Hey everyone...well this is my first fanfic and I'm sure everyone will probably think it's horrible but I would love some constructive critisicm!!And by the way I do NOT own any of these characters. They are all from JK's beautiful imagination! So anyway here goes nothing.....
24 Deatheaters crowded around Lily and James Potter's graves, forming a circle around the four teens that stood before them. They threw harmless spells at them, just to scare them. The Deatheaters had strict orders from their Lord not to hurt any of them. If a spell meant for someone else hurt Harry, the one responsible would be severely punished.
Underneath the nearest hood, Harry heard a cold, familiar voice. " Yeat again I cannot kill you, Potter. But, soon, you will see all your little friends go before you." Bellatrix Lestrange gave a high-pitched manic laugh at this thought.
"Now, now Bella, don't get to carried away. The Dark Lord may want to keep these three after he kills Potter. The might have some more information about this so-called "Order" than I do. And they may even know where Dumbledore is."
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry all looked up, stunned. That voice. The person Dumbledore trusted. They had all suspected, but none had ever really thought it possible.
"How could you??!! Dumbledore trusted you! I trusted you! And after all Dumbledore has done for you, you've betrayed him! He gave you a job, a life! And now you throw it all away? How could you?!" Hermione spat at him. All spell-casting had ceased so everyone could hear Snape's reply.
Snape took a while to answer."Dumbledore only thought he was doing me a favor. The Dark Lord always has been and always will be where my true loalty lies. Yes, I admit that maybe I did think The Dark Lord was gone forever, but that never made me sink as low as to become loyal to Albus Dumbledore!"
No one spoke. Only Harry noticed something about Snape after he stopped talking. Just a slight wave of his wand, and Harry knew Snape had been lying.
BOOM!!
A puff of smoke near Bellatrix materialized into a body, if you could call it that. The pale face had red slits for eyes, and skin clung to the bones.
"So we meet again, Potter. Too bad it will be the last," Voldemort said icily.Cackling he began to raise his want. " Now, Potter, I want to get this over with so choose quickly. Would you like to be the first to go, or would you like to see sweet little Ginny Weasley go before you?"
Well sorry its so short!! I just dont have time to write anymore!
~Amy~
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