Heart Bound Love

Heart Bound Love

Chapter 1: The Kidnapping of the Boy Who Lived Warm-Hearted Man

The warm-hearted man sat all alone,

in the dark cold room,

yet none felt sorry,

for this man,

although a kind person,

his hate still consumed him

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Torches hung along the rigid stone walls of the dark underground passageway. And though there was light, there was no warmth in this place. Cold drafts kept even the smallest rodents away, this was most certainly not a cheerful place by any stretch of the imagination. Despite the gloomy atmosphere, a man walked amongst it, wobbling slightly from side to side, his frame hunched, his breath short. A few steps he would take, before raising the lantern up high and glancing from side to side. Though this exercise may seem useless, the man, whom it obviously was, must have thought some need to repeat it until he was sure the path was clear. The path was long, thus the man continued this way for quite some time before reaching the door.

Some apprehension in his touch, the hunched fellow reached for the doorknob, lightly touching it before turning it slowly. His behavior nervous as it was, the lantern shattered upon the floor in a crash. Now it was dark. Quickly opening the door, the man just as quickly pulled back as he heard a voice.

"Stop," non-aggressively, non-enthusiastically, the man on the other end simply spoke. The impact, on the other hand, was great. Not only did the nervous man retreat, but his eyes, if able too see, showed fear. Not just any fear, however, the great fear of the Dark Lord.

Still standing, lifelessly almost, he waited for the man to reply. Courage, some say, was his best attribute, however, as the circumstances presided, so did the man's qualities. His hands clammy, his long pointy fingers whisked the bottom of his chin, almost thoroughly thinking a reply.

As this was almost too late, the voice continued, "Lucius, how could such a coward be so resentful?" the voice continued, this time, with a silky voice without a stutter. Smooth and calm, the voice showed no signs whatsoever of anger.

The man carefully and cautiously entered in the doorway. Inside the room was darkness, the only light shining was a small lamp upon a tiny desk. The desk and the chair, which was occupied, were the only things that furnished the rather large room. The room itself could possibly have been a happy place, a lively place, if it was the way it once was.

Bright light shone upon the circular room, almost a blinding light. Tears of joy and aggression filled the space like music notes, the soft sound of crying echoed. But, as the moment came, darkness soon consumed it, and it was never the same. The new life, as it was, was eye opening. From that moment on, not a word was spoken, every tune, every cry was broken.

Now the room, dark and lonely, unchanged, still had a certain mystic about it. The emotions of the once happy place still echoed through the walls. It was a frightening silence, however. The large windows bolted up, the dust accumulating over the surface of the floor, and the pitch blackness in the background brought him to the present time, his time to spend with Voldemort.

"Lucius, how could a man like you, a brave man, be so disloyal?" The voice spoke again, soft but harsh. His face hidden behind the darkness of a hood, it was merely impossible to see his expression, although, a dark one was sure to be found.

"Sire, if you let me speak, I could explain, I could-" Lucius was cut off, by a deep, silky one coming from the man in the chair.

"I do not wish to hear your appeasement, not at all. Your disloyalty, a crime, punishing you is not out of the question. However, seeing as you were a faithful companion for many years, I am prepared to let you repose yourself by doing me a favor." Voldemort spoke quietly with his head bowed down in the shadows of the lantern.

"Sir, I will repay you in anyway in which is humanly possible for me"

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Harry Potter walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, a bit depressed, as it was his last year of the school, and the issue of a post-school job also came to his mind. A little startling, he considered his possibilities as a Professional Quidditch player. The odds were great, thus his decision in working for the Ministry undercover as a Quidditch player was his best option. Ludo Bagman had already contacted Harry, and was planning a meeting for them to discuss Harry's future later in the month. However, his plans were never to be carried out

Because at that exact moment, Harry was never to see Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry again.

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Missing: Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived Reward: 10,000 galleons.

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