a new kind of love ᝰ h. potter

𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 ::: 4

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

An old man lit his stove, placing a kettle on top of it. He looked out the window to notice a light on in the building nearby.

"Bloody kids," he said grabbing his keys and flashlight.

He walked over to the house, slowly opening the door once he reached it. He creeped inside, looking around. His flashlight was his only source of light.

He slowly made his way up the stairs.

"How fastidious you've become, Wormtail." An eerie voice spoke, the old man turned of his flashlight listening into the conversation. "As I recall, you once called the nearest gutter pipe home. Could it be thag the task of nursing me has become wearisome for you?"

The old man continued to ascend the steps but one step made a creak, he slowly moved off of that step onto the next.

"Oh, no. No, no, my Lord Voldemort. I only meant perhaps if we were to do it without the boy." Another voice spoke.

"No! The boy is everything! It cannot be done with out him. And it will be done. Exactly as I said." The original voice whisper yelled.

The man saw a young man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties kneel next to a chair.

"I will not disappoint you, my Lord." He said

"Good. First, gather our old comrades. Send them a sign."

A snake slid past the man, making its way into the room. It spoke parseltongue, as it slid onto the chair the young man was kneading next to.

"Nagini tells me the old Muggle caretaker is standing just outside the door."

Everyone in the room looked in the old man's direction, Wormtail standing in front of the door.

"Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting." Wormtail stepped aside, "Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled

The old man yelled.

"Harry. Harry!" (Y/N) yelled, standing over the sweating boy.

He gasped, his eyes snapping open.

"Are you alright?" She asked

Harry grabbed his glasses, quickly putting them on.

"(Y/N). Bad dream." Harry breathed out

"You scared me for a moment." She laughed

"Wake up! Wake up, Ronald!" Hermione whisper yelled, standing over the boy.

"Bloody hell." Ron said, pulling his blanket up.

"Honestly, get dressed. And don't go back to sleep. Come on, Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready!" Hermione shouted

(Y/N) looked at Harry, noticing he was touching his scar.

"Are you sure you're okay, Harry?"

"Yeah."

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"Ron, were are we actually going?" Harry asked, following behind Mr Weasley and the other children.

"Don't know. Hey, Dad. Where are we going?" Ron replied

"Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!" Arthur yelled