Prelude
Harry Potter kneeled on the floor. He was bound to the floor beneath him by chains. Two bleeding stumps jutted from his back making the floor wet with his blood. Most men would have struggled against the bonds that held him or shouted out obscenities or innocence. Harry wasn't like those people, he firmly believed that he deserved the punishment he was about to receive. A middle aged man walked into Harry's cell and spit on him before unlatching him from the floor. Several other men stood outside the cell with their wands trained at Harry expecting him to attempt escape. The men led him out to an audience chamber where people were cheering. He didn't even have the energy to sneer at them. 'pathetic mortals' he thought. He was led to an platform with a guiatine1 on it. A hood was roughly placed over his head and he screamed realizing that it was soaked in holy water before hand. He was barely conscious as he was thrown onto the block underneath the blade. He didn't even notice the executioner releasing the blade. All that led up to this point ran through his memory right before the blade went through his neck…………….
1 ( I had no idea how to spell this and my spell check didn't seem to either lol)
A/N: I know it was really short but I mean it does what it is supposed to do . I know a lot of people don't like preludes but I wanted to use one :P more to come soon