Harry Potter and Voldemort's Revenge
Chapter One
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters thereof, or any other aspect of it. Harry Potter, Hogwarts, etc are trademarks of their original owner and creator, J.K. Rowling.
Rating: PG-13, I might place swearing in later chapters, only if necessary though.
Author's Notes: I know, this chapter's short, but I'm supposed to leave you in suspense.
It was a dark and rainy night outside. Harry had just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts and was awaiting his sixth year anxiously. Harry had sat on his bed thinking, wondering who or what was going to help him escape the people who had tortured him mentally his whole life, the very people who now feared him for his abilities. He wanted to be with his friends, not sitting here waiting for something to happen. Near midnight, Harry was sound asleep. A thundering noise awakened everyone in the house. From the Dursley's, to Harry, even Hedwig. Harry rushed out of bed, pulled out his wand, and headed for the door. He heard shrieks and cries coming from down stairs, he did not go down for several minutes.
When all was silent, Harry opened his door and peered out. He saw nothing. It was pitch black. He began to creep downstairs, silently. He had his wand in front of him, waiting for someone to attack. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, he turned his head and looked at the Dursleys. They were just laying there, with their eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. "Lumos!" he shouted. His wand lit up to provide light. He looked forward and saw a tall, cloaked being standing there. "It's time......" said the being, under it's breath. "Time for what?" Harry replied. "Time." said the being. Harry saw a flash of green light, and suddenly, he fell to the floor.