Harry Potter and The Duplaticus Curse.
(a 6th year story.)
(These characters do not belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling)
CHAPTER 1 The Man under the cloak.
"I've been waiting for you," said a cold, high voice. "I've been waiting a very long time. Almost 15 years in fact."
"I'm sorry for not finding you sooner," said a second voice, his voice was of a male. "I was got a bit carried away. I heard of the duel you had with Harry, that's when I knew how I could find you. Is it true that he beat your curse again-"
"Silence!" Cut in the first voice. "I do not wish to speak of that, you have no idea how long it took me to find my powers again."
"I'm sorry My Lord-"
"Enough of your sniveling. You remind me of someone who was very close to you-"
"And I, my lord, does not wish to speak of that," said the second voice.
"Well," said the second voice angrily, "If you know what's good for you, you should know never to speak to me like that again."
"I'm sorry my lord."
"Sorry doesn't cut it," Said the first voice. "If you ever speak to me like that again. I will personally rip you apart limb from limb. Not that anyone would care. You're supposed to be dead."
"You wouldn't dare-"
"Oh, would I." The two voices were silent. Only the whistling wind, rattling by the windows of the old house could be heard.
"The only reason that I keep you alive is because you are one of my best Death Eaters." Said the first voice quietly. "The only other reason is that you hold something that might be the key to our little friends power."
"I don't even know if I have the key." Said the second voice.
"Are you suggesting that I kill you right now and get it over with?" Said the first voice slyly.
The second voice remained silent.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Enter," said the voice quietly.
The door creaked open and a woman in a black cloak entered.
"My lord," she said tensely, "My lord, someone approaches."
The two figures jumped to their feet and followed the woman out of the room.
The stopped in front of the window in the hall. Outside the sun was setting.
"Where?" Asked the first voice. The woman pointed to a teenage child coming up the dusty path.
"It's a muggle my lord," Said the woman.
"Kill him," said the first voice coldly. "No one, not even a muggle can know about our plan. No matter how young and weak."
The woman snapped her fingers at a man standing by the door. The man, who was also in a black cloak, swept out of the room.
The three people watched as the man approached the boy. His voice echoed back to the house so the three could hear.
"What are you doing here?" They heard the man ask.
"What does it look like I'm doing," The boy asked sarcastically. He pointed behind the man to a bush. There was a football stuck in it.
The boy pushed his way past the man and over to the bush. He plucked the ball from the bush. As his back was turned, the man pulled out a long stick from his cloak.
"Avada Kedavra," The man said quietly. The boy slumped to the ground, dead.
The first voice laughed quietly from inside the house.
"Well, that was amusing," the first voice said softly, "Perhaps we will soon have something better to kill than just weak children."
There was a murmur of interest from the figures that were standing in the hall. The first figure gazed out of the window, watching as the man raised his wand and sent the body of the boy floating into a woods near the house. Than he returned inside.
"Good job Lucius," said the voice, "Was it amusing for you?" The man named Lucius nodded.
"Come here Lucius." The man approached slowly as if scared of the first figure.
The first man suddenly grabbed the man's arm and pulled up his sleeve. Burned into the man's arm was a Skull, with a snake protruding from the mouth. The man pressed a long white finger onto the mark.
Harry Potter's eyes snapped open. Not because of his aunt yelling for him downstairs, but because his scar started to hurt.
"If you're not down here in five seconds I'll-"
"I'm coming!" Harry sprang up from his bed where he had been napping soundly. His scar still hurt a lot, but he ignored it. Harry had been awoken seven times during the summer because his scar had hurt, the only difference was the dream.
"You," snapped his Aunt Petunia when he entered the kitchen, "Why didn't you come when I called for you the first time?"
"I'm sorry," yawned Harry, "I fell asleep."
"I need you to watch the pot roast. Don't let it burn, no funny business either." His aunt snapped.
"It's not like I'm going to do anything," sighed Harry quietly, so his aunt wouldn't hear.
Harry pulled up a chair in front of the oven and ran his finger up and down his scar. It was still painful.
Harry had been sitting there for only five minutes when the earth began to shake violently. Most people would've dived under the table, covered their heads, and prayed that they made it out alive. Harry knew better. The shaking wasn't an earthquake it was his cousin Dudley, Aunt Petunia's pride and joy.
"What are you doing?" Dudley asked stupidly.
"Watching T.V," Harry said sarcastically, "What does it look like I'm doing."
Dudley scratched his head, which made him look like a gorilla more than anything.
"That doesn't look like a T.V," said Dudley, "That's an oven."
"No," said Harry, "It's a T.V, but it only shows the cooking channel." Dudley scowled.
"You're lying."
"Yep." Harry said. Dudley scowled some more then he rumbled out of the room.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was growing quite bored. He was almost drifting off to sleep again when he heard a soft tap on the window. Harry looked up at the now dark widow to see that Hedwig, his snowy owl tapping on the window. Harry jumped up from his chair and opened the window. She was holding a letter in her talons. She stretched out her leg, motioning for Harry to take the letter. Just as Harry extended his arm to take the letter, the timer went off for the pot roast.
