Chapter 1
He was in. Nothing was stopping him now. Already he was on his way to becoming one of the most powerful wizards of his time. He would show everyone what he was.
Death was now a part of him as no one else. He could kill and feel no remorse. He was invincible.
He stole into the house. It was dark. Shadows played across the walls as if silent music guided them along. He turned the corner and crept up the stairs. Focusing on the door ahead of him he walked faster. As he opened the door he heard a noise.
Smiling in his new body. The fit not quite as tall as he was used to, he made his way to the bed and the beautiful woman who lay asleep on the bed. Alice Twiddle.
Content he watched her sleep, so pretty she was. It was a shame that he had to kill her husband. But he had done it so nicely too. A quick point of his wand and a muttered curse. The man hadn't even a chance.
Rustling Alice shifted in her sleep she opened her eyes. Startled at what she saw there, but only for a minute. " Devlin."
Harry woke from his dream. It had been an entire summer since he had felt anything remotely connected with Voldemort. Ever since the school year ended he had been totally at peace.
' Why would it start up now,' he asked to his ceiling. Nearby in her cage Hedwig hooted. Harry gave her a glance, ' Sorry if I woke you up.' She turned her snowy white head in disdain.
Harry heaved a sigh into his pillow. Number 4 Privet Drive was extremely quiet tonight. Not that it was any different from any other this summer. He supposed that it would change tomorrow though. Ron and Ginny were coming for him.
The last time too, he mused. All three of them, Harry, Hermione and Ron were entering their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. They had been through so much together. Running around the school, getting into trouble with the teachers and fellow students.
And soon he would be off on his own. He would be losing the only home he had ever known. The only place that he had ever felt close to his parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were great too he thought, but they tended to smother. Mrs. Weasley in particular.
Unable to sleep now with all those thoughts rushing around inside his head Harry stood up and walked around his room. The smallest bedroom that number 4 Privet drive had to offer. The Dursley's had only given it to him when they learned about what Harry and his kind could do.
Turning Harry nearly bumped into the small dresser that had been dumped in his room while he had been at school. Lifting his head Harry saw his reflection in the mirror. Taller now he was five ten. His green eyes that he had gotten from his mother stared out at him, emotions swirling. His hair was on end as normal. He never could straighten it down. Everyone said that he looked like his father. If only he could say that.
Harry's thoughts turned to Sirius. His godfather. It still was hard to believe that he was dead. Sirius had been his only link to his parents. Shaking off the feelings of sorrow he heaved him self down on the bed and turned his thoughts back to the woman named Alice Twiddle.
He was in. Nothing was stopping him now. Already he was on his way to becoming one of the most powerful wizards of his time. He would show everyone what he was.
Death was now a part of him as no one else. He could kill and feel no remorse. He was invincible.
He stole into the house. It was dark. Shadows played across the walls as if silent music guided them along. He turned the corner and crept up the stairs. Focusing on the door ahead of him he walked faster. As he opened the door he heard a noise.
Smiling in his new body. The fit not quite as tall as he was used to, he made his way to the bed and the beautiful woman who lay asleep on the bed. Alice Twiddle.
Content he watched her sleep, so pretty she was. It was a shame that he had to kill her husband. But he had done it so nicely too. A quick point of his wand and a muttered curse. The man hadn't even a chance.
Rustling Alice shifted in her sleep she opened her eyes. Startled at what she saw there, but only for a minute. " Devlin."
Harry woke from his dream. It had been an entire summer since he had felt anything remotely connected with Voldemort. Ever since the school year ended he had been totally at peace.
' Why would it start up now,' he asked to his ceiling. Nearby in her cage Hedwig hooted. Harry gave her a glance, ' Sorry if I woke you up.' She turned her snowy white head in disdain.
Harry heaved a sigh into his pillow. Number 4 Privet Drive was extremely quiet tonight. Not that it was any different from any other this summer. He supposed that it would change tomorrow though. Ron and Ginny were coming for him.
The last time too, he mused. All three of them, Harry, Hermione and Ron were entering their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. They had been through so much together. Running around the school, getting into trouble with the teachers and fellow students.
And soon he would be off on his own. He would be losing the only home he had ever known. The only place that he had ever felt close to his parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were great too he thought, but they tended to smother. Mrs. Weasley in particular.
Unable to sleep now with all those thoughts rushing around inside his head Harry stood up and walked around his room. The smallest bedroom that number 4 Privet drive had to offer. The Dursley's had only given it to him when they learned about what Harry and his kind could do.
Turning Harry nearly bumped into the small dresser that had been dumped in his room while he had been at school. Lifting his head Harry saw his reflection in the mirror. Taller now he was five ten. His green eyes that he had gotten from his mother stared out at him, emotions swirling. His hair was on end as normal. He never could straighten it down. Everyone said that he looked like his father. If only he could say that.
Harry's thoughts turned to Sirius. His godfather. It still was hard to believe that he was dead. Sirius had been his only link to his parents. Shaking off the feelings of sorrow he heaved him self down on the bed and turned his thoughts back to the woman named Alice Twiddle.