Harry Potter and The New Voldemort

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THE STORY LINE IS PARTLY MY OWN!

Prologue

It was a still night at Malfoy Manor, even the peacock, who pretty loud on a good day, were as quiet as a mouse. The sky was clear, the stars were out and the faint out line of bats could be seen hanging from a nearby tree. 'Do you have any idea of how much longer we have to wait?' said a tall dark haired man in flowing black robes, from the corner of the room. Mr Lestrange was an impatient man the Dark Lord had been gone for an hour and he was left behind to "guard the fort" but he was really anxious to get into the fight with his wife.

'Not a clue but then again it is the final battle and we don't know if Potter is going to die as easily as we would, so who knows?' sighed a voice from the other side of the room, 'anyway who cares? As long as the Dark Lord keeps his promise I'm happy.'

'I wouldn't bet on it, you know how unpredictable he is, I bet he kill us all before he even thinks about giving us what we wa...,' a loud crash of the front door bursting open stop Mr Lestrange short. 'Is it over?'

The door to the sitting room burst open and Lucius, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy come in with relieved looks on their faces. 'Well?' said Mr Lastrange and the other Death Eater together.

'Well, what?' said Lucius, surprised to see that there was Death Eaters still in his home.

'Who won?' begged the Death Eater who was now looking at the Malfoys with a curious expression at their sudden change in mood. 'Who won the battle them or us?'

'Oh, that w-well we, er w-we,' stuttered Lucius who was now looking at the floor while twiddling his fingers.

'WELL WHAT?' shouted Mr Lastrange who could no longer put off the suspense.

'W-we er lost' mumbled Lucius afraid of how Lestrange would take especially when his wife was dead and he knew that he would eventually ask.

'And Bella is she alright?' I knew it; I just knew it through Lucius. 'Dead, she died helping the Dark Lord' said the shy voice of Narcissa Malfoy.

'No, no, can't be,' muttered Lastrange shaking his head, 'who, who killed her? Tell me I deserve to know.' Mr Lestrange now had a look of pure hatred on his face.

'No you don't, the only thing you'll do is hunt them down and kill them which will get yourself killed especial where they're now,' everyone looked around them for the source of the familiar voice.

'S-Severus, is that you?' stuttered Narcissa quietly.

'Yes, it is I.' said the voice. The mouths of the Malfoys and two Death Eaters dropped open as a silhouette of a transparent, tall dark haired man in black robes, pale skin, black eyes and snake bites and red blood stain on his neck, appeared in the centre of the room.

'But, how? I thought you were the Dark Lords favourite; I thought he would have protected you or had you near him at all times,' exclaimed Draco with a shocked expression as his father burst into laughter.

'Firstly, the Dark Lord didn't have favourites; secondly, I'm not Nagimi he never gave a second thought to any of us, unless we failed them he has a reason to pay attention to us,' explained Snape in matter-of-factly way as he looked over at Lucius who was clutching his side he was laughing so hard. 'I'm sorry I seem to have missed the joke.'

'The ... Dark ... Lord ... k-k-killed you, didn't he?' heaved Lucius as he tried to stop laughing. Amazed at how Lucius of all people managed to find out, Snape opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He could feel the gaze of every eye in the room on waiting for a reply.

'Well, er, yes,'

This time the other two Death Eaters joined Lucius (who was now rolling on the floor) in laughter. Then Narcissa said over the loud cries of laughter 'Why, why would the Dark Lord kill you? I mean what did you do?'

'He thought that I owned the elder wand because I killed Dumbledore, so for him to own it he had to either defeat me or kill me, and the Dark Lord being who he is, well, this is the result,' explained Snape also battling to be heard over the laughter.

'Wha-what do you mean "thought that you owned the wand"?' said the Death Eater who noticed something wrong and stopped laughing and stood up to face Severus' ghost wanting to hear more.

'I don't, and never have owned, the elder wand, he killed me for no reason,' said Snape with a look for satisfaction on his face, as Mr Lestrange and Lucius also stopped laughing and stood up to listen. Snape sighed and went on with his tale, 'The night that I killed Dumbledore I was the last one to get there by that time someone had already disarmed him because his wand, the elder wand, was on the floor,' at this point Draco's face had drained of its colour and was staring at Snape with a look of horror as he waited for the rest of the explanation, but as Snape turned to look at him to ask who had done it, he realised he would have killed me, just like how he killed Snape. Snape, who had read the look on Draco's face and realised that it was him who had disarmed Dumbledore and he who owned the elder wand, smiled a crooked smile and said, 'it was you wasn't it? The old man let you disarm him didn't he?'

'W-w-well yeah,' stuttered Draco who got a fright as his mother gripped his arm. Lucius, who beamed at his son as though silently congratulating him.

'And I am to believe that Potter stole your wand making him the owner of the elder wand, yes?'

'Yes'

'Well I guess Dumbledore had a change of plan at the last moment,'

'What, change of plan, what do you mean?' asked Mr Lestrange with a suspicious look.

'When I was working for Voldemort as a spy, I was also working for Dumbledore as his spy; he filtered everything I told the Dark Lord while I gave him my report of what the Dark Lord was up too. When I stopped being a Death Eater I never really chose to come back, Dumbledore asked me if I was willing to risk it,'

'You agreed,' interrupted Lucius. 'Yes, originally my killing Dumbledore was supposed to aggravate Potter so that he would fight me or kill me to get the wand but Draco here beat me to it, and the wand still got to Potter and now he and all the others at Hogwarts are celebrating the death of Lord Voldemort.' said Snape beaming from ear to ear. The room fell quiet. All eyes were on Snape. 'Well, I'll leave you all with that final word and be off.' And at that final note Snape saluted his old colleges was gone with a CRACK!

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So thats the Prolgue let me know what you think also give some ideas and i'll try and put them in the other chapters.

Thank ^_^

Prof,

P.S. not really he's just awsome