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I've down a bit of the next chapter as well. Hope you all review this
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Chapter 3: Attack at the Burrow
"SILENCE!" hissed something that stood draped in a long black robe. "I want nothing to go wrong." The man under the cloak looked at each of his death-eaters, his red eyes penetrating through their masks. "You all know what to do." Said Voldemort then added, "I trust Lucius that you have had the anti-apparition wards lifted?" "Yes my Lord, Fudge doesn't believe in your return. I merely told him that Dumbledore was being a panic-stricken pompous idiot." Said Lucius, a sneer set upon his face. "Stupid fool!" Voldemort cackled evilly. "Remember, kill all but Potter, the two youngest Weasleys and the Mudblood. In an hour we leave and I take my revenge!"
*****
It was early morning and Harry lay in bed scowling. What was wrong with him? He'd had an outburst one second then the next moment he was hiding in Ron's room sulking. 'Yikes talk about mood swings!' he thought. Harry turned to look a Ron who was currently mumbling something about chocolate pudding in his sleep. Harry got up and prodded Ron in the chest. "Wake up sleepy head!" he said. "I'm coming Hermione." Moaned Ron as he drifted nearer to wakening. Harry suppressed his laugh and got dressed. He walked to the mirror in the bathroom examining his new reflection. He actually didn't look half bad. Harry was running a comb through his messy hair when Ron walked in. His eyes were still jammed closed. Automatically he turned on the shower tap and climbed in fully dressed. Harry didn't have time to stop him. "Aaaah!" yelled Ron, loud enough to wake the whole house. A sopping wet, now very wide-awake Ron clambered out of the shower, soaking the floor as he scrambled for a towel. "Harry! Why didn't you stop me or better wake me up?!" Harry was still trying to absorb what Ron had just done. Obviously Hermione had some kind of effect on Ron. A loud banging on Ron's bedroom door interrupted Harry's thoughts. "Coming." He said and went to open up. Ginny and Hermione were standing there still in their nighties. "Harry is everything alright?" asked a flustered Hermione. "Where's Ron?" Harry laughed. "It's okay Hermione, you don't have to panic, come and see for yourself." Ginny walked in after Hermione and blushed when Harry grinned at her. She certainly hadn't forgotten Harry's new appearance. Hermione however was more concerned about Ron's state and was fussing over him. "Her-mi-one, I'm fine!" he muttered but it looked as if he was enjoying all the attention from her. Ginny stood awkwardly in the corner watching Ron and Hermione with an expression of.envy? Upon her face. Harry cleared his throat. "So.Ginny wanna go for a walk? I think the two lovebirds need some time." "Sure." She said surprising Harry. "I'll meet you in the kitchen in fifteen minutes." Harry's stomach flip-flopped and he stared after Ginny as she walked out of the door. He pushed the familiar 'Cho feeling' aside. Harry rolled his eyes as he walked past Ron and Hermione. After hurriedly brushing his teeth and yanking on a pair of socks and sneakers. He tiptoed down the stairs thinking that the Weasleys were still asleep. Harry was astonished to find everyone besides Ron and Hermione seated at the scrubbed wooden table. They were all still not used to Harry's new looks and tried to avoid meeting his eyes. Fred and George on the other hand thought that this was the most spectacular joke and kept trying to ask Harry how he did it. Just then Ginny walked into the kitchen. "Mum," she started, "Harry and I are." Ginny never got to finish her sentence. A loud bang followed by a violent tremor shook the burrow and threw everyone to the ground. A couple of thuds announced the arrival of Ron and Hermione who had just hit the kitchen floor after a long tumble down the stairs. A sudden burst of pain shot through Harry's scar making him clutch his forehead tightly. Ron stared at Harry. "I-I-it can't be!" he gasped Mr Weasley confirmed Ron's suspicions after sneaking a quick glance out the kitchen window. "Death-Eaters!" he said. His voice quivered in shock. Harry peered out of the window then added, " and Voldemort." The last word brought horrified gasps to all faces present. "Molly, take everyone upstairs now!" yelled Mr Weasley as he fumbled for his wand. Harry dashed up the stairs. He however had not done so to avoid another encounter with Voldemort but rather to snatch up his wand. Harry raced back in to the kitchen just as the others were going up. "Come on Harry!" Hermione's voice was urgent. "NO!" he retaliated and followed Mr Weasley to the door. "Go Harry!" shouted Arthur. Harry shook his head stubbornly and marched straight out the door ahead of Mr Weasley who swore violently and followed. In front of Harry marched ten death-eaters and.Voldemort. He strode amongst them, towering tall, cloaked and hooded. Once again