Though Harry longed to ignore the stupid pot roast, he pulled on some oven mitts and pulled it out of the oven. He had placed it on the counter to cool when his uncle walked into the kitchen.
"Good, you didn't burn it," Said his uncle who was in a good mood because he didn't have to eat 'rabbit food' that night.
"Ruddy owl," he growled, shooing Hedwig off of the table. She hooted angrily and settled herself on top of the refrigerator.
Suddenly the doorbell rang from outside.
"Go," Said Uncle Vernon. "And take your owl with you." Hedwig fluttered onto Harry's shoulder as he walked up the stairs to his room.
Harry slammed the door behind him and sat down on his bed. Hedwig jumped down beside him and held out her leg again. Harry took the letter from her and opened the envelope. It was from Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend. Harry was unfolding the letter when Uncle Vernon called to him.
"Boy!" Barked Uncle Vernon, "Get down here!"
Harry dropped the letter and walked to the door, wondering what Uncle Vernon was mad at him for.
When Harry walked into the entrance hall Uncle Vernon had the door open. A tall, dark figure was standing outside in the rain.
"Do you know who this is?" Uncle Vernon inquired. "He looks like one of you." The man standing outside was cloaked and his hood was covering his face.
Without warning the man turned on his heel and walked down the wet walkway and onto the sidewalk.
"What was that all about?" Asked Uncle Vernon, "Diffidently seems like one of your people. Load of weirdos." Uncle Vernon slammed the door and went into the kitchen. Harry stared at the door for a moment longer, wondering if that was one of Voldemort's spies. If he had been a spy he wasn't doing a very good job of keeping secret.
Harry ran back up to his room to read his letter.
Dear Harry,
How are the muggles treating you? Not to bad I hope. Anyway, I talked to mom and mom talked to Dumbledore and said that you could come to our house on Saturday. How 'bout it? Anyway, even if the muggles don't want you to go, were coming to get you at six tomorrow. Don't worry, we're coming a muggle way, Dad borrowed a car from the Ministry. Have you heard anything about You-know-who?
Mom, Bill, and Charlie made us recap everything that happened the night that you fought you-know-who last year. They're probably going to make you recap everything too. They seem to think that we're not telling the whole truth. Fred and George are just happy because now they know what You-know-who looks like. There is no need to write back. We'll probably get you before Hedwig gets to us.
Anyway, see you tomorrow at six!
Ron
Harry laughed slightly. He put the letter down and looked out of the widow above his bed.
It was still raining hard. He looked down on the driveway. Suddenly he gasped.
The figure that had come to the door was standing in the driveway, looking up at Harry through his window.
(a 6th year story.)
(These characters do not belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling)
CHAPTER 1 The Man under the cloak.
"I've been waiting for you," said a cold, high voice. "I've been waiting a very long time. Almost 15 years in fact."
"I'm sorry for not finding you sooner," said a second voice, his voice was of a male. "I was got a bit carried away. I heard of the duel you had with Harry, that's when I knew how I could find you. Is it true that he beat your curse again-"
"Silence!" Cut in the first voice. "I do not wish to speak of that, you have no idea how long it took me to find my powers again."
"I'm sorry My Lord-"
"Enough of your sniveling. You remind me of someone who was very close to you-"
"And I, my lord, does not wish to speak of that," said the second voice.
"Well," said the second voice angrily, "If you know what's good for you, you should know never to speak to me like that again."
"I'm sorry my lord."
"Sorry doesn't cut it," Said the first voice. "If you ever speak to me like that again. I will personally rip you apart limb from limb. Not that anyone would care. You're supposed to be dead."
"You wouldn't dare-"
"Oh, would I." The two voices were silent. Only the whistling wind, rattling by the windows of the old house could be heard.
"The only reason that I keep you alive is because you are one of my best Death Eaters." Said the first voice quietly. "The only other reason is that you hold something that might be the key to our little friends power."
"I don't even know if I have the key." Said the second voice.
"Are you suggesting that I kill you right now and get it over with?" Said the first voice slyly.
The second voice remained silent.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Enter," said the voice quietly.
The door creaked open and a woman in a black cloak entered.
"My lord," she said tensely, "My lord, someone approaches."
The two figures jumped to their feet and followed the woman out of the room.
The stopped in front of the window in the hall. Outside the sun was setting.
"Where?" Asked the first voice. The woman pointed to a teenage child coming up the dusty path.
"It's a muggle my lord," Said the woman.
"Kill him," said the first voice coldly. "No one, not even a muggle can know about our plan. No matter how young and weak."
The woman snapped her fingers at a man standing by the door. The man, who was also in a black cloak, swept out of the room.
The three people watched as the man approached the boy. His voice echoed back to the house so the three could hear.
"What are you doing here?" They heard the man ask.
"What does it look like I'm doing," The boy asked sarcastically. He pointed behind the man to a bush. There was a football stuck in it.
The boy pushed his way past the man and over to the bush. He plucked the ball from the bush. As his back was turned, the man pulled out a long stick from his cloak.
"Avada Kedavra," The man said quietly. The boy slumped to the ground, dead.
The first voice laughed quietly from inside the house.
