Disclaimer: I do not, and never ever will own Harry Potter, even if I write a few fics.
Mozzarella with Tomatoes presents
A Strange Dinner Guest
Chapter 1.
Mountain Rosa's flowered terrace was lit with beautifully arranged fairy-lights, or rather, what muggles call fairy-lights. The delicate white tables where far from each other, giving the guests a nice feeling of privacy. The carefully chosen music streamed quietly throughout the restaurant, dreamily satisfying every nearby stroller. In short, Mountain Rosa was a beautiful restaurant, a place where people can go to relax or have a fancy dinner out.
Lord Voldemort put down the paper he was reading to have a sip of his strong coffee. He was sitting at a muggle café in London, where he was an all-time guest, appearing unexpectedly at any time of the day – and the owner didn't mind at all. He was known as Mr. Backaray, a businessman who travels a lot, and so arrives unexpectedly, at all kinds of times.
When he arrived, the waiter greeted him with a friendly smile, took his coat and hat, and offered him a seat no matter what. He was given a strong coffee automatically, from his own favourite cup, which was reserved just for him. Nobody knew that these small drinks at the London Town Café were Lord Voldemorts escapes from his cruel self. Every time he would kill or destroy, within ten minutes he'd appear at the café and drink his coffee: the comfort of his soul.
He was reading the work of famous restaurant critiques Paul Jaques and John Weans, a small article that always had a place in the morning papers. Lord Voldemort couldn't care less what he ate, whereas Mr. Backaray was a fussy eater, a lover of delicate and fancy dishes, a person hard to please.
He dedicated Friday evenings for a dinner in a fancy restaurant, and so he read the papers with his coffee at the London Town Café. He liked the sound of the Mountain Rosa, and decided to give it a try. He had been eating at restaurants for over a year of Fridays by now, and decided it was boring to eat alone.
Money was no problem for either Mr. Backaray or Lord Voldemort. Mr. Backaray, of course, was a businessman with a lot of money, and Lord Voldemort a talented criminal who could take money from his followers, who were scared into paying him. Inviting someone for dinner sounded like a good idea.
Mr. Backaray put the empty cup back on the table, and picked the papers up again to read.
Bikers Causing Trouble, Mayhem at Bakers Street, New Star Rising in Lattlesburg, Sports Corner.
None of the titles looked like they could help a lonely man find an interesting personality to dine with. What Mr. Backaray needed now, was an idea. Then a thought struck him. The man for ideas was Malfoy. He folded the papers neatly, swung his coat over his arm, grabbed his hat, and waved it at the waiter who emerged from the kitchen.
Leaving so soon, sir? the man called, and waiting for no answer, started to clean the table Mr. Backaray just left.
Voldemorts footsteps fell on cold pavement as he turned into a dark alleyway. He stop near a big house with no windows, pulled a stick out of his inner pocket – his wand. He swished with it once, and instead of the elegant suit he was wearing, a long black hooded cloak swooped around his ankles. He sighed contentedly, then disappeared into thin air.
(Change of scene)
The graveyard was cold and still damp from the dawn raindrops, a thick fog roaming about at foot height. It was a chilly cold, a cold that sends shivers down one's spine, a cold that Death Eaters are especially fond of…
Knowing these circumstances explains why a dark black figure appears out of thin air in a second. The slight wind ruffles black fog around the sinister figure.
He pulls his left sleeve up dramatically, and touches some green-black tattoo on his white arm, laughing evil laugh at the thought of several Death Eaters wincing with pain. Who would ever think this dark and evil figure was the same as the mild and decent Mr. Backaray drinking his coffee elegantly while reading the morning paper? Dark figures in sinister graveyards aren't in the least like comfortable cafés in the town… Whoever thought the two as one is very wrong. Mr. Backaray is more the opposite of Lord Voldemort, for the dark figure is none other than the well-known evil wizard.
The wizard was right in feeling the sudden pain of his faithful Death Eaters, who were, truth be told, not exactly rejoicing at their master's call, rather the opposite. Most would have preferred a quiet evening at Mountain Rosa with Mr. Backaray over meeting the cruelty and wrath of Lord Voldemort in a dark and cold graveyard. One could never be sure when to expect Lord Voldemorts anger or approvement.
Reluctantly, but the Death Eaters followed their lord's orders, for none of them where other than cowards. Slytherins and purebloods, for Lord Voldemort wouldn't associate with anyone else, but not one of them had a touch of courage. If they had, they wouldn't work for Voldemort, but fight against him.
They all tried their best to clear their minds of all thoughts to be concealed of the Lord, and their hearts, if they had one, of all fear and hatred, because the Dark Lord was an experienced Legilimens and could smell fear as easily as others can smell the putrid stench of Death and Dementors, or the sweet smell of summer roses. They knew from experience, that the Lord did not reward fear or any other human feelings, except for one: pure hatred towards muggles, muggle-borns, muggle-lovers and all others who sink to their level.
Lord Voldemort was rather impatient, unlike Mr. Backaray, who made excuses for others himself. The Dark Lord's punishments were terrible, and he wasn't known to keep them to himself. Pain was something he sold cheap.
The graveyard was frozen still, the only noise to be heard was the hoot of owls and the nearly silent wind. The Lord could smell then faint fear in the air, and so knew his followers were near.
Suddenly, with a swoosh of wind and a curdle of fog, dark figures started to appear, surrounding Lord Voldemort in a circle.
Lord Voldemorts followers arrived at last.
A/N: Hope you liked it, more to come, so beware!