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Harry Potter and the Broken Glass
Chapter 1: Empty Places.
The blood red sunrise lit up Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a dull empty warmth filling every patch of hewn rock. In his office, a single tear ran down the countless lines of age and worry that adorned Dumbledors face. He knew of nearly everything that went on in his school. The calm mask of age and wisdom momenterily lost, as a weak wail emitted from him. He had been too late.
Countless miles away, the same sun rose; but with none of the wamth. The frozen iron light only exaggerated the extensive bruising on the limping figure that now made its way along the rough plowed fields. Barefoot, with gashes and cuts all the way up his legs, and half naked, Harry shuffled after his captor. His pale green eyes heavy, weighed down by fatige and fear.
His body shouted at him to stop, fall over and let what ever curses fly at him. Every step was becoming more and more of a struggle. A gush of wind finally unbalanced him, and he fell like a freshly cut tree, smacking his forhead sharply against the frostbitten soil.
"Get Up."
Harry complied, it wasnt a sugestion. He felt blissfully out of control. Voldemort was controlling him, all he had to worry about now was the pain.
"The more I observe you Mr Potter," said Voldemort,his voice rattling in his throat "the more i wonder how it was that a pitiful boy like yourself could ever have been thought a challenge for Lord Voldemort, you are nothing more than a frightened child," he stopped. They were drawing close to what looked like a tunnel, dug into the earth and guarded by black robed figures, standing still as stone. Voldemort muttered an incantation, and, waving his hands towards the guards sent a thick acid green flame shooting at them. It hit one slightly before the other, the first fell, burning quickly until only a charred pile was left. The second, with a chance to dodge the spell, dived out of the way whilst pulling his wand out and firing the Cruciatus curse at them.
Voldemort deflected the spell onto Harry.
Ignoring the few pleading mews of agony from behind him, he strode towards the remaining guard.
"Master, please, have mercy..." the cowering man wailed,
"Why was i able to get within ten miles of this place without question?" No answer was expected, but the terrified guard tried to explain himself "Lord, We were, i mean I was,Master it was a bit, oh oh sh..."
Harry, still under Voldemort's control couldn't look away as a flash of blinding green light glowed for an instant, and the limp robed body fell to the ground.
He thought he was going to throw up.
He had just seen two people die in frount of him. Thats how his parents had been killed. Thats how he sould have died. His feet lurched forward, carrying him towards the murderer who stood before him and they proceded down the tunnel, into the prison of empty places.
A bell tolled twice at exactly nine O'clock in the Great hall of Hogwarts. Nearly everyone was, until that point enjoying the late breakfast. In his seat at the professors table, Albus Dumbledore surveyed the chattering crowd of young people. He felt older today than ever.
His heavy heart too large a load to bare.
He struggled to his feet, shaking slightly but retaining his unreadable face. Silence. The entire hall was a sea of faces, all wondering what was to be announced, all slowly realising that what they were seeing was their unshakeable headmaster sobbing.
He mopped his brow with the edge of his rodes, and dried his eyes. "I, I have someting to... say." The quaver in his voice sent a ripple of concern through the room. what on earth could have got him so upset. A wisper started at the Gryffindor table. "he wasnt in his dorm this morning, Longbottom said" "Where is weasley?" "She must still be in the library"
A steady hissing, shhhh's and pointed fingers muted the hall again.
With one hand on the sholder of Professor McGonagall, and the other steadying himself on the table, the headmaster began to speak.
"Last night, unknown to anyone but themselves, three students made their way, alone to the third floor corridor. They were intending to protect the safty of you and I, of all our world infact, by stopping one of Voldemort's" a shocked shudder at that name hit most in the room, Dumbledore continued, ignoring the gaping mouths, and terrified faces. "Stopping Voldemort's followers from gaining access to the Philosophers Stone."
"They completed many tasks and tests, for which they should be proud, and finaly, one of them entered the final chamber, in which the stone was kept."
"He was met though, not by mearly a follower of *He who must not be named* but my Voldemort himself, inhabiting the body of our own Professor Quirrel. Har... The boy then fought admirably against the deminished power of the Dark Lord, and nearly destroyed him entirely." The shocked faces of the students and teachers grew into the beginings of a smile.
"Almost, but not entirely. Voldemort was not destroyed, and Harr... the student did not recive the help he needed in time.
With the last remains of his essence, Voldemort took the stone as part of him, restoring him to a greater power than before" the words were flowing easily now, washing over the paralysed audience "He has," Dumbledore stumbled over these last few words, a lunp in his throat forcing him to almost choak out each sylable "He, managed to, to, torture this student, until he had no choice but to obey, and, he, he, killed both students with the boy as he made his escape. We have no idea weather the boy is safe, or even alive."
He could see the question rising, bubbling to the surface. He answered before it broke the surface "The three students were, Hemione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and finaly... Harry James Potter."
There was a sob from Professor McGonagall,and a calmness in the room. The calm before a storm.
