Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter. I am poor, live in the boondocks, and not famous.
A/N: This wasn't going to be posted till later but I thought, what the heck. Besides, my third story would probably have you all running at me with pitchforks in your hands. :)
Chapter 1: The Dream
The cave was dark and gloomy. Water could be heard dripping from the cave ceiling. An eerie silence fell over the cave.
He sat there, in the middle of the room, waiting. A snake laid curled at his feet listening for any sounds. A small fire provided a little light but anyone who entered felt as if they were entering a place of death.
The snake stirred from its' place and started hissing. The man, in return, hissed back. The snake slithered away as the man raised his snake-like eyes to one of the dark corners of the room where his followers cowered.
"Wormtail!"
A timid looking man stepped out of the shadows. "Yes my lord?" he squeaked. He looked at the floor, not daring to raise his head.
Another man just studied his hand, waiting for his lord to punish the coward. But no punishment came. Instead Voldemort said with a slow ease, "Go greet our visitor."
Wormtail muttered, "Yes, yes my lord," as he scurried out of the room. Everyone waited in silence for the intruder to be brought down.
A hooded figure entered behind Wormtail who looked pleased at completing his task. The figure made no move to remove their hood or to reveal themselves. In fact, the figure looked quite at ease.
"I see you got my message," Voldemort said staring at the figure. Then turning his head to the corners he said, "Leave us."
He waited while everyone cleared the room. Then he waved his hand and two drinks appeared. The stranger stepped forward to retrieve the drink.
After about five minutes, the figure finally spoke. "Why did you summon me here?"
"Because I need you to do something for me. I entrusted your father to do things for me and he always seen them through. I am hoping you have the same loyalty in you."
"I do my lord," the figure said bowing a little.
"Good, good." Voldemort took out a piece of parchment and handed it to the figure. "This tells you everything you need to do. Read it carefully. It will burn after you read it."
"Yes my lord."
"Now if you should have any problems, contact Lucius Malfoy. He will help you out."
"Yes my lord. I will not fail you."
"I'm glad to see you are loyal. If you accomplish this, I can promise you great things. Do not fail and do not try to betray me. I am always watching and I will know. Now go."
Voldemort watched the figure bow and then leave the room. He was going to get Harry Potter this year. One way or another, the boy was going to die. He let out a vicious laugh to echo his murderous thoughts.
Far away, Harry Potter woke in a cold sweat. The dream was so real. Now he could hardly recall any of it. Voldemort was there, Wormtail too. Some other Death Eaters were there also in the shadows. And someone else, some who only Voldemort knew. And that worried him.
Writing his dream in a journal (Hermione thought of this so he could remember all of Voldemort's activities), he pondered what it could mean.
Finally, sleep made him climb back into bed. He would worry about it tomorrow. He would discuss it with Lupin (A/N Lupin & Harry are living in the Black House) tomorrow morning and figure it out. With that, he fell asleep.
A/N: This story is completed...in my book. It might take me a little while to put it up because one of my friends has the book it is in. I will try to post every other day since I'm not only posting this one but another one as well. I know, excuses, excuses. I hope you guys like this story. I always like to start out with a good mystery. Who is plotting with Voldie? Please read and Review!