THE SUPREME {D.M}

CHAPTER 1

DISCLAIMER: Just wanted to let any new readers know that I'm currently editing this story because I wrote it 4 years ago now and I just cringe reading my old style of writing lmao 😂 Anyway I hope you enjoy :)

I had always known I was different. By the way my Aunt was so protective over me. I remember watching my friends receive their letters from Hogwarts saying that they were deemed to be suitable witches and wizards; seeing their parents overcome with happiness and a feeling of achievement. But that day never came for me. I'd always been sickly child growing up, my Aunt said it had something to do with the trauma I had been through when I was only four years old. The murder of my parents by none other than the Dark Lord and his followers.

Many had presumed he had met his end that horrific night in Godrics Hollow with the supposed demise of the Dark Lord along with the Potters. But they were wrong, his followers still remained loyal in secret and somehow in a hallow shell of a wizard, neither living or dead, the Dark Lord still lingered, causing darkness and death to spread.

My Aunt had never explained to me as to why they were murdered and from the very few stories I had been told about them I had managed to gather that they were good people, making me even more curious as to why they were doomed with such a horrific fate. I'd always had nightmares as a child, flashbacks of that awful night which I faintly remember. The screams of my parents as our little cottage in the woods was attacked by a mass of Death Eaters and other evil creatures still prominent in my mind. I remember being led out of the cottage through a secret underground passage which led to the nearest town by Cedric Diggory. I had grown up with him, the two of us playing in the woods together whenever we had the chance. He was the only friend I had up until I was nine and he left to go to Hogwarts.

From there they had managed to get word to my Aunt about the tragic series of events and took me far away from our town in Cornwall, to a little village in Scotland called Glenelg. The village was mainly filled with witches and wizards and from what I could gather at the time, it seemed safe and gave me some comfort after the ordeal I had been through. I liked that I was able to roam around freely, playing in the trees and helping my Aunt in the garden where she grew all types of herbs for her potions. Some would even go as far as to say I had a perfect childhood and upbringing, but the only difference in my case was that I didn't have parents to share it with. It always felt as though something was missing.

It was only when I was thirteen going on fourteen that I had heard about the murder of Cedric in the Triwizard Tournament, with the supposed revival of he who must not be named. I felt like my heart had been completely ripped out of my chest. I owed that boy my life, he was the one who saved me from a fate which no doubt would have been similar to my parents'. And after hearing I knew that I needed to get my revenge on the Dark Lord, he had taken so many things from me so early on in my life. He made me feel alone, scared and vulnerable. But there comes a point when there's only so much you can take and I wasn't just going to sit back and watch him ruin the lives of other innocent people. No. I knew that soon enough the day would come where I'd be able to get my avenge. And boy, could I not wait.

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