As he apperated a fermilliar feeling overcame him. Almost a year ago he had come to this street to kill a small baby and its parents. Now he was back to burn it. He had done it when he had taken Harry for fear of the ministry for one and to taunt dumbledore as two. However, he had to burn it now. Evidence of Harry's life would not be tolerated. Looking around, he saw muggles running in each direction, like headless chickens. houses going up in flames, and his death eaters wildly casting spells at the muggles, some deadlier than others. The screams of cries of absolute terror were music to his wicked ears. How he had truly missed this life.
As the chaos around him insued, he smiled happily. It had been so long, too long in his opinion, and he would bask in every moment of this.
Finally, after a moment of collection, he began casting various spells at the muggles. Chuckling like a pleased child when he hit one. Like a hunter killing game.
"Help me!!!" A woman screamed from behind him.
The sound of children's cries filled his ears. Clearly, someone had helped her.
The smoke from the houses gave way to a wonderfully spooky atmosphere if he thought so himself. Foggy smoke and hooded masked figures were a wonderful combination.
This was where he belonged.
As he walked through the smoke, he almost wanted to skip through the burning town. The smoking embers made the sky look like it was flaking away.
One of the death eaters walked to him.
"My lord, shall we spare the people?" He asked.
Voldemort thought for a moment.
"Spare the children. I don't care about the rest"
Before the death eater could say something else, he walked on. Eventually stopping at small cottage yet to be lit. As he walked through the house, he broke everything in his sight.
The chairs, the tables, the couches. Shattered plates and broken windows littered the floor when he was done.
A surprising calm rushed over him. Oh, how he had missed this. The way he could just let his anger out with no one to bother him relaxed him so.
As he continued going through the house, she screamed from outside meloidiesd in his ears.
He finished this house and moved down to the next, lighting it as he went.
A sudden scream made him freeze, however.
"Dadda! Dadda!" A distinct voice screeched. Looking around, he saw him.
Aurors had appeared. Many surrounded narsissa. While she desperately fought off their advances, there was still an uneven number of them. 5 aurors to a single (while very skilled witch) made her fight unfair.
Harry screamed even louder "dadda!"
In a sudden panic, he apperated to narsissa, taking Harry and apperateing back hid original spot.
The death eaters were quickly out numbered.
"Leave! Go!" He screamed out.
Quickly, his death eaters apperated away, him with them.
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I'm aware this is very short. But I had no motivation :(
Anyway, 558 words. It's not great. it's not bad, but I want to do better next time. I will try to post soon, but happy 12th chapter or something!!
Also, my birthday is 7 days from when I post this (it's sep 15 for me)
Have a great week, stay safe, and be happy, bye.
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The boy who lived; the ruins of family
Fanfiction(I do not own the cover art. I got it off of Google all credit to the artist. I also am not jk Rowling.) what if on that fateful night voldamort had taken Harry and not left him? that's just what this is. In this story, voldamort realizes Harry is a...
