Hi! Okay, so this is our first FanFic, so be nice! Please review! :)
And, just saying, the chapters will be longer than the prologue. This is sorta short.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. Sadly :(
Harry was standing in Malfoy Manor, surrounded by strange hooded figures wearing white masks.
Why am I here? He thought to himself. He had no memory of walking through the black iron gates of Malfoy Manor, nor walking into a room filled with Death Eaters. Something didn't feel right to him.
Suddenly Voldemort emerged from a dark corner, his eyes blazing. Snape was following him, a look of disdain on his face.
"Malfoy!" he called. "Yaxley!"
Harry looked around in confusion. Why was Voldemort calling for Yaxley? Yaxley was supposed to be dead. Or was he? That was when Harry realized that Voldemort was looking right at him, a blond haired man standing beside him.
"Yaxley," said Voldemort again, his voice seeming a little angrier than before. Harry saw his reflection in Voldemort's eyes; he was missing his glasses and he seemed older than he actually was. In fact, he looked a little like a Death Eater whom he recognized , who was…Yaxley.
Harry walked up to Voldemort and stood there, not knowing what to do. He caught a hint of a smile in Malfoy's face. But then that smile turned into a word.
"Kneel," Malfoy mouthed confusedly.
Harry nodded in acknowledgement and bent down on one knee. Voldemort looked down at him then motioned for him to stand up.
"Death Eaters!" Voldemort shouted. "I have called this meeting to let you all know that Draco Malfoy, whom you all know attends Hogwarts, will be spying on Potter and protecting the girl."
What girl? Harry thought.
Voldemort continued, "And Yaxley will help us kill Severus Snape."
The Death Eaters began to whisper to each other. Why was Snape going to be killed? And by Yaxley, of all people?
"Snape has been spying on us and giving information to the Order, which is Dumbledore's little club. To ensure this will never happen again, he must be killed."
Voldemort looked right at Harry. Harry looked back. He had an unusual feeling. He had discovered something. He had to tell- but to whom? But he also had an instinct to spare Snape.
The Death Eaters soon formed a line, staring at him.
"Well?" Voldemort asked.
Harry raised Yaxley's wand, which felt unfamiliar to him. He shut his eyes, but still couldn't say the unforgivable curse.
"Hurry up and kill him!" Voldemort yelled.
But Harry still couldn't do it. Even though he hated Snape, he would never kill him. Even if he had to die for not doing it.
"AVADA KED-"