Harry's scar erupted in pain. He froze, clenched his hand on his wand and watched the mob through watering eyes approach. A cold high laugh broke the silence. Mr Weasley was white as a sheet and quivered in fear. The death-eaters surrounding the Dark Lord cackled maliciously and spread out to surround Harry and Mr Weasley. Voldemort approached Harry. His gleaming red eyes were narrowed to slits and he wore a sneer upon his hideous face. "We meet yet again Potter." He spoke. Harry glared back in to those eyes not allowing his attention to waver. "You have grown into an exact replica of your father. Perhaps a death like his awaits you?" asked Voldemort. Harry snorted. "Are you going to kill me Voldemort, because remember what happened when you waited too long last time.oh yeah and a couple of other times before that?!" Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw all the Weasleys and Hermione peering out a top window of the burrow. Their expressions were that of utmost terror and anxiety. Fear overriding the later. Unfortunately Voldemort had followed Harry's split-second glance. "Lucius, Avery, fetch the rest now!" he said pointing a long, thin finger at the window. If possible Mr Weasley paled even more and opened his mouth as if to speak. "Aaaah, Arthur have you got something you want to tell us per chance?" asked Voldemort, an unnatural grin spreading across his features. Harry's rage boiled, "Leave them alone Tom, your fight remains with me!" Voldemort turned to Harry, his grin no longer apparent. "You will do well to show me respect Potter! He hissed in no more than a whisper. "Show you respect! Excuse me but from you I do believe I have absolutely NOTHING to respect! Why, why tell me should I bow before." Harry held out his hand as if to count off reasons on his fingers, " .a murderer, psycopath, deranged lunatic, filthy snake and above all a stupid little man behind a mask." ( little could barely describe Voldemort but Harry was in no state to care. ) A deathly silence ensued harry's speech. Harry had crossed the line, thin as it may have been to begin with. Voldemort slowly pointed his wand at Harry's chest and muttered a spell that echoed through the air stinging everyone's ears but really only reaching and meaning anything to the soul of one. The meaning of those words reverberated and echoed in the heads of all. To some it brought smiles, to others much despair and dread. The spell hit Harry with a jet of black sparks. "CRUCIO!" (A/N: Just a tit-bit of information-Crucio actually means torture) Harry slumped to the ground writhing in agony. His bones felt as if they were all snapping, his skin ripped open in places. A pool of blood emanated around him but still he did not open his mouth. A voice inside his head begged him to scream so the torture would stop. But a second voice far further in sat stubbornly and refused to accept defeat. 'Why give him the pleasure?' it prodded. Harry mentally shoved the pain aside and pushed himself to his feet. Gasps were heard from every direction. The rest of the Burrow's residents had been roped to a huge rock which was scattered with thorns. Blood leaked from hundreds of pricks on their backs. Voldemort stared at Harry, a look of astonished disbelief flickered in his merciless eyes which was soon replaced by a blockade of revulsion and hatred. "CRUCIO, CRUCIO, CRUCIO!" he screamed bearing down on Harry as each word escaped his thin lips. Harry stumbled but regained his balance. The pain was horrendous. He bit his tongue and purposefully walked up to Voldemort. What came next no one expected. Harry smiled, bowed then spat at the Dark Lord's feet. "Now you know how much respect I have for you Tom." Said Harry calm as could be. Voldemort stopped the curse. He tried to force an evil grin on to his face, failed and sneered, "Severus tie him up." A hooded man stepped forward from the ranks his cloak covering his head. No one needed the hood to be lifted to see who was currently advancing on Harry. Ron and Hermione glanced at one another, hopeful looks in their eyes. On the other hand Fred, George, Percy, Ginny, Arthur and Molly Weasley gaped, hardly daring to believe they had ever known a death-eater, distant as it may have been. When Snape reached Harry, he leant forward as if to tie Harry up carefully. Harry snuck a glance under the hood. Snape's face was the palest Harry had ever seen and his eyes had huge bags beneath them. Wrinkle lines were etched in places that had once been smooth, sallow skin. A voice Harry had not know Snape to have rasped, "kick me when I tie up your other hand then attack!" Harry gave only the slightest of nods to show his acknowledgement. Quite out of the blue, a pop sounded and Sirius Black appeared on the scene. Apoplectic rage coursed through his veins. He punched Snape violently and sent him flying backwards into a gnarled tree. Snape's hood slipped off and Sirius stopped dead in his tracks. "YOU!" he spat, "filthy god-damn traitor. I should