Chapter I
T h r e e P a r t s T o O n e
Our story takes place in the Malfoy Manor, hidden in a valley near the Ireland border. There we find young Draco, a clever youth, musing with an old snake fang he found beneath the drawing room. "Oh, Dobby!!!" he calls. As the poor creature wrapped in an old pillow case rushes up to meet him, scurrying along, trips over the carpet.
"DOBBY!!! NOW!!!"
"Yessir. Coming sir," Dobby squeaked.
"I wish for amusement. Bring me that book."
"Which book, sir?"
"THE book," he said, annoyance wrapped around his tone of voice.
Several moments later, the little elf tottered along, and with reason: the Book was, in comparison to the house-elf, twice as tall, and at least twice as thick. But as it should be, this Book was a book containing all means of evil, destruction, and despair; believe me, there is a lot of that to place in a book. The Book was left in Draco's possesion when his father died several months ago.
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She sat there, in the dark corridor, alone. Lying, staring up into space, her feet resting on the floral wallpaper.Why was she here? She was being held captive. Who was her captor? This, she was not sure of. He had been cloaked. For all she knew, it could have been a monkey in a gorilla suit.
She sighed. She should have been away on a tropical vacation in Fiji with her parents. Here she was, Cho Chang, in the prime of her youth, kidnapped. But she did not miss her parents. She did not miss her siblings, or friends. Who she missed, was Harry.
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His eyes widened the longer he stared. Leather bound, with gold embossing on the cover. It had strange characters. It read: žŸ£«¬±°µ¶ÄÇÊÌÐÞæøŒ€‡• What they meant, he was dying to find out. He knew the books contents, but had no way of reading them, they were all like this. He decided to call for help.
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Harry sat alone on his bedspread. Hiding from the Dursleys all summer, good plan. Or he thought.
"HARRY!!!!! GET DOWN HERE, NOW!!!!"
"Coming, Aunt Petunia," he said lazily.
He walked down the stairs, watching his feet, dreading what was to come. "Harry..." Vernon said, in a supposed-to-be-kind way. "You do know what we want to talk to about, do you not?" No, he did not know, he had no idea whatsoever.
"Huh?" he muttered.
"Your girlfriend. We received this letter in the mail, OURS, not YOURS." He handed Harry a small evelope. Addressed to Harry, the return address read:
Cho Chang
Corridor Near The Bathroom
Family Manor, Ireland
He turned over the letter, to find a seal, a seal he knew not to be Cho's. This seal, he knew, but from where? It then suddenly came to him: Tom. This was the seal on Tom Riddle's diary he found in his second year at Hogwarts.
He nervously ripped open the envalope. Why would Cho be writing to him through Muggle post? And why, rather, how does she have Tom's old letter seal?
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She had been hipnotized. She didn't want to write the letter. He made her do it. He told her what to say, even moved her fingers for her. But he hadn't touched her. How did he do that? she thought. She knew he was young, underaged, breaking the law, let alone using a very complex spell. But she didn't know how young, for all she knew, he could be younger than her. That'd be a riot, she thought, kidnapping someone older than you. But what if that really DID happen? And what if she was the kid? As thoughts flooded her brain, a small figure aproached. Covered beneath the shadows, she could see but an outline. Short, very thin, as if not eating properly, with large bat-like ears.
"Er....Miss?" it squeaked. "He calls for you."
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Preview of the next chapter: Cho finds her captor, but Draco still cannot recover the meaning of the Book. Harry reads his letter, and sets off on a rescue misson, but meets a few creatures on the way. Will he make it out alive? You'll just have to see for yourself...
Author's note: YAY!! I did the first chapter!! Woohoo!! Go me! Go me! *happy dance* I do think it could have been better, but I like it all the same.
T h r e e P a r t s T o O n e
Our story takes place in the Malfoy Manor, hidden in a valley near the Ireland border. There we find young Draco, a clever youth, musing with an old snake fang he found beneath the drawing room. "Oh, Dobby!!!" he calls. As the poor creature wrapped in an old pillow case rushes up to meet him, scurrying along, trips over the carpet.
"DOBBY!!! NOW!!!"
"Yessir. Coming sir," Dobby squeaked.
"I wish for amusement. Bring me that book."
"Which book, sir?"
"THE book," he said, annoyance wrapped around his tone of voice.
Several moments later, the little elf tottered along, and with reason: the Book was, in comparison to the house-elf, twice as tall, and at least twice as thick. But as it should be, this Book was a book containing all means of evil, destruction, and despair; believe me, there is a lot of that to place in a book. The Book was left in Draco's possesion when his father died several months ago.
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She sat there, in the dark corridor, alone. Lying, staring up into space, her feet resting on the floral wallpaper.Why was she here? She was being held captive. Who was her captor? This, she was not sure of. He had been cloaked. For all she knew, it could have been a monkey in a gorilla suit.
She sighed. She should have been away on a tropical vacation in Fiji with her parents. Here she was, Cho Chang, in the prime of her youth, kidnapped. But she did not miss her parents. She did not miss her siblings, or friends. Who she missed, was Harry.
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His eyes widened the longer he stared. Leather bound, with gold embossing on the cover. It had strange characters. It read: žŸ£«¬±°µ¶ÄÇÊÌÐÞæøŒ€‡• What they meant, he was dying to find out. He knew the books contents, but had no way of reading them, they were all like this. He decided to call for help.
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Harry sat alone on his bedspread. Hiding from the Dursleys all summer, good plan. Or he thought.
"HARRY!!!!! GET DOWN HERE, NOW!!!!"
"Coming, Aunt Petunia," he said lazily.
He walked down the stairs, watching his feet, dreading what was to come. "Harry..." Vernon said, in a supposed-to-be-kind way. "You do know what we want to talk to about, do you not?" No, he did not know, he had no idea whatsoever.
"Huh?" he muttered.
"Your girlfriend. We received this letter in the mail, OURS, not YOURS." He handed Harry a small evelope. Addressed to Harry, the return address read:
Cho Chang
Corridor Near The Bathroom
Family Manor, Ireland
He turned over the letter, to find a seal, a seal he knew not to be Cho's. This seal, he knew, but from where? It then suddenly came to him: Tom. This was the seal on Tom Riddle's diary he found in his second year at Hogwarts.
He nervously ripped open the envalope. Why would Cho be writing to him through Muggle post? And why, rather, how does she have Tom's old letter seal?
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She had been hipnotized. She didn't want to write the letter. He made her do it. He told her what to say, even moved her fingers for her. But he hadn't touched her. How did he do that? she thought. She knew he was young, underaged, breaking the law, let alone using a very complex spell. But she didn't know how young, for all she knew, he could be younger than her. That'd be a riot, she thought, kidnapping someone older than you. But what if that really DID happen? And what if she was the kid? As thoughts flooded her brain, a small figure aproached. Covered beneath the shadows, she could see but an outline. Short, very thin, as if not eating properly, with large bat-like ears.
"Er....Miss?" it squeaked. "He calls for you."
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Preview of the next chapter: Cho finds her captor, but Draco still cannot recover the meaning of the Book. Harry reads his letter, and sets off on a rescue misson, but meets a few creatures on the way. Will he make it out alive? You'll just have to see for yourself...
Author's note: YAY!! I did the first chapter!! Woohoo!! Go me! Go me! *happy dance* I do think it could have been better, but I like it all the same.