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After The Triwizard Tournament, Voldemort is resurrected before the eyes of Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory. Voldemort is now capable of touching Harry without burning in pain. When Voldemort demonstrates this, a stran...
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It may have been a sunny day, but Harry was feeling as dingy as the swing set he was on. The air was warm, but it was wonderfully breezy. The grass beneath his feet was browning, it hadn't rain for about two weeks; which is very strange for this part of England. It was partly cloudy, and Harry was not swinging on the swing. He just sat there, watching the spinning roundabout in front of him. Not thinking of anything in particular, he was in a sour mood. He was brought out of his thoughts when he saw his brother walking up to him with a group of his cronies behind him.
"Hey Big D, beat up another ten year old?" Harry spoke up, tired of dealing with his prat of a brother.
"This one deserved it," Dudley said with a brain dead look on his face.
"Right...Very brave of you~" Harry smarted off, very obviously annoyed with Dudley.
"Well you're one to talk~Moaning in your sleep every night," Dudley paused for a moment, not smart enough to be quick with his own insults. Harry begrudgingly waited for Dudley's inevitable taunting but didn't expect what was to come out of his mouth. Dudley turned towards his friends and started laughing before he continued, "Don't kill Cedric! Who'sCedric? Is he your boyfriend?"
"Shut up..." Harry responded in a withdrawn way, not at all wanting Dudley to continue to remind him of his fatal mistake last school year.
"He'sgoingtokillme, Mum! Where is your mum? Is she dead? IS SHE DEAD?" With each word, Harry kept getting angrier and angrier. Until finally, when Dudley yelled the last phrase, and he turned around to start laughing obnoxiously loud, Harry rushed at Dudley. Harry suddenly had his dark Holly wood wand tip pressed up into the fat double chin of Dudley. Dudley's friends all began to laugh loudly as they didn't know the significance behind the threat Harry just made.
Do it, Harry...
You know the spell...
A dark voice in Harry's mind kept him from casting any spell, because suddenly the sunny day was far too quickly turned into a very stormy one. It got very dark around them, and Harry looked up at the sky and saw the clouds seeming to speed up, like a storm was brewing. Harry immediately withdrew his wand, and turned away from Dudley before sprinting away from him as it started to pour down rain and the air grew colder. Dudley followed not too long after, barely able to catch up to Harry.
By the time they reached the tunnels, the ground was soaked beneath them, their shoes were muddy, and their clothing as well as hair soaked. Harry walked into the tunnel warily, seeing his breath come out was not a good sign. The eerie yellow dirty lights, in the tunnel's corners where the walls met the ceiling, were flickering as they got further into it. He remembered this happening a lot his third year whenever~
It was right then that Harry turned, and was startled by the fear inducing sight of a dark dementor. Harry had no time to run because the dementor's freezing, bony hand gripped him by the throat and began to steal the positive feelings in him. Dudley stupidly pressed himself against the wall in shock before he turned and began to make his way out of the tunnel, but made too much of a ruckus, and slipped and fell on his arse on the floor. He slipped on the ice, the ice was clearly from the dementor in the room, freezing the water on the floor from the rain coming in.