have known!" Snape gave Sirius a last fearful glance and fainted. A tap on Sirius's shoulder brought him back from his trance. He whipped round to face none other than Voldemort. Where fear should have been was nothing more than unleashed fury. Sirius lunged forward before Voldemort could plan a counter-attack and started strangling him. Voldemort merely shoved Sirius aside and stood up. "So good to see you Black. I trust, well judging by your behaviour you're upset with me. Why ever so?" "You murdering scum-bag!" yelled Sirius. "Now really, I did you a favour, James was too arrogant for his own good and Lily, well Lily didn't have to die, it was her own fault she wanted to protect that thing." He said gesturing in Harry's direction. Voldemort took on a sidewards stance, his hand propped beneath his chin as if to think something over. "Actually Sirius, Lily would have made quite a valuable asset." Voldemort nudged the death-eater beside him, "Don't you think Lucius? He hinted. Lucius Malfoy got much the same greeting as Snape had except this time it was only anger not surprise. "Yes master." He said obediently. "Oh and Wormtail why don't you greet your old friend!" A short man stepped forward from behind a couple of large death-eaters and uncloaked himself. Yet again gasps ensued. "P-Peter Pettigrew?" asked Mr Weasley not expecting an answer. "In the flesh!" said Wormtail as he smiled confidently. This time Sirius was aided by Harry as they both lunged forward and dragged him down. "Enough!" snapped Voldemort. He flicked his wand and Sirius dropped down unconscious. Harry had had all he could take for one day. "VOL-DE-MORT!!!" he bellowed. The ground around everyone fractured, the air rippled fiercely, water cascaded down from the heavens and fire erupted from the fractures in the ground. Harry was overcome with green and gold sparks and his eyes turned a sharp emerald hue. Voldemort gasped and said, "I-I-it can't be, the Green Flame.Potter is the Torch!" He gave Harry a slightly fearful glance for the second time that day and then vanished. His disappearance was followed by the death-eaters who hurriedly grabbed a hold of Sirius and Snape then apparated away. Harry yelled furiously and the once fairly pretty landscape exploded.
A/N: Yikes! *wipes palm across forehead in exhaustion.* I was much faster this time. It only took me 2 days to write! If any one wants to know, you'll find out where Skep was in the next chapter as well as why Voldemort nudged Lucius but perhaps a bit later on. Remember, I'll write as fast as I can If I get loads of reviews!
Chapter 3: Attack at the Burrow
"SILENCE!" hissed something that stood draped in a long black robe. "I want nothing to go wrong." The man under the cloak looked at each of his death-eaters, his red eyes penetrating through their masks. "You all know what to do." Said Voldemort then added, "I trust Lucius that you have had the anti-apparition wards lifted?" "Yes my Lord, Fudge doesn't believe in your return. I merely told him that Dumbledore was being a panic-stricken pompous idiot." Said Lucius, a sneer set upon his face. "Stupid fool!" Voldemort cackled evilly. "Remember, kill all but Potter, the two youngest Weasleys and the Mudblood. In an hour we leave and I take my revenge!"
*****
It was early morning and Harry lay in bed scowling. What was wrong with him? He'd had an outburst one second then the next moment he was hiding in Ron's room sulking. 'Yikes talk about mood swings!' he thought. Harry turned to look a Ron who was currently mumbling something about chocolate pudding in his sleep. Harry got up and prodded Ron in the chest. "Wake up sleepy head!" he said. "I'm coming Hermione." Moaned Ron as he drifted nearer to wakening. Harry suppressed his laugh and got dressed. He walked to the mirror in the bathroom examining his new reflection. He actually didn't look half bad. Harry was running a comb through his messy hair when Ron walked in. His eyes were still jammed closed. Automatically he turned on the shower tap and climbed in fully dressed. Harry didn't have time to stop him. "Aaaah!" yelled Ron, loud enough to wake the whole house. A sopping wet, now very wide-awake Ron clambered out of the shower, soaking the floor as he scrambled for a towel. "Harry! Why didn't you stop me or better wake me up?!" Harry was still trying to absorb what Ron had just done. Obviously Hermione had some kind of effect on Ron. A loud banging on Ron's bedroom door interrupted Harry's thoughts. "Coming." He said and went to open up. Ginny and Hermione were standing there still in their nighties. "Harry is everything alright?" asked a flustered Hermione. "Where's Ron?" Harry laughed. "It's okay Hermione, you don't have to panic, come and see for yourself." Ginny walked in after Hermione and blushed when Harry grinned at her. She certainly hadn't forgotten Harry's new appearance. Hermione however was more concerned about Ron's state and was fussing over him. "Her-mi-one, I'm fine!" he muttered