The Stone of Avidia -- Prequel

THE STONE OF AVIDIA---THE PREQUEL

Dumbledore dead? This is possible. It can't be. Voldemort is scared of Dumbledore, so he can't be dead. It just isn't possible, so this is a dream. I'll wake up, and every one in Divination will stare at me and tomorrow there will be an article in the Daily Prophet. How embarrassing. And Fudge 'ill ne-

"Harry? Come here, we have something for you." It was Prof. Lupin. I numbly follow him. "Ron and Hermione forever" he says. I look up. I'm surprised. I look around and see that we are going to Dumbledore's office. Lupin hands me a letter and a box. "Read the letter first" he says, and leaves.

Dear Harry,

If you are reading this, then that means I am dead. Many think there are only 2 things left for the light side. Keep fighting, and unfortunately lose, for Voldemort is stronger now, since he has gotten over all his fears, or give up. Neither of these are options.

There is a 3^rd choice, and it is a compete secret. No one can know about this, not even Ron or Hermione.

In the box is the Stone of Avidia, the only thing that you can use to kill Voldemort. Only you can do this, for you are the final Heir of Gryffindor.

Here is what needs to be done.

Hold the stone and say October 30 1981.

Find Voldemort. He should be underground, underneath the 3 Broomsticks.

Say what is on your mind. It will be right, if all turns out well.

If you succeed, then all time, Muggle and Magical, will revert back to October 30 1081.

Goodbye Harry. Good luck.

As I read this, I feel different. I feel! This was something I hadn't done since Lupin came in and told us what happened.

I feel angry, and I'm getting angrier.

I grab the stone. I say "October 30 1981." Before I know it, I'm there, the world in a panic. I run as fast as I can. My side hurts but I don't stop.

I see Voldemort. His back is to me. I see Wormtail.

I whisper "Recordio" and know that every that will be said will be recorded.

"Yes, sir, I have them."

"Excellent, Pettigrew, I see you are worth something, shocking though it may seem."

"When shall we get them?"

"Tomorrow, Pettigrew, and then you shall be rewarded."

My anger grew, something I though was impossible. There they where, one of my Dad's best FUCKING friends, plotting his MURDER with his WORST ENEMY!

"I shall see you tomorrow, Pettigrew."

Pettigrew squeaked and nodded.

I gripped the stone in my left hand and held my wand in my right hand.

"You are the worst living thing that ever walked the planet and whatever I end up doing to you will be a pleasure."

He gave a short mirthless laugh.

"You? Some powerless teen? How old are you 17? You can't defeat me!"

Then he stumbled and fell over, writhing in pain.

"You deserve that! You killed Dumbledore's son!"

His pain seemed to grow with my anger, and I realized that what the stone was doing as it glowed.

"And Bertha Jorkin! And Cedric! And Dumbledore!"

"This is for Sirius! For the fact that he is hiding in a cave when he should be living free!"

"I should have a normal life! I shouldn't be cleaning up after the Dursley's!"

"This is for MY MOM! FOR LILY POTTER!"

"THIS IS FOR MY DAD! FOR JAMES POTTER!"

A blazing glow erupted from the stone and flew into Voldemort.

He collapsed on the ground, dead.

I ran to Sirius's house.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"I can't tell you, but listen to this." I said.

I played the wand.

"Can I have this?" he asked. "I need to play it for the ministry."

"Sure."

All at once the world seemed to spin. I toppled over and fainted.

I opened my eyes.