
He would take revenge upon what was lost from him those many years ago.
The only one who believed in him- cared for him.
On day, one perfect, amazing day, he would kill Harry Potter.
And with that thought, he picked up a rock, threw it in the corner of the basement where a rat lay hidden in the shadows, and ate his dinner in silence.
* * * The train ride was joyful. It was unusually bright for September, and dense streams of sunlight passed through the glass panes of Harry's compartment, filling it with pleasant warmth.
Ginny slept soundly on his shoulder, her red hair glistening in the sun and her chest rising and falling as she breathed.
Ron and Hermione were playing wizard's chess off in a corner, arguing lightly about Ron's becoming a prefect.
Ron had studied quiet hard last year upon the influence of Hermione, but it was still a surprise when Harry found out.
Yet, if he didn't know better, Ron just might have been swallowing his pride about being as good as his brothers.
"I don't see why you're so upset," said Hermione as Ron's queen dragged her knight off the board and into a small pile of mutilated bishops. "Being a prefect is quite an honor."
"Maybe to you, Hermione; it only took to until our sixth year for you to become head girl," said Ron as a tiny blush filled Hermione's cheeks. "But this is ME you're talking to."
Ginny gave a small yawn and turned in her sleep. Her head fell off Harry's shoulder and he caught it in his hands just before she hit his lap.
He let out a sigh. He did not want to wake her. Absentmindedly he reached up to push his glasses off the brim of his nose.
THUMP, Ginny hit his thighs and woke with a start, quickly lifting her head. Ginny turned away from him, slightly embarrassed that she had fallen asleep on him; more or less even falling into his lap.
"S-sorry, Harry. I-I didn't mean too," stuttered Ginny, her face crimson.
"That's okay, everyone falls asleep, right?" joked Harry nervously. Ginny gave a small laugh.
She turned around, her face back to its normal peach color and smiled at him. Harry grinned back. He knew that they could be great friends.
Ginny was a nice girl, Harry thought, forgetting what he had seen at the beginning of the ride in her eyes.
Ginny was glad Ron and Hermione hadn't seen her.
The cellar was empty and depressing to Lars. Every seldom once and a while, he regretted his mistake; becoming a death eater.
Still loyal to Voldemort thought he was, his life was full of such immense darkness that it was enough to drive any man into Hysteria; except for him.
He could live with the gaping, empty hole inside him. He could live off the thread-bare essentials of life.
He, unlike Voldemort, didn't have to live as a parasite for eleven years. And he never had to have a fearful little ass of a man resurrect him with the blood of his mortal enemy.
He was stronger than his "master", and he knew it. But he was damn near suffocation in the cellar of a cottage in the woods.
He would take revenge upon what was lost from him those many years ago.
The only one who believed in him- cared for him.
On day, one perfect, amazing day, he would kill Harry Potter.
And with that thought, he picked up a rock, threw it in the corner of the basement where a rat lay hidden in the shadows, and ate his dinner in silence.
* * * The train ride was joyful. It was unusually bright for September, and dense streams of sunlight passed through the glass panes of Harry's compartment, filling it with pleasant warmth.
Ginny slept soundly on his shoulder, her red hair glistening in the sun and her chest rising and falling as she breathed.
Ron and Hermione were playing wizard's chess off in a corner, arguing lightly about Ron's becoming a prefect.
Ron had studied quiet hard last year upon the influence of Hermione, but it was still a surprise when Harry found out.
Yet, if he didn't know better, Ron just might have been swallowing his pride about being as good as his brothers.
"I don't see why you're so upset," said Hermione as Ron's queen dragged her knight off the board and into a small pile of mutilated bishops. "Being a prefect is quite an honor."
"Maybe to you, Hermione; it only took to until our sixth year for you to become head girl," said Ron as a tiny blush filled Hermione's cheeks. "But this is ME you're talking to."
Ginny gave a small yawn and turned in her sleep. Her head fell off Harry's shoulder and he caught it in his hands just before she hit his lap.
He let out a sigh. He did not want to wake her. Absentmindedly he reached up to push his glasses off the brim of his nose.
THUMP, Ginny hit his thighs and woke with a start, quickly lifting her head. Ginny turned away from him, slightly embarrassed that she had fallen asleep on him; more or less even falling into his lap.
"S-sorry, Harry. I-I didn't mean too," stuttered Ginny, her face crimson.
"That's okay, everyone falls asleep, right?" joked Harry nervously. Ginny gave a small laugh.
She turned around, her face back to its normal peach color and smiled at him. Harry grinned back. He knew that they could be great friends.
Ginny was a nice girl, Harry thought, forgetting what he had seen at the beginning of the ride in her eyes.
Ginny was glad Ron and Hermione hadn't seen her.