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Meanwhile, in a cave below the cliffs not too far
away, closer than you think, torches were lit and minds were plotting. The dark
magicians were gathered
“Tell
me again what has brought us here.” Said the black cloaked figure seated at
the head of the table.
The disciples of the dark arts deteriorated years ago. After the failed
revival of the dark Lord during several incidents, many of the Death Eaters had
backed away. Some were caught and sent to an eternity of hell in Azkaban. Others
just fled. That was after Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts. The cursed boy
ruined everything. On the verge if the dark arts becoming the lost arts, the
Dark Lord did not recognize defeat. He would revive all evil in the wizarding
world, as would he revive his reign over it. Or so he thought.
Just when he was running out of ideas, a miracle occurred. Or as it
seemed, a miracle to the dark side, but an unbearable misfortune to the
‘other’ side. Harry Potter, sworn enemy to the dark lord crossed over. It
was on that faithful night a decade or so ago that Harry Potter personally
approached the dark Lord and asked, yes, asked Voldemort that he be permitted to
join the dark side. At first it seemed like a trick to lure the dark Lord into
the open, but strangely, Harry never exposed the dark followers, or the Dark
Lord. Was it power he sought? No one understood. For a year, neither Harry nor
Voldemort were seen or heard from, and just as the wizarding world, believed
them dead, they returned. Voldemort revived with insane power, and Harry, his
right hand. Since then, the charisma of the dark Lord increased heavily, and his
followers increased.
Again,
Voldemort, with Harry behind him, disappeared to an unknown place, from where he
had been dictating the death eaters’ next move. The war between the ministry
and the dark side had not subsided since.
Now, he decided was the time to re-expose themselves.
“Now is the time, my faithful brethren.” Voldemort began. All the
torches surrounding the underground hall flickered, and all was silent. “Now
is the time to reunite our tidings with the world above. I have been in this
hell hole too long.” He continued and trailed off.
“I summon my right hand!” he yelled.
Nothing.
“I summon my right hand!” He repeated.
A man stepped out of the crown below.
“Come before me servant!” Voldemort cried out.
The man, raven black hair, deep misty eyes, and a
lightning scar on his forehead, walked up beside the dark Lord.
“Harry Potter.” Voldemort began again.
“It was 13 years ago that you came to me, asking to
be one of my dark wizards.
You were my sworn enemy. I did not know what had
prompted you to do so, and still, I do not know. But I do know this, you brought
me to this cavern, and after one year of wavering loyalty, you succeeded in
making me believe your capabilities. You gave me power beyond belief, and you
told me that the time for the darkness to reign, would be in 13 years. You
prophesied your own destiny boy, and now is the time of fulfillment.” He
stopped and held out his hand.
“Now give my your hand boy, and give me the power
of that prophecy!”
The boy
did not move.
“Are you listening to me!? Your hand boy!”
The boy held out his hand to Vodemort’s, then he
immediately grabbed Voldemort and pulled him down. In the wink of an eye, he
unsheathed a silver glinting dagger, and thrust it into the dark Lords heart.
The dagger, engulfed in a powerful curse, enroached
the dark Lord’s body. As his flesh melted away, the dark Lord’s spirit was
lifted into the dagger. And then, nothing but a silver blade over a pile of
ashes.
The boy picked up the dagger and looked up. All the
dark wizards were motionless.
“Now,” he began, “The prophecy, my prophecy is
put into action.”
He gazed around the room. No sign of countering
gestures.
“The dark forces will come into hand. With me
leading it.”
All at once, all dark wizards gathered in the room
bowed to their new master, Harry Potter.
“We attack Hogwarts again tonight.”
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