A.N. This is my biggest fanfiction ever. I have already spent nearly a year on this, and I look forward to hearing feedback! Aka… REVIEW!!!
Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter. 'Nough said.
A long, black cobra slithered through the concealed doorway that led to the meeting room. Yes, they were all there. Suddenly, a man appeared right where the snake had been. But it was almost impossible to describe this thing as a man. Humanoid snake would be a better description. He had red eyes that roamed the room restlessly. His black, thin cloak, created from bat wings, covered a gray, powerfully-built body. He had no ears and very small slits for nostrils; however, any person who knew Lord Voldemort knew that his appearance meant nothing. Voldemort was said to be the most powerful dark wizard ever. His skill in the ancient dark magic arts was beyond anyone except Drema, the creator of the dark arts.
Voldemort strode quickly to the table in the middle of the room. The dark, cold room was dimly lit with weak torches shadowing the pale, stone walls. There were only two entrances to the room. One to the left and one on the north end, which Voldemort had just entered. Twenty people were present in the room. They all crouched in hard, wooden chairs that creaked ominously. Voldemort sat at the head of the table. He hissed, "What are your reports?"
One of the men stood up. He bowed and then said, "I have good news, My Lord. The last of the dementers have joined us along with the giants and trolls. It was easy to convince those stupid oafs. Just promise them gifts, then kill them when their use has worn down. The werewolves agree to join us as well. Your inferi have been revived, and the manticores and nundus are now under our control.
The nineteen other men each stood up and gave their reports on the search for Harry Potter, the plans of the Ministry, the recruitment of more death eaters, and various other important information.
Finally, Voldemort rose and said, " You have done well. Our army is growing quickly. How large is it?"
Immediately, the first man leaped to his feet and proudly replied, "Over 10,000 creatures and humans are armed and prepared to die for you."
Voldemort smirked, "Soon the world will be mine, but I am not happy yet. I want Harry Potter dead."
"My Lord, our spies and dementors are searching all of England. It will not be long before he is found."
Without another word, Voldemort turned and left the room. The men sighed in relief. They had gone through a whole meeting without any of them being tortured by the cruciatus curse. Voldemort must be in a very good mood today. They quickly stood up and exited the meeting room.
Voldemort strode toward his private living quarters. Now that the world realized he was back, he planned to attack with everything he had. Once in his luxurious room, he stared out the window, gazing at his fortress with a grim smile. His stronghold was impenetrable. It was set on a large, unplottable island. His death eaters had built the enormous fortress during his first conquest of power. It was big enough to house his entire army and leave room for storage of food, water, and weapons. Voldemort was coming. The world just didn't know when or where he would strike.