Note from Author: Hey everyone, I've been reading a lot of fan fiction lately and decided that I'd do my own. Its my first fan fiction so go easy on me! I don't know how its gonna turn out, but here it is anyways!
Just to say the Characters and the world of which my story contain are not my own, but belong to J.K Rowling! Just told in another way! Hope you enjoy my tale and that it keeps you interested! Ok enjoy the first Chapter!
A Devastating Return
A mild breeze raised dust into the air, leaves shuffled from their branches obeying the force of the unseen wind. The moon hung heavily in the night sky, the atmosphere threatening to suffocate any living soul. The garden forgotten and unattended, grass grew wildly across the lawn, flowers in the peak of their time frozen, never to die. Vines weaved around the Riddle Mansion sleeking up the side of the stoney walls.
A dull orange glow flickered in one of the upstairs windows. One would guess the light was from a fireplace in the mansion, something as warm as a homely fire sent chills up the spine of any who witnessed it. For the mansion was said to be long deserted, the previous owners found dead within its walls. The full moon lit up the garden in its silvery glow, and the dark figures hidden in the icy plantation.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" A icy tone said firmly as the cloaked wizard aimed his wand at his opponent. With a smirk he had sent the sixteen year old boy flying away from the battle. The boy's body meshed with the side of the mansion in a painful slam, snapping his shoulders back against the cold bricks, pinning him in place for a few brief seconds before sliding to the ground. The dark lord enjoyed the pitiful shriek that his opponent made. "Had enough Potter?" Voldemort hissed maliciously.
Harry's body seared with pain, his head threatening to explode as the scar on his brow burned. His robes torn in several places as the battle had been a long one, dark crimson seeped from cuts in his arms and on his face. Harry stared in horror as Voldemort approached him, his muscles refusing to move any longer. He could hear the sneering laughs from the dark henchmen around the battle site. This was it, the great Harry Potter had failed, he had let his parents down their sacrifice gone to waist. Tears rolled down his bloodied cheeks as his head lolled on his shoulders.
"Too long have you stood in my way Potter, it is time you met the same fate as your parents had." Voldemort sneered and raised his wand. 'Please someone help me' Harry pleaded mentally. "Don't worry about your friends Potter, I will take care of them in your absence!" Riddle added, his thin lips pulled into a dangerous smirk that made the deatheaters around him flinch. "Now it all ends for the Great Harry Potter! And the Rule of Lord Voldemort shall finally begin!" and with that said he aimed his wand at the boy and began his incantation of the killing curse. "Adava Keda- AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Voldemort roared as his hand burned, the wand dropping to the ground with a thud.
A blinding white light shrouded the garden lighting it as though it were mid day. "YOU WILL NOT HARM MY BOY!!!!!!" Came a firm cry, the stag slid himself between the two rivals glaring hard at the lord of darkness. "It cannot be! How?!" Voldemort screeched shielding his snake like eyes the death eaters doing the same.
The light dulled and there in the middle of the Riddle garden stood a tall man, jagged raven colored hair and stern green eyes identified the man as James Potter. His wand outstretched as he sought to protect his son. Harry looked up weakly his eyes stinging with a fresh flow of tears. "D-Dad?" He asked disbelievingly, his voice scratchy and strained. James shouted painfully as the light grew brighter now, blowing away the cloaked men and their master.
He soon fell beside Harry the twinkle gone from his gaze. "I'm sorry... m-my son." He muttered taking his boy into a tight hug Harry sobbed into his dad's robes. How could this be? It was real, his dad was there, with him! He had saved him, everything was going to be right again! But how? Harry's mind searched for the answers but too tired to think he laid in his father's arms. But their moment would not last.
A bone chilling cackle echoed around the father and his boy, James turned and looked behind him. His eyes grew wide and instantly threw himself over Harry as the spell hit him square in the back. James' face paled as he struggled to breathe, then slowly dropping to the ground. Harry, in a daze looked at his father, taken from him once more, Voldemort's laughter rang in his ears.
"DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Harry screamed bolting upright in his bed and looking around frantically.