but it looked as if he was enjoying all the attention from her. Ginny stood awkwardly in the corner watching Ron and Hermione with an expression of.envy? Upon her face. Harry cleared his throat. "So.Ginny wanna go for a walk? I think the two lovebirds need some time." "Sure." She said surprising Harry. "I'll meet you in the kitchen in fifteen minutes." Harry's stomach flip-flopped and he stared after Ginny as she walked out of the door. He pushed the familiar 'Cho feeling' aside. Harry rolled his eyes as he walked past Ron and Hermione. After hurriedly brushing his teeth and yanking on a pair of socks and sneakers. He tiptoed down the stairs thinking that the Weasleys were still asleep. Harry was astonished to find everyone besides Ron and Hermione seated at the scrubbed wooden table. They were all still not used to Harry's new looks and tried to avoid meeting his eyes. Fred and George on the other hand thought that this was the most spectacular joke and kept trying to ask Harry how he did it. Just then Ginny walked into the kitchen. "Mum," she started, "Harry and I are." Ginny never got to finish her sentence. A loud bang followed by a violent tremor shook the burrow and threw everyone to the ground. A couple of thuds announced the arrival of Ron and Hermione who had just hit the kitchen floor after a long tumble down the stairs. A sudden burst of pain shot through Harry's scar making him clutch his forehead tightly. Ron stared at Harry. "I-I-it can't be!" he gasped Mr Weasley confirmed Ron's suspicions after sneaking a quick glance out the kitchen window. "Death-Eaters!" he said. His voice quivered in shock. Harry peered out of the window then added, " and Voldemort." The last word brought horrified gasps to all faces present. "Molly, take everyone upstairs now!" yelled Mr Weasley as he fumbled for his wand. Harry dashed up the stairs. He however had not done so to avoid another encounter with Voldemort but rather to snatch up his wand. Harry raced back in to the kitchen just as the others were going up. "Come on Harry!" Hermione's voice was urgent. "NO!" he retaliated and followed Mr Weasley to the door. "Go Harry!" shouted Arthur. Harry shook his head stubbornly and marched straight out the door ahead of Mr Weasley who swore violently and followed. In front of Harry marched ten death-eaters and.Voldemort. He strode amongst them, towering tall, cloaked and hooded. Once again Harry's scar erupted in pain. He froze, clenched his hand on his wand and watched the mob through watering eyes approach. A cold high laugh broke the silence. Mr Weasley was white as a sheet and quivered in fear. The death-eaters surrounding the Dark Lord cackled maliciously and spread out to surround Harry and Mr Weasley. Voldemort approached Harry. His gleaming red eyes were narrowed to slits and he wore a sneer upon his hideous face. "We meet yet again Potter." He spoke. Harry glared back in to those eyes not allowing his attention to waver. "You have grown into an exact replica of your father. Perhaps a death like his awaits you?" asked Voldemort. Harry snorted. "Are you going to kill me Voldemort, because remember what happened when you waited too long last time.oh yeah and a couple of other times before that?!" Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw all the Weasleys and Hermione peering out a top window of the burrow. Their expressions were that of utmost terror and anxiety. Fear overriding the later. Unfortunately Voldemort had followed Harry's split-second glance. "Lucius, Avery, fetch the rest now!" he said pointing a long, thin finger at the window. If possible Mr Weasley paled even more and opened his mouth as if to speak. "Aaaah, Arthur have you got something you want to tell us per chance?" asked Voldemort, an unnatural grin spreading across his features. Harry's rage boiled, "Leave them alone Tom, your fight remains with me!" Voldemort turned to Harry, his grin no longer apparent. "You will do well to show me respect Potter! He hissed in no more than a whisper. "Show you respect! Excuse me but from you I do believe I have absolutely NOTHING to respect! Why, why tell me should I bow before." Harry held out his hand as if to count off reasons on his fingers, " .a murderer, psycopath, deranged lunatic, filthy snake and above all a stupid little man behind a mask." ( little could barely describe Voldemort but Harry was in no state to care. ) A deathly silence ensued harry's speech. Harry had crossed the line, thin as it may have been to begin with. Voldemort slowly pointed his wand at Harry's chest and muttered a spell that echoed through the air stinging everyone's ears but really only reaching and meaning anything to the soul of one. The meaning of those words reverberated and echoed in the heads of all. To some it brought smiles, to others much despair and dread. The spell hit Harry with a jet of black sparks. "CRUCIO!" (A/N: Just a tit-bit of information-Crucio actually means torture) Harry slumped to the ground writhing in agony. His bones felt as if they were all snapping, his skin ripped open in places. A pool of blood emanated around him but still he did not open his mouth. A voice inside his head begged him to scream so the torture would stop. But a second voice far further in sat stubbornly and refused to accept defeat. 