The Beginning of the End
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
16,514
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Beginning of the End
I own nothing of the Harry Potter universe. It all belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros., and any other entities involved.
“Why? Why can’t they give me what they give to Dudley,” little six year old Harry thought to himself. He would hear laughter in the background with what appeared to be a ripping sound, followed immediately by a loud squeal.
Little Harry understood that he was never to voice that question aloud. He learned that lesson last year. He still couldn’t walk properly on that leg without a great deal of pain. Now, he just waited and tried to get information by listening in on conversations late at night when they thought he was asleep.
*Flashback*
“Petunia, you know it’s dangerous to keep the freak around here in our perfect, normal house. What if someone see’s him and goes snooping around?” Vernon asked in a quiet, disgusted voice.
“Well Vernon, we can’t just get rid of the brat! They could be watching the house, so we might as well keep him here for our protection. You know what Dumbl…whats his name said in his letter. *Do what you wish to keep him in line, just don’t kill him* the letter said. Well I for one am going to keep that little trouble maker in line! You know what happened last night was no accident, Vernon. The freak made my little Dudders cry because of the hair incident…..it had to have been him to make it fall off like that!
“Why don’t we just send him to an orphanage Petunia? We could change his name from that god-awful first name to a more discreet one so no-one could find him. Goodness, who names a kid Harry? It’s preposterous and just like your freak sister to give her freak kid a freak name!
*End Flashback*
That little piece of information had given him the courage and hope to go on. He finally knew his name and also knew that a man named Dumble-something had put him in this position and vowed to get revenge when the time came.
Another loud squeal brought his thoughts back to the present. “Just
how many presents did they give him this year? Goodness, it’s been an hour, at the least, and they haven’t even let me out to start breakfast yet! All well, more time for me to relax while I still can. He reached out with his senses to see in how good of a mood his relatives were in.
You see, little did the Dursley’s know was that Harry was gifted in certain areas, one of them being a gift for reading feelings, which came in very handy to avoid punishment at times. He also had unnatural hearing ability, which came in as a big help on his spying at night.
Hum, well my Aunt seems like she is in a very good mood, Dudley seems really smug (no surprise there), and my uncle seems…well, he seems anxious for some reason. “Wonder what that is about?”
Little did he know that his question would soon be answered in the form of a doorbell.
Please review!!! Let me know how I am doing, cuz this is my first fic!
“Why? Why can’t they give me what they give to Dudley,” little six year old Harry thought to himself. He would hear laughter in the background with what appeared to be a ripping sound, followed immediately by a loud squeal.
Little Harry understood that he was never to voice that question aloud. He learned that lesson last year. He still couldn’t walk properly on that leg without a great deal of pain. Now, he just waited and tried to get information by listening in on conversations late at night when they thought he was asleep.
*Flashback*
“Petunia, you know it’s dangerous to keep the freak around here in our perfect, normal house. What if someone see’s him and goes snooping around?” Vernon asked in a quiet, disgusted voice.
“Well Vernon, we can’t just get rid of the brat! They could be watching the house, so we might as well keep him here for our protection. You know what Dumbl…whats his name said in his letter. *Do what you wish to keep him in line, just don’t kill him* the letter said. Well I for one am going to keep that little trouble maker in line! You know what happened last night was no accident, Vernon. The freak made my little Dudders cry because of the hair incident…..it had to have been him to make it fall off like that!
“Why don’t we just send him to an orphanage Petunia? We could change his name from that god-awful first name to a more discreet one so no-one could find him. Goodness, who names a kid Harry? It’s preposterous and just like your freak sister to give her freak kid a freak name!
*End Flashback*
That little piece of information had given him the courage and hope to go on. He finally knew his name and also knew that a man named Dumble-something had put him in this position and vowed to get revenge when the time came.
Another loud squeal brought his thoughts back to the present. “Just
how many presents did they give him this year? Goodness, it’s been an hour, at the least, and they haven’t even let me out to start breakfast yet! All well, more time for me to relax while I still can. He reached out with his senses to see in how good of a mood his relatives were in.
You see, little did the Dursley’s know was that Harry was gifted in certain areas, one of them being a gift for reading feelings, which came in very handy to avoid punishment at times. He also had unnatural hearing ability, which came in as a big help on his spying at night.
Hum, well my Aunt seems like she is in a very good mood, Dudley seems really smug (no surprise there), and my uncle seems…well, he seems anxious for some reason. “Wonder what that is about?”
Little did he know that his question would soon be answered in the form of a doorbell.
Please review!!! Let me know how I am doing, cuz this is my first fic!