Harry Potter and all characters in that book belong to J.K Rowling. All
other characters, especially Endyimon, are mine.
Chapter III: A Thirst for Vengeance.
In the pouring rain of a London evening, a lone figure was walking through the streets, apparently unfazed. He seemed to have a lot on his mind.
"The only reason I came back was because Voldemort had regained power. Otherwise, I never wanted to come back here. Why...I don't know. I guess...that if I stayed away, away from the place...it happened, I could forget about it...forget what I saw that night, and what they did to her. I guess you can't forget something like that, especially when they do it to your mother, and when she does it on your account..." Endyimon thought. His mind went back to that terrible night...
"Stay away from me. I will not let you have me for your sick pleasures ever again! And you will NEVER touch Endyimon," a woman said with both determination and fear in her voice. Her clothes were torn and she looked disheveled. However, there were signs that she may have been lovely, but years of torture have changed that.
"Hmph. The little wench wishes to rebuff the Dark Lord! Do you honestly think you can defeat me? If you do, you have truly lost your senses!" A man in a dark hood was advancing towards the woman. He raised his wand and cried "Crucio!" The woman moaned and writhed in agony, yet on her face was a look of defiance. "I am not your...plaything...your toy, Voldemort...or should I say, TOM," the woman moaned, though it pained her greatly. "SHUT UP, YOU INSOLENT BITCH! I will show you now, that I am, and always will be, your master! But, I have one question...WHERE IS THE BOY?" Voldemort roared. The woman smiled, showing even more defiance to the Dark Lord. "Why should I tell you? He's so far away you'll never find him, at least not until it is too late! You will not touch my son," she said with finality. At that, Voldemort slapped her.
"Well, if you won't tell me where he is, then I will make YOU suffer. Death Eaters...rip off her clothing. Bitch, I will kill you, but I will take my pleasure with you first.
The Death Eaters ripped off her clothing, until she was naked. Voldemort laughed and kicked her in her mouth. He put his face to her mouth, but the woman spat in his face. Voldemort prepared to take her, but then...
"AVADA KEDAVRA," a voice came from the hallway. It was a thin boy of about ten. He was holding a long wand and 2 Death Eaters lay dead in the wake of his killing curse.
"You lied to me, Cordelia. You said she was gone from this place. However, this is good. Now I don't have to look for the boy," Voldemort spoke, the triumph showing in his voice.
"Endyimon, no! Run away! RUN! Leave me!" Cordelia said frantically.
"I can drive them away! Don't worry about it!" Endyimon said. The Death Eaters surrounded him.
"IMMOLATO!" The boy's spell, designed to burn the enemy to ashes, killed many of the Death Eaters, but could not kill them all. He raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort, but before he could lay a killing curse, he was hit by multiple Stunning Spells. Before Endyimion collapsed, he spoke these words directly at Voldemort.
"You may be my father, but I hate you." Endyimion fell.
"NOOOOO!" Cordelia screamed. She tried to help him but was kicked.
"He has a strong will, and great power. Better to kill him now than to chance him turning against you," a Death Eater said. That was all Voldemort needed to hear. He raised his wand and...Endyimon disappeared. A second later, a killing curse hit the spot where Endyimon was. Voldemort roared with rage with the knowledge that his son had escaped his will.
Endyimon found himself near the house of his mother's best friend. The door opened. "I've been hoping this day would never come. Your mother knew this would happen, so she had me prepared to take you just in case. Welcome.
Endyimon crawled up to a bed. The realization would come later that his mother was dead, at the hands of Voldemort, his father.
As Endyimion came back to reality, he felt tears streaming down his eyes. He had to relive the horror he experienced six years ago to the day. He said these words to himself...
"VOLDEMORT! I...WILL...NEVER...FORGIVE...YOU!!! AND I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE!"
The son of the Dark Lord resumed walking. His destination...12 Grimmauld Place, to meet the Order of the Pheonix, and one other who has felt the touch of Voldemort's evil...Harry Potter.
I like vengeful characters! Grave (from Gungrave), the Punisher, etc, and Endyimon is part of that. R&R. If anyone I create is stolen, someone could get a scythe taken to them!