'Why give him the pleasure?' it prodded. Harry mentally shoved the pain aside and pushed himself to his feet. Gasps were heard from every direction. The rest of the Burrow's residents had been roped to a huge rock which was scattered with thorns. Blood leaked from hundreds of pricks on their backs. Voldemort stared at Harry, a look of astonished disbelief flickered in his merciless eyes which was soon replaced by a blockade of revulsion and hatred. "CRUCIO, CRUCIO, CRUCIO!" he screamed bearing down on Harry as each word escaped his thin lips. Harry stumbled but regained his balance. The pain was horrendous. He bit his tongue and purposefully walked up to Voldemort. What came next no one expected. Harry smiled, bowed then spat at the Dark Lord's feet. "Now you know how much respect I have for you Tom." Said Harry calm as could be. Voldemort stopped the curse. He tried to force an evil grin on to his face, failed and sneered, "Severus tie him up." A hooded man stepped forward from the ranks his cloak covering his head. No one needed the hood to be lifted to see who was currently advancing on Harry. Ron and Hermione glanced at one another, hopeful looks in their eyes. On the other hand Fred, George, Percy, Ginny, Arthur and Molly Weasley gaped, hardly daring to believe they had ever known a death-eater, distant as it may have been. When Snape reached Harry, he leant forward as if to tie Harry up carefully. Harry snuck a glance under the hood. Snape's face was the palest Harry had ever seen and his eyes had huge bags beneath them. Wrinkle lines were etched in places that had once been smooth, sallow skin. A voice Harry had not know Snape to have rasped, "kick me when I tie up your other hand then attack!" Harry gave only the slightest of nods to show his acknowledgement. Quite out of the blue, a pop sounded and Sirius Black appeared on the scene. Apoplectic rage coursed through his veins. He punched Snape violently and sent him flying backwards into a gnarled tree. Snape's hood slipped off and Sirius stopped dead in his tracks. "YOU!" he spat, "filthy god-damn traitor. I should have known!" Snape gave Sirius a last fearful glance and fainted. A tap on Sirius's shoulder brought him back from his trance. He whipped round to face none other than Voldemort. Where fear should have been was nothing more than unleashed fury. Sirius lunged forward before Voldemort could plan a counter-attack and started strangling him. Voldemort merely shoved Sirius aside and stood up. "So good to see you Black. I trust, well judging by your behaviour you're upset with me. Why ever so?" "You murdering scum-bag!" yelled Sirius. "Now really, I did you a favour, James was too arrogant for his own good and Lily, well Lily didn't have to die, it was her own fault she wanted to protect that thing." He said gesturing in Harry's direction. Voldemort took on a sidewards stance, his hand propped beneath his chin as if to think something over. "Actually Sirius, Lily would have made quite a valuable asset." Voldemort nudged the death-eater beside him, "Don't you think Lucius? He hinted. Lucius Malfoy got much the same greeting as Snape had except this time it was only anger not surprise. "Yes master." He said obediently. "Oh and Wormtail why don't you greet your old friend!" A short man stepped forward from behind a couple of large death-eaters and uncloaked himself. Yet again gasps ensued. "P-Peter Pettigrew?" asked Mr Weasley not expecting an answer. "In the flesh!" said Wormtail as he smiled confidently. This time Sirius was aided by Harry as they both lunged forward and dragged him down. "Enough!" snapped Voldemort. He flicked his wand and Sirius dropped down unconscious. Harry had had all he could take for one day. "VOL-DE-MORT!!!" he bellowed. The ground around everyone fractured, the air rippled fiercely, water cascaded down from the heavens and fire erupted from the fractures in the ground. Harry was overcome with green and gold sparks and his eyes turned a sharp emerald hue. Voldemort gasped and said, "I-I-it can't be, the Green Flame.Potter is the Torch!" He gave Harry a slightly fearful glance for the second time that day and then vanished. His disappearance was followed by the death-eaters who hurriedly grabbed a hold of Sirius and Snape then apparated away. Harry yelled furiously and the once fairly pretty landscape exploded.
A/N: Yikes! *wipes palm across forehead in exhaustion.* I was much faster this time. It only took me 2 days to write! If any one wants to know, you'll find out where Skep was in the next chapter as well as why Voldemort nudged Lucius but perhaps a bit later on. Remember, I'll write as fast as I can If I get loads of reviews!