"Well, that was amusing," the first voice said softly, "Perhaps we will soon have something better to kill than just weak children."
There was a murmur of interest from the figures that were standing in the hall. The first figure gazed out of the window, watching as the man raised his wand and sent the body of the boy floating into a woods near the house. Than he returned inside.
"Good job Lucius," said the voice, "Was it amusing for you?" The man named Lucius nodded.
"Come here Lucius." The man approached slowly as if scared of the first figure.
The first man suddenly grabbed the man's arm and pulled up his sleeve. Burned into the man's arm was a Skull, with a snake protruding from the mouth. The man pressed a long white finger onto the mark.
Harry Potter's eyes snapped open. Not because of his aunt yelling for him downstairs, but because his scar started to hurt.
"If you're not down here in five seconds I'll-"
"I'm coming!" Harry sprang up from his bed where he had been napping soundly. His scar still hurt a lot, but he ignored it. Harry had been awoken seven times during the summer because his scar had hurt, the only difference was the dream.
"You," snapped his Aunt Petunia when he entered the kitchen, "Why didn't you come when I called for you the first time?"
"I'm sorry," yawned Harry, "I fell asleep."
"I need you to watch the pot roast. Don't let it burn, no funny business either." His aunt snapped.
"It's not like I'm going to do anything," sighed Harry quietly, so his aunt wouldn't hear.
Harry pulled up a chair in front of the oven and ran his finger up and down his scar. It was still painful.
Harry had been sitting there for only five minutes when the earth began to shake violently. Most people would've dived under the table, covered their heads, and prayed that they made it out alive. Harry knew better. The shaking wasn't an earthquake it was his cousin Dudley, Aunt Petunia's pride and joy.
"What are you doing?" Dudley asked stupidly.
"Watching T.V," Harry said sarcastically, "What does it look like I'm doing."
Dudley scratched his head, which made him look like a gorilla more than anything.
"That doesn't look like a T.V," said Dudley, "That's an oven."
"No," said Harry, "It's a T.V, but it only shows the cooking channel." Dudley scowled.
"You're lying."
"Yep." Harry said. Dudley scowled some more then he rumbled out of the room.
Twenty minutes later, Harry was growing quite bored. He was almost drifting off to sleep again when he heard a soft tap on the window. Harry looked up at the now dark widow to see that Hedwig, his snowy owl tapping on the window. Harry jumped up from his chair and opened the window. She was holding a letter in her talons. She stretched out her leg, motioning for Harry to take the letter. Just as Harry extended his arm to take the letter, the timer went off for the pot roast.
Though Harry longed to ignore the stupid pot roast, he pulled on some oven mitts and pulled it out of the oven. He had placed it on the counter to cool when his uncle walked into the kitchen.
"Good, you didn't burn it," Said his uncle who was in a good mood because he didn't have to eat 'rabbit food' that night.
"Ruddy owl," he growled, shooing Hedwig off of the table. She hooted angrily and settled herself on top of the refrigerator.
Suddenly the doorbell rang from outside.
"Go," Said Uncle Vernon. "And take your owl with you." Hedwig fluttered onto Harry's shoulder as he walked up the stairs to his room.
Harry slammed the door behind him and sat down on his bed. Hedwig jumped down beside him and held out her leg again. Harry took the letter from her and opened the envelope. It was from Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend. Harry was unfolding the letter when Uncle Vernon called to him.
"Boy!" Barked Uncle Vernon, "Get down here!"
Harry dropped the letter and walked to the door, wondering what Uncle Vernon was mad at him for.
When Harry walked into the entrance hall Uncle Vernon had the door open. A tall, dark figure was standing outside in the rain.
"Do you know who this is?" Uncle Vernon inquired. "He looks like one of you." The man standing outside was cloaked and his hood was covering his face.
Without warning the man turned on his heel and walked down the wet walkway and onto the sidewalk.
"What was that all about?" Asked Uncle Vernon, "Diffidently seems like one of your people. Load of weirdos." Uncle Vernon slammed the door and went into the kitchen. Harry stared at the door for a moment longer, wondering if that was one of Voldemort's spies. If he had been a spy he wasn't doing a very good job of keeping secret.
Harry ran back up to his room to read his letter.
Dear Harry,
How are the muggles treating you? Not to bad I hope. Anyway, I talked to mom and mom talked to Dumbledore and said that you could come to our house on Saturday. How 'bout it? Anyway, even if the muggles don't want you to go, were coming to get you at six tomorrow. Don't worry, we're coming a muggle way, Dad borrowed a car from the Ministry. Have you heard anything about You-know-who?
Mom, Bill, and Charlie made us recap everything that happened the night that you fought you-know-who last year. They're probably going to make you recap everything too. They seem to think that we're not telling the whole truth. Fred and George are just happy because now they know what You-know-who looks like. There is no need to write back. We'll probably get you before Hedwig gets to us.
Anyway, see you tomorrow at six!
Ron
Harry laughed slightly. He put the letter down and looked out of the widow above his bed.
It was still raining hard. He looked down on the driveway. Suddenly he gasped.
The figure that had come to the door was standing in the driveway, looking up at Harry through his window.