Harry Potter and the Broken Glass
Chapter 1: Empty Places.
The blood red sunrise lit up Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a dull empty warmth filling every patch of hewn rock. In his office, a single tear ran down the countless lines of age and worry that adorned Dumbledors face. He knew of nearly everything that went on in his school. The calm mask of age and wisdom momenterily lost, as a weak wail emitted from him. He had been too late.
Countless miles away, the same sun rose; but with none of the wamth. The frozen iron light only exaggerated the extensive bruising on the limping figure that now made its way along the rough plowed fields. Barefoot, with gashes and cuts all the way up his legs, and half naked, Harry shuffled after his captor. His pale green eyes heavy, weighed down by fatige and fear.
His body shouted at him to stop, fall over and let what ever curses fly at him. Every step was becoming more and more of a struggle. A gush of wind finally unbalanced him, and he fell like a freshly cut tree, smacking his forhead sharply against the frostbitten soil.
"Get Up."
Harry complied, it wasnt a sugestion. He felt blissfully out of control. Voldemort was controlling him, all he had to worry about now was the pain.
"The more I observe you Mr Potter," said Voldemort,his voice rattling in his throat "the more i wonder how it was that a pitiful boy like yourself could ever have been thought a challenge for Lord Voldemort, you are nothing more than a frightened child," he stopped. They were drawing close to what looked like a tunnel, dug into the earth and guarded by black robed figures, standing still as stone. Voldemort muttered an incantation, and, waving his hands towards the guards sent a thick acid green flame shooting at them. It hit one slightly before the other, the first fell, burning quickly until only a charred pile was left. The second, with a chance to dodge the spell, dived out of the way whilst pulling his wand out and firing the Cruciatus curse at them.
Voldemort deflected the spell onto Harry.
Ignoring the few pleading mews of agony from behind him, he strode towards the remaining guard.
"Master, please, have mercy..." the cowering man wailed,
"Why was i able to get within ten miles of this place without question?" No answer was expected, but the terrified guard tried to explain himself "Lord, We were, i mean I was,Master it was a bit, oh oh sh..."
Harry, still under Voldemort's control couldn't look away as a flash of blinding green light glowed for an instant, and the limp robed body fell to the ground.
He thought he was going to throw up.
He had just seen two people die in frount of him. Thats how his parents had been killed. Thats how he sould have died. His feet lurched forward, carrying him towards the murderer who stood before him and they proceded down the tunnel, into the prison of empty places.
A bell tolled twice at exactly nine O'clock in the Great hall of Hogwarts. Nearly everyone was, until that point enjoying the late breakfast. In his seat at the professors table, Albus Dumbledore surveyed the chattering crowd of young people. He felt older today than ever.
His heavy heart too large a load to bare.
He struggled to his feet, shaking slightly but retaining his unreadable face. Silence. The entire hall was a sea of faces, all wondering what was to be announced, all slowly realising that what they were seeing was their unshakeable headmaster sobbing.
He mopped his brow with the edge of his rodes, and dried his eyes. "I, I have someting to... say." The quaver in his voice sent a ripple of concern through the room. what on earth could have got him so upset. A wisper started at the Gryffindor table. "he wasnt in his dorm this morning, Longbottom said" "Where is weasley?" "She must still be in the library"
A steady hissing, shhhh's and pointed fingers muted the hall again.
With one hand on the sholder of Professor McGonagall, and the other steadying himself on the table, the headmaster began to speak.
"Last night, unknown to anyone but themselves, three students made their way, alone to the third floor corridor. They were intending to protect the safty of you and I, of all our world infact, by stopping one of Voldemort's" a shocked shudder at that name hit most in the room, Dumbledore continued, ignoring the gaping mouths, and terrified faces. "Stopping Voldemort's followers from gaining access to the Philosophers Stone."
"They completed many tasks and tests, for which they should be proud, and finaly, one of them entered the final chamber, in which the stone was kept."
"He was met though, not by mearly a follower of *He who must not be named* but my Voldemort himself, inhabiting the body of our own Professor Quirrel. Har... The boy then fought admirably against the deminished power of the Dark Lord, and nearly destroyed him entirely." The shocked faces of the students and teachers grew into the beginings of a smile.
"Almost, but not entirely. Voldemort was not destroyed, and Harr... the student did not recive the help he needed in time.
With the last remains of his essence, Voldemort took the stone as part of him, restoring him to a greater power than before" the words were flowing easily now, washing over the paralysed audience "He has," Dumbledore stumbled over these last few words, a lunp in his throat forcing him to almost choak out each sylable "He, managed to, to, torture this student, until he had no choice but to obey, and, he, he, killed both students with the boy as he made his escape. We have no idea weather the boy is safe, or even alive."
He could see the question rising, bubbling to the surface. He answered before it broke the surface "The three students were, Hemione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and finaly... Harry James Potter."
There was a sob from Professor McGonagall,and a calmness in the room. The calm before a storm.