Disclaimer: All the characters in this story that are J.K. Rowling's belong
to her. You know what I mean.
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Harry Potter gazed thoughtfully out the slots his bedroom window. The window was boarded up with cardboard and the few spaces let in slivers of moonlight. Harry fingered his covers and let out a deep sigh.
You see, Harry was no normal boy. He was a wizard. At the age of one he had somehow survived the Adava Kedavra curse, and had sent the greatest evil wizard of his time into hiding.
And so, when Harry spent his summers at his cousin's The Dursleys house, their fear of him drove them to near insanity, putting five locks on his door and boarding up his window. They took away his wand and trunk, leaving him to brood alone in his room.
Footsteps sounded down the hall and Harry jumped out of bed. He made his way quietly to the door and waited for a small morsel to be slid underneath the door. The plug of cardboard and various pieces of floor planks were put back into place, and the thin hand that brought the food quickly withdrew. Footsteps could be heard fading away and Harry grabbed the plate of food and went over to his bed. He slowly ate the rotting apple and the moldy crackers, savoring their terrible taste.
His thin body was crossed with lines of moonlight, and his bright green eyes could be seen glowing. Once the food was gone he placed the plate by the door and crawled underneath the covers. He closed his eyes and waited for the nightmares to come.the haunting.
Voldemort stood above the death eaters, surveying.
"Lucius, come here."
"Yes, my lord."
"Lucius, where is Potter?"
"At home, sir."
"Oh? And how did he get there?"
"By muggle car, my lord."
"Yes, but who let my dear Potter get there?"
"Oh."
"Lucius! You disappointed me, Lucius. You let him get away. Crucio!"
Lucius writhed on the floor in pain. Tears flowed down his face. "My lord, my lord, please! I am sorry! Yes, I failed."
"Stop!" Voldermort withdrew the curse and walked over to Lucius, who was still contorted in pain. "You failed, Lucius? Did you?"
"Y-y-yes my lord."
"Yes, you did. You see, my children? This is what you get if you fail." You grimaced at the man lying on the floor. The deatheaters nodded their heads. "So, my loyal supporters, you have a task. Potter is momentarily sleeping in his bed. Your job is to kill him. Kill him. Have so mercy for that family of his. Have no mercy. Don't fail."
"Yes, my lord."
Voldemort dissapperated.
Author's notes: ok, so this is my first fic so don't be too hard on me.Please read and review! I won't continue unless I know that someone is reading my story because you know.I don't really want to be writing for nobody.
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Harry Potter gazed thoughtfully out the slots his bedroom window. The window was boarded up with cardboard and the few spaces let in slivers of moonlight. Harry fingered his covers and let out a deep sigh.
You see, Harry was no normal boy. He was a wizard. At the age of one he had somehow survived the Adava Kedavra curse, and had sent the greatest evil wizard of his time into hiding.
And so, when Harry spent his summers at his cousin's The Dursleys house, their fear of him drove them to near insanity, putting five locks on his door and boarding up his window. They took away his wand and trunk, leaving him to brood alone in his room.
Footsteps sounded down the hall and Harry jumped out of bed. He made his way quietly to the door and waited for a small morsel to be slid underneath the door. The plug of cardboard and various pieces of floor planks were put back into place, and the thin hand that brought the food quickly withdrew. Footsteps could be heard fading away and Harry grabbed the plate of food and went over to his bed. He slowly ate the rotting apple and the moldy crackers, savoring their terrible taste.
His thin body was crossed with lines of moonlight, and his bright green eyes could be seen glowing. Once the food was gone he placed the plate by the door and crawled underneath the covers. He closed his eyes and waited for the nightmares to come.the haunting.
Voldemort stood above the death eaters, surveying.
"Lucius, come here."
"Yes, my lord."
"Lucius, where is Potter?"
"At home, sir."
"Oh? And how did he get there?"
"By muggle car, my lord."
"Yes, but who let my dear Potter get there?"
"Oh."
"Lucius! You disappointed me, Lucius. You let him get away. Crucio!"
Lucius writhed on the floor in pain. Tears flowed down his face. "My lord, my lord, please! I am sorry! Yes, I failed."
"Stop!" Voldermort withdrew the curse and walked over to Lucius, who was still contorted in pain. "You failed, Lucius? Did you?"
"Y-y-yes my lord."
"Yes, you did. You see, my children? This is what you get if you fail." You grimaced at the man lying on the floor. The deatheaters nodded their heads. "So, my loyal supporters, you have a task. Potter is momentarily sleeping in his bed. Your job is to kill him. Kill him. Have so mercy for that family of his. Have no mercy. Don't fail."
"Yes, my lord."
Voldemort dissapperated.
Author's notes: ok, so this is my first fic so don't be too hard on me.Please read and review! I won't continue unless I know that someone is reading my story because you know.I don't really want to be writing for nobody.