Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any characters or whatnot involved with him. The plot though, is mine. I really don't know how much of a plot is yet though…
It was a clod, dark night. The sky was clouded over so you couldn't see the stars. It was pouring and thunder rumbled in the distance. A lone man walked the moor.
This man was looking for somewhere to stay. There were no towns nearby, and he needed shelter from the storm. As a bright flash of lightning illuminated the sky, figures were revealed.
The man, figuring they could help him, began hurrying towards them. He had been wandering the moors for days, and was running low on supplies. He just figured that maybe these people could help him restock.
The man was almost there, when he stopped, listening to the strange conversation. A robed figure crawled up to another, a silver hand protruding.
"Master…"
"Yes Wormtail? What news do you bring me?"
"We have a new Death Eater," Death Eater? Thought the man, what the heck was a Death Eater? "My Lord, it is Cornelius Fudge."
"Very good. Bring him to me tomorrow. So that he may receive the mark. Goyle, come forward." The man watched as the man by the name of Goyle came forward. He seemed almost terrified, and it looked as though he were trembling.
"M…master.." he stuttered.
"Goyle, I see that you did not succeed in bringing me the Potter boy?"
"N..no, My Lord. I…I'm s…sorry."
"CRUCIO!!!" The man watched, horrified, as Goyle withered and screamed. At the same time he tried to figure out what happened. The one referred to as Master had pointed a piece of wood, or a stick, at Goyle, bellowed those words, and a green light had shot out.
"That should be enough of a lesson Goyle. Back to the ranks."
"Th..thank y..you, Master," he stuttered before crawling back to the empty spot in the circle.
"Lucius, come foreward."
"Yes, master," said and oily voice.
"I want you to get me Harry Potter by next week."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Good." There was another flash of lightning, which revealed a large snake. The man watched, afraid, as the "Master" bent down and began talking to the snake. "There is somebody watching us. Show yourself."
The man, trembling, came foreward. He watched the man draw the stick that he had seen before. He saw red slits of eyes, in a snake-like face, before the heard the words, "Adava Kedavra, and fell lifeless to the wet ground.
In his bed, Harry Potter woke up with cold sweat streaming down his face.
So, good, bad, stupid idea? Is it even an idea? Please, just R/R, and any flames will be used to roast my marsh mellows…yum…marsh mellows…