Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter, I'd be so loaded it wouldn't even
be funny. but I don't. but I can always dream right?
I'm big on angst stories, if you're looking for a good one, check out Faith by Dragongirl16 its rad. I definitely recommend it even though it is slash.
If you didn't already guess it, I have no life whatsoever. Me, like millions of other Americans, has no future, so I might as well make good the present. With that said, on to the story.
The Better Life
A pale man sat upon the high seat of a large hall. His billowing black robes accented by snake-like appearance quite well. Glowing red eyes surveyed the men in front of him with distain.
"FOOLS! You have failed me yet again!"
Voldemort was angry; and an angry Voldemort is like waving an automatic gun around with the safety off, not a good thing to have. A shutter swept through the Death Eaters that were prostrated before their master. Everyone present knew that his confrontation wouldn't end well, nothing that displeased the Dark Lord ever did.
"You claim you undying loyalty to me, yet you cannot even do a simple task assigned to you, pathetic. Lucius, step forward my slippery friend.'
Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the mob of Death Eaters, his graceful stride showed him as the powerful aristocrat that he was. But even the elder Malfoy found the Dark Lord Voldemort quite terrifying, around the Dark Lord, all the power he had accumulated meant nothing whatsoever. Here he was powerless and without allies, even his fellow Death Eaters would turn on him at Voldemort's command. Voldemort's gaze bore into him as he bowed before his master.
Breaking the silence, Voldemort whispered "Crucio," and suddenly the graveyard in which the meeting was taking place in was filled with screams of agony.
Finally ending the spell Voldemort said "Get up Malfoy; you have brought this pain upon yourself. When I tell you to find where the Potter boy lives, you will do as commanded. As for the rest of you, someone will find where Potter lives," giving an almost insane grin he continued "trust me when I say not to fail, you will not like the consequences."
Silence fell upon the meeting again as Lucius shakily got to his feet and rejoined the circle. Basking in their fear Voldemort let the silence continue horribly until a timid voice broke the silence.
"My Lord, I may know where the Potter boy lives," out of the circle cane Wormtail, looking as pathetic as usual and not seeming to enjoy the fact that he was back in the fold of the Death Eaters. All eyes in the graveyard swung immediately to were the small man stood.
"Where might we find Potter, Wormtail? Speak quickly before I punish you for your insolence."
"Well, I do remember once, when I was with James," the Dark Lord's red eyes flashed at the mention of anything relating to the Potters, "he mentioned that Lily had relatives somewhere in Surry... What street was it again? Private? Ah yes, Privet Drive."
Quite contrary to the beginning of the meeting, which had been somber, Lord Voldemort was ecstatic, very few had ever seen him this happy or exited, and an even smaller minority lived to tell about it.
"My followers this is a great day indeed! We shall smite down the hero of the Light, all that is good and pure shall fall before us. Without their precious savior the Light will fall, and a new order will arise from the ashes. Tomorrow is the day we will strike; Harry Potter shall be no more. Lucius, you will lead this strike, take whoever you need; do not fail me, should you fail, your own life is forfeit. Tomorrow night."
The sound of apparating wizards and witches filled the graveyard.
Meanwhile, in a not so far away place, the said boy, Harry Potter awoke in a cold sweat. Thinking quickly, he snatched a spare piece of parchment and a quill and wrote down all that he remembered of his dream. Once confidante that he had gotten everything that was important down on the parchment, he allowed himself to actually think about what he had witnessed.
Voldemort was coming to kill him; nothing new about that. The difference was that he knew where he was, and how to get him. That meant that he had to be out of this house before the Dursleys woke up. For a moment he considered his relatives; should he warn them of the coming danger or not? Smirking slightly, Harry decided, no, he wouldn't tell his relatives that Lord Voldemort was coming to kill them; they had never done anything for them, so why should he give them anything?
Looking at his clock, one of the few things that he had been able to salvage from Dudley's rampages, he saw that it was 4 in the morning. Deciding that now was as good of a time as any, he set about getting all of his things from the small bedroom, first starting with the loose floorboard. That only took a pathetic 15 minutes to do, leaving him with about two hours until he absolutely had to be gone. Grabbing all of his things he cautiously made his way down the stairs to the cupboard that had served as his bedroom for 10 years.
Luckily Harry had taken it upon himself to learn the fine art of lock- picking from the twins, so opening the cupboard was no problem. Hoisting his trunk with a grunt, and tucking Hedwig's cage under his arm (he wasn't quite sure where she was at the moment) Harry made his way out of the house toward the street. Looking around nervously, to see if anyone was watching, he pulled out his wand and signaled the Knight Bus. After a few tense moments of waiting, the double decker bus appeared in front of him with a loud 'Bang.'
The doors opened to reveal that Stan and Ernie were still working there, and despite looking dead on their feet, beamed happily when they saw who their newest arrival was. Favoring the conductors with a small smile, Harry politely asked how much money it was to get to Diagon Alley, paid his gold, and sat down on his bed. With another loud 'Bang' they were off again, and Harry Potter left the place he had spent the first 14 years of his life calling 'home.'
