Dark Intentions
Chapter 1
An icy breeze rustled the trees around him as he stumbled onwards. The moonlight cast dappled shadows on the ground as he considered the excuse he would have to make. Just visible through the black outline of trees, a clearing revealed a circle of robed figures, silent and as still as marble statues. He stopped, regaining his composure after running through the trees and then swiftly and quietly advanced towards the circle.
A sharp voice pierced the air "It appears, my faithful servants, that we have a deserter" The speaker did not move but his identity was evident from the fact that he was the only one in the circle of people who did not shudder as the voice filled the night air. The speaker stepped forward into the circle and started to travel around the inside of it, slowly and deliberately, like a predator watching its prey. It was not until he had nearly completed his circuit that he stopped abruptly.
"McNair, where is the spy?"
McNair shuddered. "I..I...I don't know my Lord." McNair replied; his face, which was hidden by his hooded robe was directed at the ground.
"LIAR. McNair, where is the spy?" Lord Voldemort asked once more, in a mocking voice.
"I..I.. saw him at the Hogshead my Lord...a..a..man came and tried to make him leave. But he would not at..at first. He took the back exit and I followed him..he did not know I was there my Lord. It was Weasley, the muggle loving blood traitor who works at the ministry. He told Snape to meet him at the usual place at 6 o'clock. He said...he said it was urgent and important and then he..he saw me and tried to jinx me.. but I got away..."
"SILENCE. You fool...how could you let him see you? CRUCIO" Lord Voldemort cried, holding his wand high and casting menacing shadows on the surrounding trees. McNair slumped to the ground, whining and twitching.
A rustling in the trees behind distracted Lord Voldemort and he spun away, breaking through the circle to peer into the darkness. McNair scrambled to his feet and stumbled back to his place in the circle, whimpering.
A solitary figure in black robes walked into the moonlit clearing. His long greasy black hair shadowed his sallow face and hooked nose.
"Snape" hissed Lord Voldemort freezing, his wand raised.
"My Lord," Snape sunk to his knees before Lord Voldemort, "My Lord I can not apologise enough for my delay."
Voldemort turned to face his hooded companions. "My friends," he whispered, "what shall do with the betrayer?"
One of the robed figures sniggered. "Lateness is laziness and laziness is a sin that deserves the severest punishment. Do you agree my Lord?" Lucius Malfoy sneered
"Thank you Malfoy but I already know the fate of the betrayer who is not worthy to kneel at my feet..."
"My Lord..." Snape cried
"He is not worthy to be a member of this circle. He is only worthy of death...tortuous, painful and lonely death..." Voldermort whispered menacingly.
"Please my Lord anything but..."
A member of the circle stepped forward and addressed Lord Voldemort
"My Lord, although this traitor, this scum deserves nothing more than the most painful death I think I have found a much more profitable solution to the problem of murdering him." Malfoy spoke again.
"Indeed. And what would this...solution entail?" enquired Lord Voldemort, his wand still raised above the whimpering form of Snape at his feet.
"Now we know he is in Dumbledore's Army we can use him to our advantage..." Malfoy tailed off as Voldemort turned to face him and the figures in the still circle pulled their wands out of their robes and cast them on Snape.
"Very good Malfoy, you cotton on fast. But I have a greater plan. A plan that will not only punish this scum, that will not only mean we will know the exact moves of the enemy, that will not only kill mudbloods but will retrieve the one thing that will secure our rule forever...Harry Potter." Voldemort turned to Snape and raised his wand once more crying the words:
"Draculus monteni!"
Chapter 1
An icy breeze rustled the trees around him as he stumbled onwards. The moonlight cast dappled shadows on the ground as he considered the excuse he would have to make. Just visible through the black outline of trees, a clearing revealed a circle of robed figures, silent and as still as marble statues. He stopped, regaining his composure after running through the trees and then swiftly and quietly advanced towards the circle.
A sharp voice pierced the air "It appears, my faithful servants, that we have a deserter" The speaker did not move but his identity was evident from the fact that he was the only one in the circle of people who did not shudder as the voice filled the night air. The speaker stepped forward into the circle and started to travel around the inside of it, slowly and deliberately, like a predator watching its prey. It was not until he had nearly completed his circuit that he stopped abruptly.
"McNair, where is the spy?"
McNair shuddered. "I..I...I don't know my Lord." McNair replied; his face, which was hidden by his hooded robe was directed at the ground.
"LIAR. McNair, where is the spy?" Lord Voldemort asked once more, in a mocking voice.
"I..I.. saw him at the Hogshead my Lord...a..a..man came and tried to make him leave. But he would not at..at first. He took the back exit and I followed him..he did not know I was there my Lord. It was Weasley, the muggle loving blood traitor who works at the ministry. He told Snape to meet him at the usual place at 6 o'clock. He said...he said it was urgent and important and then he..he saw me and tried to jinx me.. but I got away..."
"SILENCE. You fool...how could you let him see you? CRUCIO" Lord Voldemort cried, holding his wand high and casting menacing shadows on the surrounding trees. McNair slumped to the ground, whining and twitching.
A rustling in the trees behind distracted Lord Voldemort and he spun away, breaking through the circle to peer into the darkness. McNair scrambled to his feet and stumbled back to his place in the circle, whimpering.
A solitary figure in black robes walked into the moonlit clearing. His long greasy black hair shadowed his sallow face and hooked nose.
"Snape" hissed Lord Voldemort freezing, his wand raised.
"My Lord," Snape sunk to his knees before Lord Voldemort, "My Lord I can not apologise enough for my delay."
Voldemort turned to face his hooded companions. "My friends," he whispered, "what shall do with the betrayer?"
One of the robed figures sniggered. "Lateness is laziness and laziness is a sin that deserves the severest punishment. Do you agree my Lord?" Lucius Malfoy sneered
"Thank you Malfoy but I already know the fate of the betrayer who is not worthy to kneel at my feet..."
"My Lord..." Snape cried
"He is not worthy to be a member of this circle. He is only worthy of death...tortuous, painful and lonely death..." Voldermort whispered menacingly.
"Please my Lord anything but..."
A member of the circle stepped forward and addressed Lord Voldemort
"My Lord, although this traitor, this scum deserves nothing more than the most painful death I think I have found a much more profitable solution to the problem of murdering him." Malfoy spoke again.
"Indeed. And what would this...solution entail?" enquired Lord Voldemort, his wand still raised above the whimpering form of Snape at his feet.
"Now we know he is in Dumbledore's Army we can use him to our advantage..." Malfoy tailed off as Voldemort turned to face him and the figures in the still circle pulled their wands out of their robes and cast them on Snape.
"Very good Malfoy, you cotton on fast. But I have a greater plan. A plan that will not only punish this scum, that will not only mean we will know the exact moves of the enemy, that will not only kill mudbloods but will retrieve the one thing that will secure our rule forever...Harry Potter." Voldemort turned to Snape and raised his wand once more crying the words:
"Draculus monteni!"