Worthless the Forgotten one (Harry Potter Book 1)

The Story of Voldemort

I, Potter and Hagrid was sat down and I wasn't eating the food I was given knowing it'll upset my stomach greatly. Knowing that my stomach wasn't used to rich food.

"You all right, Harry? You seem quiet." Hagrid asks Harry as I looked to the window. My mind was wondering with all sorts of questions.

"He killed my parents didn't he? The one who gave me this. You know, Hagrid. I know you do." Harry sneered and I rolled my eyes. You banged your head against the crib and that's how he got the V shape scar on his forehead, not the killing curse.

"First, and understand this, Harry, because it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was one wizard that went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-. His name was V-."

"Well, maybe if you wrote it down?" Potter informed and I rolled my eyes, they weren't helping with being scared of the name, I wasn't.

"Nah, I can't spell it. All right... Voldemort." Hagrid whispered and I rolled my eyes annoyed. Flight from death. How very fitting.

"Voldemort?" Potter nearly shouted.

"Shh! It was dark times, Harry, dark times." Hagrid said and I sighed, I didn't want to know the false story.

"(voiceover) Voldemort started to gather some followers. Brought 'em over to the Dark Side. Anyone who stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against 'im. But nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. Nobody, not one. 'Cept you. He never touched your sister." Hagrid said as I came from the flashback. Never touched me! He sent the killing curse at me!

"Me? Voldemort tried to kill... me?" Potter sneered in confusion. I knew that was wrong he tried to kill me ignorant Potter.

"Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that." Hagrid informed.

"What happened to You-Know-Who?" Potter asked but I muttered Voldemort. I wasn't scared of his name, I never was.

"Well, some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's out there still. Too tired to carry on. But one thing's absolutely certain. Somethin' about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your name. You're 'The Boy Who Lived!'" Hagrud informed and I hated that title, no one might not know it's me and I'm glad but, that title I hated.

I got up and walked to my room where I'll be staying for when we go to the train station, as I walked in I heard Fawkes and I smiled as he rubbed against me. "I've missed you Fawkes." I whispered with tears to my first ever friend.

"And I've missed you too, hatchling." He said rubbing against me as I laid down and he perched over me for protection. "Sleep, I'll watch over you." He told me and with that, my eyes couldn't keep open anymore due to exhaustion.