This is my very first fanfic. Don't be overly harsh on it and plz R&R!
Prologue: The Birthday Present
For one thing, the room was large, well lit and warmed by the numerous blazing fireplaces set along the walls. The floor and walls were covered with thick dark red tapestries. But anyone who came here, never felt anything but a cold fear.
Several blacked robed figures knelt before the only chair present. The throne-like chair in many ways perfectly fitted it current owner. A dark onyx block carved into the likeness of a mass of writhing serpents, it looked decidedly perfect to the snakelike man who sat upon it.
'' My lord, the hour draws nigh'', said one of the kneeling figures, '' all is ready. We await your pleasure.''
Pocketing a small grubby black packet, the Dark Lord rose..
''Good. Then let us not waste another moment. It would be a shame if we were not the first people to wish Harry Potter on his 17th birthday.'' The chamber rang with the sound of mocking laughter.
The Dark Lord swiftly moved toward the door closely followed by his Death Eaters. Once beyond they passed safety wards, each spun on his heel and disappeared with a loud crack. Lord Voldemort had to pay a visit to an old acquaintance and he did not like to be late.