Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter I do however own the twists to the plot and the oc so please don't copy my original work it does have copy rights on it but every other credit goes to J.K Rowling.
A cluster of hills stood tall and spread wide across a village known as Little Hangleton, upon those hills was a manor the age and hardships shining brightly through the cracks of its shelter.
It's creepy and haunting to those of the village whom look upon it. Rumours go around the village of a mishap and brutal murder that took place half a century ago. A family, the most wealthy family of the village was murdered. Speculations and gossip went around like wild fire on who the murderer was for no three healthy people could drop dead for no reason.
A man named frank, a muggle man who was their gardener at the time of their death had been arrested under suspicion of their death.
But alas he was let free that didn't stop the nasty looks and whispers that followed his trail though.
50 years later and he still gardens the property for every knew owner though he knows something isn't quite right with this place knows to the village as riddle manor.
Though there was no obvious signs of forced entry frank knew there was someone, an unwelcome guest in the house.
Treading through the decaying house careful not to make a sound as to alert the intruders he walks up the stairs.
A raspy and warm out voice is heard along with a squeaky and fearful one. He tries too look closer but gets a glimpse of the room and nothing else.
"M-my lord, there is m-more of the b-bottle if you're still h-hungry," a shaken and fearful voice states filling up the otherwise void room.
"Later, we still have work to do for now wormtail," the muggle man jumps, but is careful to make no noise, at the sound of the inhuman and cold voice.
"How long do you plan too stay here m-my lo-lord," the squeaky voice speaks up once again. The muggle man flinches away from the door as he hears the soon followed reply.
"Soon wormtail we will leave, after the quidditch World Cup, where is Nagini?"
"Wh-y my lord m-must we w-wait u-until after-after the cup? And n-nagini, I'm not sure last I saw she was leaving too get food,"
"Do not question me Wormtail, but it is most important we wait until then why does not matter and when Nagini comes back you are too milk her," after another shaky 'yes my lord' there are few words exchanged from the occupants in the abandoned room.
Not too long after the muggle man, Frank, nearly falls back down the stairs as a long vicious snake slithers past him and through the small gap of the door, but manages too contain himself not yet ready for death.
Frank pushes his ear gently against the door nervous at too what will happen. Too his surprise and utter horror he hears the snakes hisses but worse he hears the inhuman man hissing softly back.
"Wormtail I have been informed that there's a muggle listening into our conversation, open the door so we can give our, guest a warm welcome, where are you manners?"
A man with greying and holding hair opens the door his eyes filled with fear and alarm.
"You heard everything, Muggle?" The soft cold voice of the barely human man speaks in question.
The old muggle feels his fear pushed to the side over-rid by defiance,
"What did you call me by?" His shaky but cautious voice demands an answer.
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FanfictionOne thousand years ago a school was made, by four sorcerous, hearts strong and pure. One was as fierce and brave as a lion he valued the strong, the brave and those who knew right from wrong. One was witty, intelligent and elegant as a raven bird...
