ok well this is my first time doing this so I would love if you could tell me any thing that you think about my writing.I dont care what it is just

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I do not own Harry Potter J. K. Rowling does.I don't have enough creativity to invent anything like this.

Warnings:Nothing ever happens in the first chapter.

A lone figure draped in a black cloak walked through a thick forest heading toward an old looking Castle. When the figure walked through the doors of the castle the people inside stilled. Many" master Le Lis*" echoed around the room as the men bowed their heads in the sign of submission. Le Lis simply passed them not caring about small matters. Le Lis walked through the halls his long black cloak waving in the cold air of the room. He entered into a room pausing only to open the huge double doors.

"Ah Le Lis, I was wondering when you would be dropping by" Said a cold voice. Small dainty hands lifted from Le Lis's sides pushing the hood back. This person had long black flowing hair that ended at the persons back, pale skin contrasting with the midnight black hair, Full plump pouty lips and vibrant Avada Kedavra green eyes that glowed past a pure white mask that only covered the top half of the face. Though you could not see it the person's body was lithe and every step was as graceful as a dancers, One look and you would of thought

that this person was a female however this person was unmistakably male. "well what does the assassin Le Lis want?" Voldemort asked. With a sigh Le Lis looked up at the man.

"hmm well you see I have become bored. staying calm and innocent for my own good. So I decided that I might want to try and change over the summer saying that it was caused by my Godfathers death and that I didn't want to become a liability to others so I fancied a change. I'll keep up my I'm a perfect little Gryffindor charade but I want a little more freedom then the oh so limited one I have now." With a nod voldemort approved his idea.

"how would you manage to get where I am when we have a meeting. "he asked. To answer the question Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Inside the box was an earring the looked like a coiled snake.

"You could charm this to be a port key that activates only on command with a password. That way I would be able to go into my bed at night ,close the curtains and come here then go back to my bed and pretend nothing

happened. "very well, come here "voldemort said. Voldemort took the earring and aimed at it with his wand. "portusss" he hissed. Harry took the earring and placed back it into the box. "that is it my lord. Is there anything that you wish of me?" harry said with a mock bow "no there is nothing that I need done at this current moment You may leave."

"I was also thinking of changing my outfit to something else ,Something to symbolize me." Harry said. "have you figured out what to use" Voldemort asked. Harry shook his head "no, but I've been working on it and I'll make sure to show it to you once I have it completed" With that harry turned around and left the room. With his cloak hood up and robes billowing out the Assassin Le Lis looked every ounce of scary he was.

Harry sat on his bed in the smallest room of number four private drive. Harry was watching the wall as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. He was rubbing his arm where the basilisk tooth had pierced him absently. Memories were flashing through his mind of a basilisk charging at him. What was he thinking charging at a giant snake? Who in their right mind would do things like that? Normal people would of stayed as far away as possible. Not him. No he went and decided it would be a smart idea to fight the snake.

Maybe Snape was right. Maybe he did like the attention just didn't know he liked it. Although he couldn't figure out what had made the memory of Voldemort go after HIM, What did he ever do to get chased down by a snake. Could it of only been because he managed to survive the killing curse? Yet it didn't sound like it. Dumbledore was keeping something from him and he wanted to know what.

How was he to fight a dark lord if Dumbledore never let him have extra classes? He may pretend to be retarded but even Ron had agreed that it would be a good idea and Ron was an idiot and yet Dumbledore had said no. He needed to fight some 40 year old dark lord how was he supposed to fight him with little to no knowledge of magic. Voldemort knew dark magic and he didn't care about using the unforgivable. How was he supposed to do it as a weakling?

With that in his head harry stood up and grabbed his cloak. Harry would learn black magic without anyone knowledge. He would still pretend to not know it but he wasn't about to try and fight a dark lord without getting something on him and if the light wouldn't know what he was doing then the dark wouldn't know it either.

Harry walked through the leaky cauldron and out onto Diagon alley. Harry walked into Flourish & Blotts to find books of the dark arts. Finding nothing that interested him harry decided that maybe he should go into Knockturn Alley since it was supposed to be a dark place. Harry walked through the cold dark path of Knockturn Alley till he found a book store. Thirty minutes in the store and harry had found many books to please him. Paying for the books harry turned around and headed for Diagon Alley. When he got there harry noticed Ron and Hermione standing in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. With a smile harry opened his mouth to shout their names

"Harry's supposed to come over to the burrow in a couple of weeks" Ron said with a sneer. Harry stopped this wasn't right ,something was wrong. "Great and Dumbledore wants me to join you there to keep an eye on him so well probably hear how great he is and how amazing straight from the horses' mouth" Hermione said. "Horses' mouth?" Ron asked. "muggle saying Ronald" Hermione said with a sigh.

"Oh" Ron said" couldn't we just get mom to poison his food the first day he's here?" No Ronald then he wouldn't be able to marry ginny or defeat you-know-who plus we won't be able to get his money if he dies so soon" Hermione said. "All right" Ron said. When they both turned to leave harry ran back into Knockturn. When Ron and Hermione walked past them harry just couldn't believe it. All of it was a lie, everything he believed and loved so much was just a ploy to get his money and his possessions and nothing more.

Harry turned looking back down Knockturn Alley when something caught his eye. A pure white mask rested in the window of a shop just across from harry. With a smile harry entered the store. He would rule his own life and not be what others wanted his to be. The life of a lily was hard but it would always survive after a storm nothing could stop it from growing again

*Le Lis means the lily. I thought it was appropriate.

This is very small compared to what I normally right but I needed something to start with so the second chapter will be longer. I will also upload the second chapter in about a week or earlier.

later,

SoteriusDryke