Killer Dream: Chapter One
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter, Jk does, if I did, Sirius would still be alive and Bellatrix would be dead, but, hey, what can you do :)
On with the show:
The Plan
'Crucio!'
The screams of the person writhing on the floor richoted off the walls of the dark hall. The people around looked on with expressionless faces, apart from one. Though by just looking at his face you would think that he was like all of the others, but if you looked into those mercury eyes, you would be able to see the barely controlled fear swirling around in the depths.
Voldemort ended the curse with a snap of his wrist. He gave the crumpled heap on the floor a sharp kick.
"Get up" he snapped. The man tried slowly to stand up. "NOW!" Voldemort shrieked, making the rest of the group jump and the man on the floor to scramble up quickly despite his current condition.
"Do not fail me again"
"Yes, my Lord"
"Next time, Cruciatus will feel like a blessing." Voldemort said coldly.
The man's eyes filled with fear, but he bowed and took his place back in the circle.
Voldemort's eyes scanned the hall; hardly anyone dared make eye contact with those red snake-like eyes. The hall was silent for a long while; no one dared make a sound.
Finally Voldemort said "You are dismissed".
All of the Death Eaters, apart from one, apparated away, leaving the hall almost completely empty.
Voldemort went and sat on his throne, and beckoned the lone Death Eater to him.
"I trust that you have everything in order?"
"Yes, my lord, everything is set, all we need now is Potter" he said venomously.
"All in good time, all that you need to worry about is whether your plan will work."
"I have complete faith in this plan, my lord, nothing can go wrong."
"Hmm... You'd better be right, or else you will taste the other end of my wand."
The Death Eater visibly winced "I assure you, my lord that I will do everything in my power to make this plan succeed."
"You'd better...you are dismissed"
The Death Eater bowed and left the Dark Lord to his own ideas. Voldemort
"Harry, Harry, Harry, what fate has in store for you.'
And many miles away, a lone boy woke with a start, with the last glimmer of red through his eyes.
This is only my first fic, so please be kind. Reviews and advice would be very much appreciated. Thank you.