Disclaimer: So do not own Harry Potter. Wish I did. But don't. Thats why I'm here..... Course, if I owned Harry Potter, I don't think anyone would read it.... depressing.... but true. Who reads books written by fifteen year olds,who would publish them,eh? I'm not that bothered though, as long as my favskeep updating, all is fab!!!!! Sweet. I finally got the line thing working.... ooookay. Ignore that last thing bout the line.... an authours musings....

"Bring him in.," snapped a cool and calculating voice.

The man before him bowed clumsily before darting from the room. It was dark and dreary, the room bathed in a slight glow from outside. The two large windows had been left uncovered, still dusty from years of being idle, and a slight fire burned in the fireplace. Dust drifted over, making the short sniveling man sneeze as he was pushed into the room. Darkness reigned as the hooded man threw himself at the foot of a large graying armchair.

"My lord," the man wheezed.

"Hush, Wormtail," the cold voice snapped. The room was suddenly thrown into light as a dart of lightning flashed outside. It was raining, and thunder boomed magnificently, causing the man to tremble.

"Stop sniveling!" the seated man barked, the voice seeming to be almost bodiless as it cracked across the silent air.

Lightning struck again and the cold voice's owner was thrown in to a sharp horrifying relief for a mere second. But it was enough. Red eyes glowed piercingly from cat-like eyes. A horrible snake-like nose, flat with slits for nostrils, and a whiter than a skull face. A lipless, malicious smile and a pair of pale hands, like large spiders, idly twirling a wooden stick in its finger tips.

"I detest the light. Close the curtains, Wormtail." The harsh voice ordered, and the smile grew even more as the squat, balding man nervously fumbled, backing away from the coldness that came from the man. He tripped slightly as his foot caught the edge of a matted rug, stumbling slightly before balancing himself. His bowed head rose in apology, fear evident on his sweaty face.

"Sorry- sorry my lord," he mumbled, and reaching the window, a trembling hand tried to grasp the curtains. Thunder rumbled ominously.

"Hurry you imbecile!" the voice snapped.

"Yes, my-my lord." The squat man panted, and a sweaty palm finally grasped the dirty fabric, tugging at the defiant curtain, trying to cover the main source of light as the windowpanes rattled eerily. But once again a flash of lightning filled the room, and Wormtail let out a moan, as he turned his head, eyes shining in horror, back up to the livid red eyes. The smile was wide and the lidless eyes seemed almost black.

"Too late." The snake-like man stated, and the unnaturally long fingers stopped twirling. The stick was grasped in one hand, and with a wip-like crack the seated man waved it, and his cold voice whispered, "Crucio."

Wormtail's cries of agony filled the room, the pale man laughed loudly, and somewhere, two hundred miles away, a dark haired boy thrashed in his sleep, yelling loudly as forehead throbbed, fit to burst.

Lights darted on all over the house and grunts were heard as loud stomping sounds drew closer to the distressed boy's room. Grumbling and loud shouts followed by banging on the door, all growing louder, had no affect on the whimpering boy who was clutching his forehead in pain. A thin, lightning-bolt shaped scar was clamped in cold, clammy palms, redder than ever before.

"Boy! BOY! Shut up, you hear me? Shut up!" The grumbling was replaced with bellowing as someone fumbled with locks on the other side of the door.

The boy continued to moan desperately, tangled tightly in his sheets, still twisting and turning. The door banged open, smashing into the wall, denting the white plaster, and a large, whale of a man was revealed, wearing tartan pajamas and mustache mussed. Face purple, he stormed angrily to the pale boy's bed.

"Shut up, you little brat, shut up! Stop it! Stop this stupid yelling; you little piece of-" the purple-faced man shook the boy, squeezing him in a vice-like grip by the shoulders as he bellowed, spit flying from his mouth.

And still two hundred miles away, the skeletal thin man's eyes widened, and the smile changed, a smirk-like effect taking over, and the man's lipless mouth parted to reveal black, rotting gums. "Why hello, Potter," the man said almost charmingly, and the black haired boy jerked instantly awake, screaming loudly, still in his uncle's grip.

My first ever story and chappy!!! At least, my first here. Please give me some feedback. I know its short, but you gotta start somewhere and I promise to update regularly if I get some damn feedback! Cookies to all those who reply. I wouldn't mind a betareader if anyone's willing. Any ideas, comments... just push the little purple-blue button. Also, i've got great favourites, especially Lily and James fanfics. Love that pairing. This story will eventually be R/Hr, as well as H/G. Eventually. If it even gets that far. Anyone have any stories they would like to recommend, or any stories they want me to read, feel free. Yes, I am not above begging, but also I love to read. I plan to read all the decent J/L ones by the end of next year. Lol. So. Yeah. Give me a go. Pretty please?! And shout out to all those who love love, love, love TheOC, a show has never rocked like that one does, Seth you kick ass and I can't wait for the second season. One Tree Hill rules too!!!!!!!! Please read and review. If you don't review and you do read I will be very depressed. Boohoo!!! I double spaced to make it seem longer…. But will it work? Mwoahahahahaha!!! okay. I just checked and it doesnt work... does anyone know how to get spaces and stuff on this document thing? Cause the bloody thing doesn't even let me indent!!!! It's a crime to literature!!!