Harry Potter and the Dark Lord
The sea was a ferocious beast, roaring and reaching up to grab whatever it could. The wind howled and the thunder clapped. Lightning speared the cliffs as a boy struggled to fly. The boys name was Harry Potter and he had just left the best life he had ever had behind. He had left his school, Hogwarts, his best friends Hermione and Ron and his girlfriend Ginny, no-one knew where he was, why he left, what he was doing or when he was coming back, as far as he knew he was all alone. He was on the coast of Scotland in winter, trying furiously not to be crushed between the wind and the menacing cliffs with no-one there to help him. He was searching the skyline for something, but the rain and the dark meant he could see nothing. A sudden flash of lightning seared the sky lighting the area. Harry saw where he wanted to go, an old dilapidated church, ruined and nearly toppling of the cliff.
"How dare he!" muttered Harry shaking his head. His untidy black hair shook around his face, and droplets sped into the air, "how dare he use a church, a holy place, to hold such evil. How dare he!"
Harry slowly began to draw nearer to the ruins but as he drew closer, he could see a Figure inspecting a small, stone table. The table though was no ordinary table; as Harry stopped he could feel all the love inside him slowly begin to evaporate, his heart begin to writhe within him, the light in his eyes was like a candle after it had been suffocated. The Figure, cloaked in deep purple did not seem to be in the utter agony Harry was in, it did not seem affected by the sheer hatred pulsating from a small blue glow on the table. Suddenly Harry grew angry. He flew forward at such a speed the rain, the sea and the lightning all became one. As he flew he drew his wand. He was flying towards the Figure muttering a curse as he flew. His eyes glinted manically. A flash of red light burst from both the Figure and Harry and exploded in midair.
Harry leapt from his broom and heaved the Figure to the floor. It twisted and turned, and they rolled across the floor. Bleeding and sore, each struggling to gain the upper hand. Harry felt a sharp pain in his back. He figure crouched over him and slowly drew a long black wand from its sleeve. It pointed the wand at Harry's neck and slowly lowered its hood.
Long hair, dark as coal fell and a small grimace crossed a delicate female face. She began to mutter an incantation, and her hand rose but a burst of light abruptly blazed across the sky as two voices yelled," Stupefy! Expeliarmus!"
The girl rose into the air and fell to the floor next to Harry had been a few seconds earlier. 3 wands pointed at her throat, she couldn't move, fight, do anything other then what they wanted her to do. She had no choice it was that or die.