*The sole owner of Harry Potter is J.K. Rowling…drat it!*
~Prologue
"My lord," a man wearing a black cloak knocked on a small wooden door. "My lord, you have called for me?"
"Yes," came a hiss from the other side of the door. "yes, I did call upon you, Lucius. I have decided that it be tonight."
"Might I enter, my lord?"
"Enter."
Lucius entered the dimly lit room and saw that his master was staring out the small window in the room.
"Tonight, my lord?" Lucius asked, using his words carefully.
"Yes, Lucius," the other man turned away from the window and smiled grimly at Lucius. His pale face and red, slit eyes gave him the look of a serpent. This man was Lord Voldemort.
"I have decided that I shall leave for London late and finish the task that I've been waiting so long to do in a couple months to come." Voldemort said.
"My lord, do you think such a time is right?" Lucius asked, his eyes staring at the ground.
"Do not question my moves, Lucius!" Voldemort hissed. "It is the right time. Everything will happen accordingly, thanks to—"
But his sentence was unfinished as a knock interrupted him.
"Come in," Voldemort said sharply. In entered another man in a black cloak.
"Letter for you, sir, from Transylvania."
"Ah. Hand it over."
Voldemort took the letter and the man left. He ripped the envelope open and pulled the piece of parchment and began reading. His eyes widened rapidly as he finished the letter.
"My lord?" Lucius questioned.
Voldemort crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it to the floor.
"The five are dead." He muttered. Lucius's brow lifted but he said nothing.
"Is it affirmative?"
"Very."
"Who is the culprit?"
"Who else?" Voldemort snarled. "That wretched girl, Jo Stockton of course!"
He sighed angrily.
"Those five were worthy ones for the Dark cause. They were ambitious and capable of attaining high powers. I cannot BELIEVE this lowly…GIRL finished them!"
"There must be some reason for this…" Lucius mused with a frown.
"Well, we'll find out whatever that reason is later. She is not my problem as of now. I shall be leaving for London late. Is everything ready?"
"Of course, master." Lucius smiled and bowed accordingly.
"Good," Voldemort said. "I shall see you later."
"My lord." Lucius bowed again and left to his chambers and waited, wondering when his master would call upon him again.
Little did he know that this was the last time he'd be heralded into a meeting with Voldemort again that night. Or for that matter, for long years to come.
~Prologue
"My lord," a man wearing a black cloak knocked on a small wooden door. "My lord, you have called for me?"
"Yes," came a hiss from the other side of the door. "yes, I did call upon you, Lucius. I have decided that it be tonight."
"Might I enter, my lord?"
"Enter."
Lucius entered the dimly lit room and saw that his master was staring out the small window in the room.
"Tonight, my lord?" Lucius asked, using his words carefully.
"Yes, Lucius," the other man turned away from the window and smiled grimly at Lucius. His pale face and red, slit eyes gave him the look of a serpent. This man was Lord Voldemort.
"I have decided that I shall leave for London late and finish the task that I've been waiting so long to do in a couple months to come." Voldemort said.
"My lord, do you think such a time is right?" Lucius asked, his eyes staring at the ground.
"Do not question my moves, Lucius!" Voldemort hissed. "It is the right time. Everything will happen accordingly, thanks to—"
But his sentence was unfinished as a knock interrupted him.
"Come in," Voldemort said sharply. In entered another man in a black cloak.
"Letter for you, sir, from Transylvania."
"Ah. Hand it over."
Voldemort took the letter and the man left. He ripped the envelope open and pulled the piece of parchment and began reading. His eyes widened rapidly as he finished the letter.
"My lord?" Lucius questioned.
Voldemort crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it to the floor.
"The five are dead." He muttered. Lucius's brow lifted but he said nothing.
"Is it affirmative?"
"Very."
"Who is the culprit?"
"Who else?" Voldemort snarled. "That wretched girl, Jo Stockton of course!"
He sighed angrily.
"Those five were worthy ones for the Dark cause. They were ambitious and capable of attaining high powers. I cannot BELIEVE this lowly…GIRL finished them!"
"There must be some reason for this…" Lucius mused with a frown.
"Well, we'll find out whatever that reason is later. She is not my problem as of now. I shall be leaving for London late. Is everything ready?"
"Of course, master." Lucius smiled and bowed accordingly.
"Good," Voldemort said. "I shall see you later."
"My lord." Lucius bowed again and left to his chambers and waited, wondering when his master would call upon him again.
Little did he know that this was the last time he'd be heralded into a meeting with Voldemort again that night. Or for that matter, for long years to come.