Saratn
Book One: Chronicles of the Broken Heart
Harry Potter and the Statue of Virtue
Here we are now, with my third fanfic, and let's see if this one turns out as good as my other ones. I plan on making some what of my own series of fanfics, to show how i look at things.
Chapter One:
Knight's Demise
"HOGWARTS WAS no longer safe, everyone knew indeed. Ever since the beloved wizard died to the Half Blood Prince, the wizarding world was in a right state. Panic was seen everywhere among even the littlest of children to the ignorant muggles. Not only was the wizarding world in danger, but it's sister, the muggle world. Muggles have been dying more frequently than usual, aurours were sent to fight off the Death Eaters, but they were killed in the process. No one stood a chance against the Death Eaters under the power and the reign of Lord Voldemort.
"A single thing gives the people hope. A single thing that keeps people sane during these dark times. The Chosen One is the only one who can stand up against the Dark Lord, or so it is thought. A prophecy was smashed two years ago in the Department of Mysteries, but what was in it no one can truly know. But a general theory was made, that the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived was the only one who could stand against the threat that was scaring the world that is loved by both Muggles and Wizards/Witches alike."
A man folded up the Daily Prophet, and tucked it away into his robes. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose with it. He reached to the table that was in front of him, and picked up his hat, and placed it on top of his head. The hat he wore was that of what muggles called cowboy hats. His medium sized brown hair was dry and brittle. His eyes were a shocking emerald color the shone brightly at night. He wore black robes as a wizard should do, but underneath his clothing he wore muggle clothes, something he thought would be useful.
This man was a special kind of wizard, and was to try to capture the dark wizard by any means necessary. He was what a muggle would say, an assassin, but he did not ask for pay. He would do it for free, he only asked for the wizarding community not to get in his way. He didn't like the Death Eaters walking free, like the next wizard. He had a secret deep down that he never revealed to anyone. He was once a Death Eater himself, but that was years ago. He was forced to become one, in order to save the one person he loved. But it turned out that the Death Eater's couldn't be trusted.
"Hey...Knight!" shouted the bartender who was cleaning mugs. "You going to have another drink, or is that it?"
"Yes, Arnie one more should do it." said Knight calmly. He walked over and placed a bill onto the table.
"Reading that blasted paper again, Knight?" he asked glancing at the paper that he left on the table. "You don't even live over there Knight, why are you worrying so much?"
"Arnie, I have plenty of reasons to worry about what goes on in Britain."
"Ah, yes. Catching those dark wizards, ain't ya?"
"They killed her Arnie, they killed her." he said, trying to keep the same tone. "And I'm going to kill each and every one of them."
"You got yer heart in the right place, Knight, but yer head ain't." said Arnie to Knight seriously.
"What do you mean?" he asked him confused.
"What I mean is, that yer going into a losing battle without no knowledge of the enemy. Yer going to have to get on the inside first before you go running and playing hero." explained Arnie. "Yer going to need to become a Death Eater once more if you ask me."
Knight thought about this for minutes, taking a sip from his drink every so often. He didn't like the idea of becoming a Death Eater again, but what if it was the only way? He could use polyjuice potion and disguise himself as someone else. That could work, but he would have to have enough to last him for over a year. This would all have to be made in advance.
"Arnie, you still got that vacant room out in the back?" he asked curiously.
"Sure I do, but what do you need it for?" he asked him perplexed.
"I'm going to become a Death Eater again, Arnie."
Harry Potter and the Statue of Virtue
Here we are now, with my third fanfic, and let's see if this one turns out as good as my other ones. I plan on making some what of my own series of fanfics, to show how i look at things.
Chapter One:
Knight's Demise
"HOGWARTS WAS no longer safe, everyone knew indeed. Ever since the beloved wizard died to the Half Blood Prince, the wizarding world was in a right state. Panic was seen everywhere among even the littlest of children to the ignorant muggles. Not only was the wizarding world in danger, but it's sister, the muggle world. Muggles have been dying more frequently than usual, aurours were sent to fight off the Death Eaters, but they were killed in the process. No one stood a chance against the Death Eaters under the power and the reign of Lord Voldemort.
"A single thing gives the people hope. A single thing that keeps people sane during these dark times. The Chosen One is the only one who can stand up against the Dark Lord, or so it is thought. A prophecy was smashed two years ago in the Department of Mysteries, but what was in it no one can truly know. But a general theory was made, that the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived was the only one who could stand against the threat that was scaring the world that is loved by both Muggles and Wizards/Witches alike."
A man folded up the Daily Prophet, and tucked it away into his robes. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose with it. He reached to the table that was in front of him, and picked up his hat, and placed it on top of his head. The hat he wore was that of what muggles called cowboy hats. His medium sized brown hair was dry and brittle. His eyes were a shocking emerald color the shone brightly at night. He wore black robes as a wizard should do, but underneath his clothing he wore muggle clothes, something he thought would be useful.
This man was a special kind of wizard, and was to try to capture the dark wizard by any means necessary. He was what a muggle would say, an assassin, but he did not ask for pay. He would do it for free, he only asked for the wizarding community not to get in his way. He didn't like the Death Eaters walking free, like the next wizard. He had a secret deep down that he never revealed to anyone. He was once a Death Eater himself, but that was years ago. He was forced to become one, in order to save the one person he loved. But it turned out that the Death Eater's couldn't be trusted.
"Hey...Knight!" shouted the bartender who was cleaning mugs. "You going to have another drink, or is that it?"
"Yes, Arnie one more should do it." said Knight calmly. He walked over and placed a bill onto the table.
"Reading that blasted paper again, Knight?" he asked glancing at the paper that he left on the table. "You don't even live over there Knight, why are you worrying so much?"
"Arnie, I have plenty of reasons to worry about what goes on in Britain."
"Ah, yes. Catching those dark wizards, ain't ya?"
"They killed her Arnie, they killed her." he said, trying to keep the same tone. "And I'm going to kill each and every one of them."
"You got yer heart in the right place, Knight, but yer head ain't." said Arnie to Knight seriously.
"What do you mean?" he asked him confused.
"What I mean is, that yer going into a losing battle without no knowledge of the enemy. Yer going to have to get on the inside first before you go running and playing hero." explained Arnie. "Yer going to need to become a Death Eater once more if you ask me."
Knight thought about this for minutes, taking a sip from his drink every so often. He didn't like the idea of becoming a Death Eater again, but what if it was the only way? He could use polyjuice potion and disguise himself as someone else. That could work, but he would have to have enough to last him for over a year. This would all have to be made in advance.
"Arnie, you still got that vacant room out in the back?" he asked curiously.
"Sure I do, but what do you need it for?" he asked him perplexed.
"I'm going to become a Death Eater again, Arnie."
