As you may have noticed, this story hasn't been updated in a while, so to give myself some more motivation, I'm going to turn it on its head and go a whole new direction. Good luck to me.
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Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to .voldamort was still on his feet about what had happened. How could one event scare him so? No clue. Months turned to years. News articles theorised he has finally bit the bullet. He was dead to the public. All the while, he rebranded and reshaped his empire. Henry has grown from a small toddler to a bright young man. At 14, he was as good as the adults. However, voldamort contuied to keep him from the meetings.
However, it was not all perfect in the riddle house. Letters. They started off every week when henry was young. However, as he grew, they arrived fewer and fewer. Now, it was just on birthdays. Letters of the truth. For the almost 13 years henry had been with voldamort, he had ruthlessly fought to find the source of these letters. However, the sender was smarter.
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Voldamort sat apon his throne. As he had created more and more horcuxes, he had grown more and more unstable. His meetings wernt enough for him anymore. He demanded a throne so tall his followers had to crane their necks up to the heavens to see him. They looked up at God when they prayed, why should they not look up to see him?
A throne made of wood shaped like a cicada tree, made of the debris from houses, wands, clothes, and shoes of his fallen enemy's. The heart or core of the throne was personal items such as clothes and shoes. Things so covered in blood even a thousand baths couldn't cleanse them, the wood splitters from the broken houses covered the clothes. Finally wands, carved into sharp daggers covered and binded the small holes. From the outside the clothes were closed, showing only the deep tones of blood covered wood.
The sharp splitters of the wood cut his skin as he sat, but he didn't care.
As his death eaters stood there cowering, Harry walked in.
"Father?"
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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...
