Shortly after "The Great Masacre of London" as it was later titled Harry
found himself in the midst of a great raging war. It seems his actions
weren't the first of this nature and that the Followers of He-Who-Must-Not-
Be-Named were all this time raging small battles within India, Russia, and
even United States.
Now Harry has sheltered himself inside of one of his victums houses waiting
for some "good news"
"Where the fuck are my ransum money checks?" he wondered while standing next to the window glaring at the few people left in London. "I sent them to Dumbledore 5 days ago. If he doesn't respond in 2 more minutes..." well i'll just have to find something to pass the time no wont I?" he chuckled shortly after.
"Could it really be true?" "Is Harry Potter savior of people at Hogwarts really killing all those muggles" The crowds in the magic world rumbled with talk and gibberish. "I heard he, well I heard he went nuts after his godfather died 6 years ago." one small witch said. "Well I heard it was because of the family he was raised with, didnt you hear? They were killed the worsed of all. He simply with so much hate raised thier house and launched it, it landed somewhere in Dublin." and rather tall, slim worlock said.
"FINNALY, THE FAT BASTURD FINALLY GOT IT TO ME!" Harry said as he opened a seal envelope with a green stamp on the back. "Wa?" he questioned out loud as he read the letter.
Dear Harry,
I see you've finaaly done what I've planed for so many years now,
I'm so proud of you and your accomplishments.
Sincerely, Your father,
Voldermort
Harry stood back dumbfounded.
"Could this be? Is this true?" harry questioned himself for some time now about his parents. "Why!, Why would someone say they're my father?" "THIS CANT BE!"He snarled.
Suddenly his arm and head began to ache as if soemone hard harpooned him with a red hot tire iron. "AH!" he yelled in shreaks of agony. "Wha'!" Harry looked down on his arm and saw it, a snake glowing ans if freshly burn in. Suddenly the house shook, his eyes glazed over, and his was in a room white as pearl staring at...
to be continued...
"Where the fuck are my ransum money checks?" he wondered while standing next to the window glaring at the few people left in London. "I sent them to Dumbledore 5 days ago. If he doesn't respond in 2 more minutes..." well i'll just have to find something to pass the time no wont I?" he chuckled shortly after.
"Could it really be true?" "Is Harry Potter savior of people at Hogwarts really killing all those muggles" The crowds in the magic world rumbled with talk and gibberish. "I heard he, well I heard he went nuts after his godfather died 6 years ago." one small witch said. "Well I heard it was because of the family he was raised with, didnt you hear? They were killed the worsed of all. He simply with so much hate raised thier house and launched it, it landed somewhere in Dublin." and rather tall, slim worlock said.
"FINNALY, THE FAT BASTURD FINALLY GOT IT TO ME!" Harry said as he opened a seal envelope with a green stamp on the back. "Wa?" he questioned out loud as he read the letter.
Dear Harry,
I see you've finaaly done what I've planed for so many years now,
I'm so proud of you and your accomplishments.
Sincerely, Your father,
Voldermort
Harry stood back dumbfounded.
"Could this be? Is this true?" harry questioned himself for some time now about his parents. "Why!, Why would someone say they're my father?" "THIS CANT BE!"He snarled.
Suddenly his arm and head began to ache as if soemone hard harpooned him with a red hot tire iron. "AH!" he yelled in shreaks of agony. "Wha'!" Harry looked down on his arm and saw it, a snake glowing ans if freshly burn in. Suddenly the house shook, his eyes glazed over, and his was in a room white as pearl staring at...
to be continued...