Story Title: Evil walks amongst us Summary: ( AU and PG-13 ) We got tired of happy (unbelievable) endings, have a read! Authors: Princess-snake and Lilybbee Rating: PG-13 cos we say so!

A few things to remember Italics are me, Hannah (Princess-snake) And bold is me! LILY!!

Hannah: Yesss. ^ anyway, things to remember, I hate stupid people, so Ron won't be in this fic *Ron fangirls attempt to bash Hannah with sticks and placards that read, "Ron is NOT stupid"* (joke)

Lily: Yes he will, he just wont be stupid, that's all *Fangirls huddle and have a quick discussion, lead fangirl, (wearing I heart Ron t-shirt) walks out of huddle, 'That's acceptable' * Good, everyone is happy

Ron: I'm not

Hannah: Quiet you, *kicks Ron in the shin*

Lily: *Rolls eyes* Anyway..

Hannah: Oh yeah, flashbacks are *blah* starred

Lily: quotes from the books or wherever are "blah" in double speech marks

Hannah: Speaking is in single speech marks 'blah'

Hannah: Now remember children, we don't own Harry Potter, sue me and all you get is my coursework and my books (do you really want my brick sized maths book, do you?)

Lily: Now end of year tests are over (YAY!) it means we will probably update more (Err.yay again!)

Hannah: Now, on with the fic!

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Chapter one, Bring me to life

The final Deatheater stepped forwards and rubbed his sweaty hands on non- descript black robes. He looked hesitantly at the Celtic snake amulet suspended in midair, surrounded by a pulsing poison green light. The Deatheater took another hesitant step forwards and tried to make sure he didn't look at the bodies.

'One more person, Heron, that is all our master needs.' The dark figure seated in the black polished throne whispered.

'My, my Lord, have I not always, always been loyal to you,' A breathy voice asked from behind the frozen lips of a polished silver mask.

'Christopher, you will be part of so much more this way, you will bring our Master back to life,' The figure said, his voice cold and proud, 'Is that not worth your miserable life?'

'I-I yes my Lord.' The Deatheater, Christopher Heron, took too more steps forward, reached out, and touched the glowing amulet.

Loud screaming erupted from the man, there was a noise of tearing flesh and blood splattered across the walls. The figure in the chair relaxed his grip on the wand.

'That is it Master.' He said, sliding off the cold black chair and down the step to the dais. He took the amulet in his hands.

'You have done well for me my son.' A soft, whispering voice replied from the carved green object. 'That is all I need, now I am strong enough.'

'I have forever been your faithful servant. It was you who gave me my body Master. It is you who will rule us Master.'

'I have news for you my son, good news you will be proud to hear.'

'What, what is it?'

'It is Hogwarts,' The voice said, 'Hogwarts is ready to be taken.'

Hannah: Wow, I think we wrote more a/n than story, oh well!

Lily: It was supposed to be like that, we were being dramatic, read and review people!!