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PS peeps: I'm working on revising the story to make the chapters better. Please have patience with me! Gracias.
Lord Voldemort was a patient man. In fact, he waited for 13 years to recover after being hit by his own killing curse to kill Harry Potter, but now he wanted to take action. He silently waited in the dark corner of Malfoy Manor.
"My Lord? Do you need anything?" Wormtail asked, taking a cautious step toward Voldemort.
The reply was quiet and barely audible. "I need the ones I am waiting for to show up. We have much to discuss. If they do not arrive soon, I wi have to resort to different measures of my plan."
Wormtail visibly shuddered, bowed, and quickly exited the dark room. Nobody wanted to be around the dark lord when he was getting irritated.
After Wormtail left, the shadows next to Voldemort started to form into a human figure, which turned into a pale black robed man. He reminded Voldemort of himself in multiple ways. He had the pale complexion of his face along with the even the dark robe that went all the way to the floor.
"Greetings" The new man said. "I am Pitch Black, the cause of nightmares and fear."
"We must wait for one more. Then we may discuss plans." Replied Voldemort, twirling his long wand around his fingers. Once the last guest arrived, they would be able to proceed in combing forces. Everything was falling into place quite nicely.
Suddenly the floor of the mansion started to tremble, shifting and moving until piles of dirt and sand from under the floorboard began forming the shape of a woman made out of the earth. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the figure's appearance was always changing and constantly moving.
The figure opened it's mouth to speak in an eerily soothing voice "I am Gaea, Goddess of the Earth. I have arrived."
Voldemort smiled a cold grin."Brilliant. Let's begin."
Note: This story may seem rushed and not well written. This is sort of a rough draft in a way because it is currently under revision. I am going back to the very short chapters and filling them in. Thank you for reading this very rushed and short story. I wrote this in seventh grade and I'm just now returning to it so I'm sorry about the wait.