Hogwarts. The one place supposedly safe from the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. But it wasn't as safe as one thought. For deep underground, below all the dungeons and caverns lay Salazar Slytherin's lair. The Chamber of Secrets. And this was where Voldemort and his servants were hiding right now.
"Master" shouted a voice. "We've found something!"
Voldemort had read in a ancient prophecy, that in the Chamber of Secrets, lay instructions that could make him unstoppable. But also, if not follow exactly, could lead to his downfall. So Voldemort had to make sure that nothing stopped him. By the dead of night, somehow crept into Hogwarts and down to the Chamber. There, he had ordered his men to start digging, looking for something, anything. And now he had found it.
Voldemort walked swiftly over to the group of Death Eaters that had called. "What is it?" he hissed coldly.
"Look at this" his servant said.
Voldemort looked. It was a stone tablet of some sort. And on it were instructions, engraved on the stone.
Here lies what you so longingly seek
the instructions that will make all others weak
If you wish to hear them, tap the stone
with your wand and they will come
in the ancient tongue in which only Slytherin knows
Only the true heir, it will let go
Upon reading this, Voldemort tapped the stone lightly with his wand. The stone shimmered lightly then hissed some words out in Parseltongue.
Capture your most loyal servant's son
for he, with others will make you run
once you do this I will say
the other things you need to do
so you will have your way
The Death Eaters were confused, but Voldemort seemed to understand the instructions. He looked over his servants carefully. "Which of you have a son?" he asked them coldly. "If you do, step forwards."
Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott stepped out of the row of Death Eaters.
'So I will have to capture one of their sons' thought Voldemort to himself. 'But which one? I cannot be defeated. This time I must suceed. I suppose I must kidnap them all.'
Voldemort laughed, a cruel and evil laugh. 'Beware Harry Potter' he thought to himself. 'This time you will not get away.'
*~*~*
It was a dark and stormy night at Hogwarts. The old, dark castle was silent, even though outside, the storm raged. All but one were asleep.
This lone figure sat up in bed and lit his wand with a whispered "Lumos". 'Tonight's my chance,' he thought to himself. 'I can finally get a look at that book.'
The pyjama clad figure tiptoed out of his common room and on towards the library, only using the light of his wand.
The halls were dark and empty. The figure walked on, his footsteps silent on the thick plush carpet. Lightning flashed outside, but he walked on, not noticing.
Suddenly, the figure heard a loud cackling laugh. 'Oh no' he thought to himself,'Peeves!'.
He quickly ducked into a disused classroom and leaned against the wall, his heart beating a thousand times a minute.
There was a whooshing sound as the cackling laugh passed, followed by an enraged shout. "Peeves!!"
He supposed that this came from Filch. The figure heard loud footsteps coming ever closer. Then, they stopped. He poked his head outside to see if they were gone.
They weren't. Filch had stopped right in front of him and was now looking around wildly. "I'll get you stupid poltergeist" cursed Filch.
Mrs Norris was at Filch's feet, her lamplike eyes darting around, also searching.
The figure quickly ducked back in the classroom, his heart pounding louder than ever. 'Did they see me?' he thought wildy. 'If they did, I'm dead for sure.'
Finally, after what seemed like hours, he heard footsteps again. Filch and Mrs Norris were leaving.
The figure let out a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. He crept back out, and along the hall to the library.
He reached his destination without any further distraction and unlocked the door with a simple "Alohomora"
He walked along the many shelves of books, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floors of the library. He winced at how loud they seemed, to him alone.
Finally he stopped and pulled out a book. 1000 Ways to Curse Your Enemies Without Getting Caught. He sat on the floor and began reading, using his wand to light up the words. Lightning flashed, thunder crashed, but he sat reading, oblivious to everthing including the shadowy figure with red eyes that was watching him from outside the window.
A chilly, wet breeze blew in, rifling the pages of the book and dancing across his silvery blond hair.
He looked up. The open window let in another breeze. He didn't remember the window being open when he got here. He turned around quickly and saw the shadow of a cloak be pulled against the wall.
"Hello?" he called nervously. "Is anybody there?" he heard nothing but the sound of his own voice echoing against the shelves of books.
He turned back to his book. 'I must be going paranoid' he thought to himself. 'No more scary stories before bed.'
He felt someone, something tap his shoulder. He whipped his head around and saw himself staring into a pair of cold and slitty red eyes.
"Somebody help me!" he screamed out into the darkness. "I'm being attacked."
"Silly little boy." whispered the shadow. "Nobody can hear your cries for help." He smiled coldly. "Stupefy" he whispered, pointing his wand at the horrified teen.
The teen's body went limp and he dropped to the floor. The shadow smiled evilly and picked up his body. "One down, three to go." he said coldly. Then with another spin of his cloak, and he was gone.
The book lay untouched, the dark mark engraved on its spine.
*~*~*
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, having a breakfast of pancakes, sausages, and eggs.
Dumbledore stepped up to the High Table. "May I have your attention please?" he called across the Great Hall.
"Wonder what's up" Ron whispered to Harry.
"I guess we'll find out." Harry replied.
"I have bad news" Dumbledore paused. "Draco Malfoy has disappeared."
