Butterfly Death

i Summary: When Harry starts seeing strange butterflies, he feels that they are not a menace because they comfort and heal. But he soon finds out that that is not what they always do. They could be used for an even greater, more powerful, more diabolical use, if put in the wrong hands. Join the trio and all of your other favorite characters as they try to stop these mysterious butterflies from being used by the evilest character of their time, the evil character who happens to be behind every dark wizard's rise in history and the present. /i

Chapter1

Francis Hartman ran down the alley, blood covering his clothes and hands, panting and wheezing, trying to get away from the Death Eaters that had tortured him for hours. He came to the end of the alley to meet his oppressors. Before he could react, however, he was on the ground, twitching from the Cruciatus curse.

"Do you think he's cracked yet?" asked a Death Eater. "Our lord needs the information soon, not in a few weeks!"

"I am sure he is close," said the one who cast the spell. He lifted the curse as the other Death Eaters laughed. "Are you prepared to suffer more, or are you ready to tell us what we want?"

"I will never tell you anything!" he said thickly, squinting at them. He knew it was futile to expect to come out of this alive, as he had lost too much blood already, but he was not going to give them the satisfaction of knowing this secret information.

"You will…never…know…," he said faintly, and he fell back.

"Now look what you did, Lucius," shouted a female Death Eater. "You killed our only source of information! Our lord will not be pleased about this change of plans."

"Yes, you are right," Lucius gulped as he stowed his wand away. He quickly clutched his arm. "He is calling, let us go."

With a swish of his cloak, he disappeared, along with the rest of the followers of Voldemort.

Francis, however, was not dead, at least not yet. He lifted his head slightly, and saw, before everything went black, butterflies. They seemed to be made of light, and were beckoning him, calling him…