He never looked back.
As my internet is being a pirate, I'm just going to make this chapter longer. I HATE YOU VERISON DSL!!!!!!!!!!!
Upon reaching his destination of Diagon Alley, he got Stan to help him unload his things and they made their way into the Leaky Cauldron. It was still was almost painfully empty, it only being about 6:30 in the morning, but still Harry managed to spot Tom behind the bar, getting breakfast ready for the patrons. Calling out to Tom and waving him over, the elderly man strode over to where Harry was standing.
Tom grinning broadly with a look of recognition said "Why Mr. Potter, I wasn't expecting to see you around here for another month or so. What a pleasant surprise! How can I help you today?"
Harry, who was still happy of the fact he would never have to spend another day at the Dursleys, gave Tom a big grin of his own. He happened to like Tom a lot; he never asked to many questions, he understood others needs for privacy. Still smiling Harry replied "I need a room Tom, how much will it cost for the rest of the summer?"
Without missing a beat, Tom replied "The total will be 30 Galleons and 13 Sickles Mr. Potter, that's about half a Galleon a night. Now if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your room."
Harry followed Tom silently up the stairs to his room, which just happened to be the same one as he had in the summer before his third year. Setting his trunk down by the bedside, Harry turned to Tom, who was about to go back downstairs to finish the preparations for breakfast. Spotting him leaving, Harry quickly said "I would appreciate it if you told no one that I'm here Tom, I will inform the people that need to know as soon as I see fit."
Tom gave him a slightly measuring look, but eventually smiled and nodded, and continued down the stairs. Turning back to inspect his room once Tom had left, Harry felt an emotion we like to call elation, he never really had the chance to do what he wanted with his time. Now he did have time, almost two months, and he was going to make the most of it. But first, he was going to lie down in that comfortable bed over there and sleep for a couple hours.
Yes I know I haven't updated in like 2 weeks or so. What can I say; I'm the laziest person I know, not to mention that I can procrastinate with the best of them. I do plan to update faster this time around, I've got all the setting crap put in place, now I can spend less time doing that, and more time coming up with fun stuff. That being said, I'll see you later.
"Blessed be God,
Who has not turned away my prayer
Nor His lovingkindness from me."
Psalm 66:20
I'm going to have that verse on my tombstone when I die. Random? Yes.
Totally sweet? Undoubtedly.
I'm big on angst stories, if you're looking for a good one, check out Faith by Dragongirl16 its rad. I definitely recommend it even though it is slash.
If you didn't already guess it, I have no life whatsoever. Me, like millions of other Americans, has no future, so I might as well make good the present. With that said, on to the story.
The Better Life
A pale man sat upon the high seat of a large hall. His billowing black robes accented by snake-like appearance quite well. Glowing red eyes surveyed the men in front of him with distain.
"FOOLS! You have failed me yet again!"
Voldemort was angry; and an angry Voldemort is like waving an automatic gun around with the safety off, not a good thing to have. A shutter swept through the Death Eaters that were prostrated before their master. Everyone present knew that his confrontation wouldn't end well, nothing that displeased the Dark Lord ever did.
"You claim you undying loyalty to me, yet you cannot even do a simple task assigned to you, pathetic. Lucius, step forward my slippery friend.'
Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the mob of Death Eaters, his graceful stride showed him as the powerful aristocrat that he was. But even the elder Malfoy found the Dark Lord Voldemort quite terrifying, around the Dark Lord, all the power he had accumulated meant nothing whatsoever. Here he was powerless and without allies, even his fellow Death Eaters would turn on him at Voldemort's command. Voldemort's gaze bore into him as he bowed before his master.
Breaking the silence, Voldemort whispered "Crucio," and suddenly the graveyard in which the meeting was taking place in was filled with screams of agony.
Finally ending the spell Voldemort said "Get up Malfoy; you have brought this pain upon yourself. When I tell you to find where the Potter boy lives, you will do as commanded. As for the rest of you, someone will find where Potter lives," giving an almost insane grin he continued "trust me when I say not to fail, you will not like the consequences."
Silence fell upon the meeting again as Lucius shakily got to his feet and rejoined the circle. Basking in their fear Voldemort let the silence continue horribly until a timid voice broke the silence.
"My Lord, I may know where the Potter boy lives," out of the circle cane Wormtail, looking as pathetic as usual and not seeming to enjoy the fact that he was back in the fold of the Death Eaters. All eyes in the graveyard swung immediately to were the small man stood.
"Where might we find Potter, Wormtail? Speak quickly before I punish you for your insolence."
"Well, I do remember once, when I was with James," the Dark Lord's red eyes flashed at the mention of anything relating to the Potters, "he mentioned that Lily had relatives somewhere in Surry... What street was it again? Private? Ah yes, Privet Drive."