Chapter III: A Thirst for Vengeance.
In the pouring rain of a London evening, a lone figure was walking through the streets, apparently unfazed. He seemed to have a lot on his mind.
"The only reason I came back was because Voldemort had regained power. Otherwise, I never wanted to come back here. Why...I don't know. I guess...that if I stayed away, away from the place...it happened, I could forget about it...forget what I saw that night, and what they did to her. I guess you can't forget something like that, especially when they do it to your mother, and when she does it on your account..." Endyimon thought. His mind went back to that terrible night...
"Stay away from me. I will not let you have me for your sick pleasures ever again! And you will NEVER touch Endyimon," a woman said with both determination and fear in her voice. Her clothes were torn and she looked disheveled. However, there were signs that she may have been lovely, but years of torture have changed that.
"Hmph. The little wench wishes to rebuff the Dark Lord! Do you honestly think you can defeat me? If you do, you have truly lost your senses!" A man in a dark hood was advancing towards the woman. He raised his wand and cried "Crucio!" The woman moaned and writhed in agony, yet on her face was a look of defiance. "I am not your...plaything...your toy, Voldemort...or should I say, TOM," the woman moaned, though it pained her greatly. "SHUT UP, YOU INSOLENT BITCH! I will show you now, that I am, and always will be, your master! But, I have one question...WHERE IS THE BOY?" Voldemort roared. The woman smiled, showing even more defiance to the Dark Lord. "Why should I tell you? He's so far away you'll never find him, at least not until it is too late! You will not touch my son," she said with finality. At that, Voldemort slapped her.
"Well, if you won't tell me where he is, then I will make YOU suffer. Death Eaters...rip off her clothing. Bitch, I will kill you, but I will take my pleasure with you first.
The Death Eaters ripped off her clothing, until she was naked. Voldemort laughed and kicked her in her mouth. He put his face to her mouth, but the woman spat in his face. Voldemort prepared to take her, but then...
"AVADA KEDAVRA," a voice came from the hallway. It was a thin boy of about ten. He was holding a long wand and 2 Death Eaters lay dead in the wake of his killing curse.
"You lied to me, Cordelia. You said she was gone from this place. However, this is good. Now I don't have to look for the boy," Voldemort spoke, the triumph showing in his voice.
"Endyimon, no! Run away! RUN! Leave me!" Cordelia said frantically.
"I can drive them away! Don't worry about it!" Endyimon said. The Death Eaters surrounded him.
"IMMOLATO!" The boy's spell, designed to burn the enemy to ashes, killed many of the Death Eaters, but could not kill them all. He raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort, but before he could lay a killing curse, he was hit by multiple Stunning Spells. Before Endyimion collapsed, he spoke these words directly at Voldemort.
"You may be my father, but I hate you." Endyimion fell.
"NOOOOO!" Cordelia screamed. She tried to help him but was kicked.
"He has a strong will, and great power. Better to kill him now than to chance him turning against you," a Death Eater said. That was all Voldemort needed to hear. He raised his wand and...Endyimon disappeared. A second later, a killing curse hit the spot where Endyimon was. Voldemort roared with rage with the knowledge that his son had escaped his will.
Endyimon found himself near the house of his mother's best friend. The door opened. "I've been hoping this day would never come. Your mother knew this would happen, so she had me prepared to take you just in case. Welcome.
Endyimon crawled up to a bed. The realization would come later that his mother was dead, at the hands of Voldemort, his father.
As Endyimion came back to reality, he felt tears streaming down his eyes. He had to relive the horror he experienced six years ago to the day. He said these words to himself...
"VOLDEMORT! I...WILL...NEVER...FORGIVE...YOU!!! AND I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE!"
The son of the Dark Lord resumed walking. His destination...12 Grimmauld Place, to meet the Order of the Pheonix, and one other who has felt the touch of Voldemort's evil...Harry Potter.
I like vengeful characters! Grave (from Gungrave), the Punisher, etc, and Endyimon is part of that. R&R. If anyone I create is stolen, someone could get a scythe taken to them!