Harry Potter and the Return of Darkness
An original fiction by DarkDude
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all other characters in this fiction are owned by J.K. Rowling, used without her permission for the enjoyment of the Fanfiction world.
Prologue
The village of Little Hangleton hadn't seen anything like it in over 51 years. The Riddle House was once again occupied, and the whole village had no clue as to how. It was abandoned in years past, once standing tall and well kept, and now was ruined and overgrown. But something was going on there, something was happening inside the Riddle House. It oozed green light at night, and in the morning shrieks and screams could be heard. The villagers never approached it, and had no idea what great evil lay within...
"Wormtail!" A hissing voice shouted, sending shudders down Peter's breath. Long ago, Peter was once a Hufflepuff, never having the courage and bravery to be accepted into Gryffindor, and never having the mastery or skill to be in Ravenclaw. At least, Peter hadn't had strong enough evil intentions to be accepted into Slytherin, but if the Sorting Hat saw him now, it would realize what a large mistake it made. Peter had finally seen power, and it was black.
"Wormtail!" The voice echoed, demanding attention. The ever-faithful servant was there at once, waiting upon his master for new commands and dark deeds. But he was not the only one. Twenty or so of the Dark Lord's most trusted Death Eaters stood there, waiting. The others were to stay in their social positions, waiting until the Dark Lord announced his return before striking. But after those muggle-lovers and those mudbloods died, only the faithful would remained. Wormtail was glad he was one of them.
"Yes master?" Wormtail answered, his voice quiet, his mind humbled, his body bowed down to the Lord of Darkness. Even if he was the most faithful servant of them all, his voice still trembled when addressing the Dark Lord. Every sane Wizard or Witch would have done the same, trembling either in awe of the great Wizard seated in front of them, or trembling in fear of the Dark Lord about to take their life.
"What were you able to find?"
"I found only what we know sire—He's still on Privet Drive, and that cursed Auror is still there with him, her familiars and all." Said Peter, shaking in fear. Voldemort hissed angrily and slapped him, sending Wormtail to the ground with a trickle of dark blood dripping from his nose. The other Death Eaters stood there silently.
"What about the others? The traitors." The Dark Lord asked.
"Snape...He works at Hogwarts full time. If he were to return sire, it would be in your best interests to dispose of him. Severus has betrayed you before-- " Peter replied, interrupted by a kick to the stomach.
"I'm not asking about that muggle-loving fool! I'm asking about Karkaroff, and Jaroskavi, those damned Headmasters."
"K-Karkaroff is nowhere to be found, and Jaroskavi is still teaching at Slovastavitz, though the mark must surely have burned." Peter replied, cringing, and sighing, relieved, when no blows landed upon him. Instead, the cloaked figure in front of him beckoned to a different servant.
"Christoff, go and find Jaroskavi, and bring him to me. As for you, Wormtail," Voldemort said angrily, "do not fail me again. Try again to retrieve that cursed boy, and kill that Auror if she stands in your way."
"But, sire, she is an Auror, and I am but a lowly Wizard." Peter whispered. The Dark Lord sighed in contempt, and waved his hand.
"Fine then, you worthless servant. I know of your failure as a magician, and you shall be accompanied by Lakova, whose prowess is far better then yours. If you are unable to retrieve the boy, kill the Auror at all costs. At least when Harry Potter is within our grasps, our plans shall become far easier."
"Yes, my Lord." Peter said, and bowed out, exiting the Riddle House in a hurry. Voldemort beckoned to another cloaked Death Eater in front of him, his pale skeletal hands slipping out of his robe just once, then disappearing within the sleeves quickly. The servant bowed beneath the Dark Lord, kissing the hem of his robes before standing up, his bony face and black hair illuminated by the dim fire Wormtail had started.
"Yes, Falon, you have always been faithful to me, and you have never failed me. Even when Potter had repressed me, and the world rejoiced, you hid away, stealing information for my return. Falon, if you fail me, you will die, but this is an easy task. You are to kill Wormtail, shall he fail, or complete his task. Later, when the Wizarding world realizes I have returned to my full power, I shall tolerate no incompetence, and Peter Pettigrew is the first to be, excommunicated. Do you understand?"
"Yes sire, I shall complete your task." Falon said, disappearing. Voldemort waved the remaining Death Eaters away, and sat in his chair, still as frail and weak as he had been since his rebirth. Unicorn blood has cursed him, and Voldemort knew he could grow no stronger, though his acolytes may not have known. Muttering to himself, his scathing voice could not be heard by anyone but himself.
"If I am too weak to kill the boy, then my faithful servants shall. And when I finally regain my power, the world will shake beneath me."
Author's Note: After reading dozens of the countless Harry Potter 5th Year Fics, I did what any self respecting author would have done; write my own. Yes, I understand it's not very original, but at least it's not titled Order of the Phoenix (the new book's title), because Order of the Phoenix should be left for Rowling to write under, not amateur authors like ourselves. I hope this is well written, at least better then many of the fics out there. If any of you like it, review me and I'll continue. If not, then Harry Potter and the Return of Darkness will stay one chapter long.