Quite contrary to the beginning of the meeting, which had been somber, Lord Voldemort was ecstatic, very few had ever seen him this happy or exited, and an even smaller minority lived to tell about it.
"My followers this is a great day indeed! We shall smite down the hero of the Light, all that is good and pure shall fall before us. Without their precious savior the Light will fall, and a new order will arise from the ashes. Tomorrow is the day we will strike; Harry Potter shall be no more. Lucius, you will lead this strike, take whoever you need; do not fail me, should you fail, your own life is forfeit. Tomorrow night."
The sound of apparating wizards and witches filled the graveyard.
Meanwhile, in a not so far away place, the said boy, Harry Potter awoke in a cold sweat. Thinking quickly, he snatched a spare piece of parchment and a quill and wrote down all that he remembered of his dream. Once confidante that he had gotten everything that was important down on the parchment, he allowed himself to actually think about what he had witnessed.
Voldemort was coming to kill him; nothing new about that. The difference was that he knew where he was, and how to get him. That meant that he had to be out of this house before the Dursleys woke up. For a moment he considered his relatives; should he warn them of the coming danger or not? Smirking slightly, Harry decided, no, he wouldn't tell his relatives that Lord Voldemort was coming to kill them; they had never done anything for them, so why should he give them anything?
Looking at his clock, one of the few things that he had been able to salvage from Dudley's rampages, he saw that it was 4 in the morning. Deciding that now was as good of a time as any, he set about getting all of his things from the small bedroom, first starting with the loose floorboard. That only took a pathetic 15 minutes to do, leaving him with about two hours until he absolutely had to be gone. Grabbing all of his things he cautiously made his way down the stairs to the cupboard that had served as his bedroom for 10 years.
Luckily Harry had taken it upon himself to learn the fine art of lock- picking from the twins, so opening the cupboard was no problem. Hoisting his trunk with a grunt, and tucking Hedwig's cage under his arm (he wasn't quite sure where she was at the moment) Harry made his way out of the house toward the street. Looking around nervously, to see if anyone was watching, he pulled out his wand and signaled the Knight Bus. After a few tense moments of waiting, the double decker bus appeared in front of him with a loud 'Bang.'
The doors opened to reveal that Stan and Ernie were still working there, and despite looking dead on their feet, beamed happily when they saw who their newest arrival was. Favoring the conductors with a small smile, Harry politely asked how much money it was to get to Diagon Alley, paid his gold, and sat down on his bed. With another loud 'Bang' they were off again, and Harry Potter left the place he had spent the first 14 years of his life calling 'home.'
He never looked back.
As my internet is being a pirate, I'm just going to make this chapter longer. I HATE YOU VERISON DSL!!!!!!!!!!!
Upon reaching his destination of Diagon Alley, he got Stan to help him unload his things and they made their way into the Leaky Cauldron. It was still was almost painfully empty, it only being about 6:30 in the morning, but still Harry managed to spot Tom behind the bar, getting breakfast ready for the patrons. Calling out to Tom and waving him over, the elderly man strode over to where Harry was standing.
Tom grinning broadly with a look of recognition said "Why Mr. Potter, I wasn't expecting to see you around here for another month or so. What a pleasant surprise! How can I help you today?"
Harry, who was still happy of the fact he would never have to spend another day at the Dursleys, gave Tom a big grin of his own. He happened to like Tom a lot; he never asked to many questions, he understood others needs for privacy. Still smiling Harry replied "I need a room Tom, how much will it cost for the rest of the summer?"
Without missing a beat, Tom replied "The total will be 30 Galleons and 13 Sickles Mr. Potter, that's about half a Galleon a night. Now if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your room."
Harry followed Tom silently up the stairs to his room, which just happened to be the same one as he had in the summer before his third year. Setting his trunk down by the bedside, Harry turned to Tom, who was about to go back downstairs to finish the preparations for breakfast. Spotting him leaving, Harry quickly said "I would appreciate it if you told no one that I'm here Tom, I will inform the people that need to know as soon as I see fit."
Tom gave him a slightly measuring look, but eventually smiled and nodded, and continued down the stairs. Turning back to inspect his room once Tom had left, Harry felt an emotion we like to call elation, he never really had the chance to do what he wanted with his time. Now he did have time, almost two months, and he was going to make the most of it. But first, he was going to lie down in that comfortable bed over there and sleep for a couple hours.
Yes I know I haven't updated in like 2 weeks or so. What can I say; I'm the laziest person I know, not to mention that I can procrastinate with the best of them. I do plan to update faster this time around, I've got all the setting crap put in place, now I can spend less time doing that, and more time coming up with fun stuff. That being said, I'll see you later.
"Blessed be God,
Who has not turned away my prayer
Nor His lovingkindness from me."
Psalm 66:20
I'm going to have that verse on my tombstone when I die. Random? Yes.
Totally sweet? Undoubtedly.