Hello! This is a Harry Potter Fan Fiction obviously. Please review. I am open minded to doing more of this fan fic if you want
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Hidden Secret- A Harry Potter Fanfiction
The dark cave was damp and humid. Cold water dripped from the high, arched ceiling onto the already sodden floor. The uneven walls were of a dark, grey stone and thick mud covered most of the surface. A small shaft of light bathed the room as serenity of a dark nature settled.
An echo boomed out as half of the north wall of the cave erupted, sliding away to reveal an entrance to the crashing sea waves shrouding the outside. A shadowy figure stepped over the threshold, followed closely by a frail, short presence, scuttling in the figures wake.
'Stop' a high, cold voice penetrated the returning silence as the entry shut. The figure pulled back the velvet hood of his robes. A white face, pale and stark against the dark surroundings took a look around. In the centre of the face sat eyes like no other; red and startling with snake like pupils.
Lord Voldemort turned to face his companion. He put a hand into the sleeve of his robe and pulled out a thin wand. Bone white with phoenix feather, it twirled in his hand.
'Here, house-elf. Your name?' he called.
A frail, croaky voice emitted from the house-elf.
'Kreatcher, your eminence…Dark Lord…sir. Servant to the honourable Black household.' Kreatcher said, looking up at Voldemort.
'You know nothing of why you are here, filth?
'No, I do not.'
'Good, keep it that way and just do everything I say or suffer the consequences!' Voldemort raised his voice a little, slipping in a whisper of threat that was needed.
'Yes, sir…of course.' Stuttered Kreatcher, bowing a little.
'First things first, filth. Give. Me. Your. Arm.' Voldemort said. Stretching out a vein coursed arm towards Kreatcher. He struck out, snatching Kreatcher's arm into his grasp. With the other hand, he hit the house-elf's humorous with his wand, and a deep gash appeared, blood pouring out. Lord Voldemort dragged the wizened thing to the east wall of the cave and rubbed the cut on the slimy rock.
'An offering, of the strongest kind.' Muttered Lord Voldemort as he stepped back. The Rock fell away, crumbling in to small pieces sending a wave of dust into the cave. The offering had revealed a doorway through witch the two people saw a wraithlike green light. Forcing Kreatcher in front of him, who was now whimpering and cradling his hurt arm, the Dark Lord stepped through the tunnel to his destiny