Hello there. If you're reading this that means that you've taken the time to give my first ever Harry Potter fic a chance and for that I thank you :D
This is set in 2017 around the time of the epilogue, so this chapter is in the future. I decided to chance the theme of Time Travel, so we'll see how it goes. This idea came to me in a dream and I am in fact making this up as I go, although I do know what's going to happen throughout the story.
Thank you for reading and I really hope you enjoy the first chapter...x
Smartest Plan Yet
Prologue
It was a small hideout, dark and dingy. Not much room to swing a cat, let alone hold a meeting. A group of 'Death Eaters' sat around a wobbly, old table, where they liked to discuss all plans for 'revenge'. It was laughable, the plans they come up with in these meetings. They pride themselves in being the remaining Death Eaters after the Second Wizarding War; the only ones to have not been caught by the famous Boy-Who-Lived.
Ha!
The only reason they haven't been caught is because they're not worth catching. Admittedly, they do cause a commotion throughout the Wizarding community, but they're more like a nuisance rather than a crisis. The lowest on the list of priorities for the Auror's, they'll get them eventually but for now they have bigger fish to fry.
But now, these poor excuses for Death Eaters have a plan. An ingenious plan (if they do say so themselves)! This plan will bring Harry Potter to his knees. Not only will they kill Potter but they will make sure he suffers first. Anyone he has ever loved or has ever loved him will be at their mercy. His wife, his kids, his friends, his whole family, will not be spared. Oh, they planned to kill him, just not in this day and age.
"This plan," said one of the seven Death Eaters hunched around the table. "Are you sure it will work? It will take immense power—"
"Do not question me, Barwell!" Snarled their head 'Death Eater.' "This will work. All seven of us combined can do this spell and we will have our revenge on Potter!"
"I-I just mean to say th-that this is a bit extreme, Lord Loviatar," Barwell stammered.
"It will work!" Lord Loviatar screamed, pounding his fist on the splintering table. Loviatar isn't really a Lord; in fact his real name isn't Loviatar, it's Harley. He changed it to Loviatar thinking it would be just as cool as the Dark Lords name. But what he didn't know is that Loviatar really means Goddess of death and plague. Much to the amusement of his fellow 'Death Eaters' who like to call him 'Goddess' mockingly behind his back. The fact that Lord Loviatar is the brains behind their small group of seven isn't saying much for their group at all. "We'll send Potters loved ones to a time where we're in control! We'll go down in history as the ones who broke Harry Potter and then defeated him! It will work!" By the time his rant was over he was breathing heavily and his mouth was wet from the spittle that flew from his mouth. Loviatar wasn't what you would call attractive, far from it. He was a middle-aged man who idolized the Dark Lord so much he shaved his head and wore dark robes like You-Know-Who himself.
"My Lord," a voice simpered beside him. "We have no doubt in you. Of course your plan will work; they're always so impressive." It was comical, that the woman who spoke idolized Bellatrix Lestrange as much as Loviatar idolized the Dark Lord, that she curled her hair everyday, piled it messily atop of her head and glamorised her once light eyes to look dark and hooded.
"Yes, Lucine, it will," Loviatar said barely sparing her a glance. "I want to do it now, while the Auror's are unsuspecting of us."
"Now, Loviatar?" Asked 'Death Eater' Caine.
"That's Lord Loviatar to you and yes now," he hissed at Caine. "Barwell," he snapped.
"Y-yes my Lord."
"Bring the book and be quick about it."
Barwell practically tripped over the leg of his chair as he scrambled from the small box room, his departure was followed by sighs of 'idiot'. After an awkward silence with the occupants of the room tapping there fingernails on the table and their eyes lazily roaming around the room, Barwell scurried back in the room with a thick, worn, leather bound book in his arms. He not so gently laid it down on the table, to which it wobbled dangerously.
"Ah…," Loviatar sighed, running his fingers over the rough book. He hooked his thin finger onto the right page and flipped it open. "Let us begin," he said rising from his seat. "Get your wands out."
All seven 'Death Eaters' stood around the table wands twisting and waving and slashing through the air simultaneously as they chanted the complicated spell. After the clear incantation was said a glowing orb erupted from the book. It was green and mostly black, with dark shadows slithering across the pulsing orb.
Only Loviatar had his wand still pointed at the orb, his eyes glowing with malice and glee. "Harry Potter," he said to the orb. It pulsed as if responding to his word. "His loved ones and friends, bring them together from every time and place. Take them to 1995—"
"Why 1995?" Lucine asked nosily.
"Do not interrupt!" he bellowed at her. She shrank from his side and his trance like stare resumed on the orb. "Take them to 1995. Bring as many loved ones as possible all in one place. Do my bidding and go!" He shouted dramatically waving his wand with an unnecessary flourish.
The orb flashed green through the dark shadows weaving over the surface and disappeared with an unexpected pop.
"D-did it work my Lord?" Lucine asked timidly.
Loviatar cackled like a cliché bad guy and grinned manically. "Yes," he mwah-ha-ha-hared. "Yes!"
….
It's true, it did work, but not the way Lord Loviatar had hoped. What he believed to be his smartest plan yet was in fact his most stupid.
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