Disclaimer: All the HP characters belong to J.K. Rowling
A/N: So whatcha think? I have an idea of what might happen but I could use some ideas. If you can tell me who the two figures are and leave your email, I'll give you a funny site you can annoy your friends with. Please review. It only takes a few seconds. =)
"Master" shouted a voice. "We've found something!"
Voldemort had read in a ancient prophecy, that in the Chamber of Secrets, lay instructions that could make him unstoppable. But also, if not follow exactly, could lead to his downfall. So Voldemort had to make sure that nothing stopped him. By the dead of night, somehow crept into Hogwarts and down to the Chamber. There, he had ordered his men to start digging, looking for something, anything. And now he had found it.
Voldemort walked swiftly over to the group of Death Eaters that had called. "What is it?" he hissed coldly.
"Look at this" his servant said.
Voldemort looked. It was a stone tablet of some sort. And on it were instructions, engraved on the stone.
Here lies what you so longingly seek
the instructions that will make all others weak
If you wish to hear them, tap the stone
with your wand and they will come
in the ancient tongue in which only Slytherin knows
Only the true heir, it will let go
Upon reading this, Voldemort tapped the stone lightly with his wand. The stone shimmered lightly then hissed some words out in Parseltongue.
Capture your most loyal servant's son
for he, with others will make you run
once you do this I will say
the other things you need to do
so you will have your way
The Death Eaters were confused, but Voldemort seemed to understand the instructions. He looked over his servants carefully. "Which of you have a son?" he asked them coldly. "If you do, step forwards."
Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott stepped out of the row of Death Eaters.
'So I will have to capture one of their sons' thought Voldemort to himself. 'But which one? I cannot be defeated. This time I must suceed. I suppose I must kidnap them all.'
Voldemort laughed, a cruel and evil laugh. 'Beware Harry Potter' he thought to himself. 'This time you will not get away.'
*~*~*
It was a dark and stormy night at Hogwarts. The old, dark castle was silent, even though outside, the storm raged. All but one were asleep.
This lone figure sat up in bed and lit his wand with a whispered "Lumos". 'Tonight's my chance,' he thought to himself. 'I can finally get a look at that book.'
The pyjama clad figure tiptoed out of his common room and on towards the library, only using the light of his wand.
The halls were dark and empty. The figure walked on, his footsteps silent on the thick plush carpet. Lightning flashed outside, but he walked on, not noticing.
Suddenly, the figure heard a loud cackling laugh. 'Oh no' he thought to himself,'Peeves!'.
He quickly ducked into a disused classroom and leaned against the wall, his heart beating a thousand times a minute.
There was a whooshing sound as the cackling laugh passed, followed by an enraged shout. "Peeves!!"
He supposed that this came from Filch. The figure heard loud footsteps coming ever closer. Then, they stopped. He poked his head outside to see if they were gone.
They weren't. Filch had stopped right in front of him and was now looking around wildly. "I'll get you stupid poltergeist" cursed Filch.
Mrs Norris was at Filch's feet, her lamplike eyes darting around, also searching.
The figure quickly ducked back in the classroom, his heart pounding louder than ever. 'Did they see me?' he thought wildy. 'If they did, I'm dead for sure.'
Finally, after what seemed like hours, he heard footsteps again. Filch and Mrs Norris were leaving.
The figure let out a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. He crept back out, and along the hall to the library.
He reached his destination without any further distraction and unlocked the door with a simple "Alohomora"
He walked along the many shelves of books, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floors of the library. He winced at how loud they seemed, to him alone.
Finally he stopped and pulled out a book. 1000 Ways to Curse Your Enemies Without Getting Caught. He sat on the floor and began reading, using his wand to light up the words. Lightning flashed, thunder crashed, but he sat reading, oblivious to everthing including the shadowy figure with red eyes that was watching him from outside the window.
A chilly, wet breeze blew in, rifling the pages of the book and dancing across his silvery blond hair.
He looked up. The open window let in another breeze. He didn't remember the window being open when he got here. He turned around quickly and saw the shadow of a cloak be pulled against the wall.
"Hello?" he called nervously. "Is anybody there?" he heard nothing but the sound of his own voice echoing against the shelves of books.
He turned back to his book. 'I must be going paranoid' he thought to himself. 'No more scary stories before bed.'
He felt someone, something tap his shoulder. He whipped his head around and saw himself staring into a pair of cold and slitty red eyes.
"Somebody help me!" he screamed out into the darkness. "I'm being attacked."
"Silly little boy." whispered the shadow. "Nobody can hear your cries for help." He smiled coldly. "Stupefy" he whispered, pointing his wand at the horrified teen.
The teen's body went limp and he dropped to the floor. The shadow smiled evilly and picked up his body. "One down, three to go." he said coldly. Then with another spin of his cloak, and he was gone.
The book lay untouched, the dark mark engraved on its spine.
*~*~*
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, having a breakfast of pancakes, sausages, and eggs.
Dumbledore stepped up to the High Table. "May I have your attention please?" he called across the Great Hall.
"Wonder what's up" Ron whispered to Harry.
"I guess we'll find out." Harry replied.
"I have bad news" Dumbledore paused. "Draco Malfoy has disappeared."
Disclaimer: All the HP characters belong to J.K. Rowling
A/N: So whatcha think? I have an idea of what might happen but I could use some ideas. If you can tell me who the two figures are and leave your email, I'll give you a funny site you can annoy your friends with. Please review. It only takes a few seconds. =)