Post by Lord Gamver on Oct 7, 2006 21:25:51 GMT -5
Chapter One (PLease Suggest name for this story)
Summary: What would happen if god and the devil went on vacation and left the keys to each of their godly verses in the ignition.
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In a gloomy mansion somewhere in the northermost part of britan the most powerful wizard of the century had just concluded his latest meeting of evil. He had just ordered a poor muggle village to its destruction.
He could see in the shadows something moving. But it didn't act as a person. It was like an ebbing of power. It was made up entirly of the shadows.
"Reveal yourself or be destroyed!." He yelled.
As if answering him a small rectangular object came shooting out him. It was to fast to dodge but instead of hitting him it embeded itself in his chair. It became a letter and the ebbing in the shadows stopped as if knowing his reply. He took the letter in his hand "To Tom Marvalo Riddle, in his throne." it said.
He opened and read the letter. The only thing Harry Potter could remember from his vision that night was the evil laughing of a man who knew he could never be beaten.
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Harry Potter was just a freak. Or so his only living relatives told him. When he heard that now he just smirked. He had saved their kid two years ago. The stupid kid that had never gone out of his way to help Harry. The kid who beat the nuts out of Harry every day he got the chance. Harry had saved him. But thats just the way Harry is. Even if people are ungrateful cold bastards they deserve to live. In fact there is only one man 'Is he really a man?' in Harry's mind that deserves to die.
So here he is. Back there. Ever since the day the Dementors attack Privit Drive he had found this alleyway a comfort. He was just leaning there when all of a sudden a mirror that had been reflecting the light of the sun started to change. He saw a small ebbing orb sitting just infront of the event horizon of the mirror. He saw a bright light shoot out of it torwards him. He immediatly fell to the ground and covered his head with his hands. The light shopped just before it hit him, and similar to feather floated to the ground.
Harry Potter in all of his wisdom decided to pick up this glowing letter. He couldn't possibly know why he did so. He just had this nagging feeling. The kind he gets when Hermione tells him do something. He knows he should, because it just makes sense. He knew that if he did not it could have been the end of the world. Or maybe something even more important. He could not discern. All he knew was that it needed to be done.
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Summary: What would happen if god and the devil went on vacation and left the keys to each of their godly verses in the ignition.
____________________________________
In a gloomy mansion somewhere in the northermost part of britan the most powerful wizard of the century had just concluded his latest meeting of evil. He had just ordered a poor muggle village to its destruction.
He could see in the shadows something moving. But it didn't act as a person. It was like an ebbing of power. It was made up entirly of the shadows.
"Reveal yourself or be destroyed!." He yelled.
As if answering him a small rectangular object came shooting out him. It was to fast to dodge but instead of hitting him it embeded itself in his chair. It became a letter and the ebbing in the shadows stopped as if knowing his reply. He took the letter in his hand "To Tom Marvalo Riddle, in his throne." it said.
He opened and read the letter. The only thing Harry Potter could remember from his vision that night was the evil laughing of a man who knew he could never be beaten.
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Harry Potter was just a freak. Or so his only living relatives told him. When he heard that now he just smirked. He had saved their kid two years ago. The stupid kid that had never gone out of his way to help Harry. The kid who beat the nuts out of Harry every day he got the chance. Harry had saved him. But thats just the way Harry is. Even if people are ungrateful cold bastards they deserve to live. In fact there is only one man 'Is he really a man?' in Harry's mind that deserves to die.
So here he is. Back there. Ever since the day the Dementors attack Privit Drive he had found this alleyway a comfort. He was just leaning there when all of a sudden a mirror that had been reflecting the light of the sun started to change. He saw a small ebbing orb sitting just infront of the event horizon of the mirror. He saw a bright light shoot out of it torwards him. He immediatly fell to the ground and covered his head with his hands. The light shopped just before it hit him, and similar to feather floated to the ground.
Harry Potter in all of his wisdom decided to pick up this glowing letter. He couldn't possibly know why he did so. He just had this nagging feeling. The kind he gets when Hermione tells him do something. He knows he should, because it just makes sense. He knew that if he did not it could have been the end of the world. Or maybe something even more important. He could not discern. All he knew was that it needed to be done.
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