Hunter Potter and the Triple Threat

Chapter 1- The Madness of Vincemort

He walked alone down the empty street, not once did he look over his shoulder, not once did he fear someone followed him. He had no reason to… at least not for now. Eric Spark walked under the shadows of night before arriving at a large mansion, the greenery was enough to make you sick, despite the water limit, and it was lush and full of life. "I always knew he had a green thumb, but this is just ridiculous!" growled Spark. He was about to walk in until another figure came from the shadows; both drew out their wands in case of a battle. Yet he recognized the wand and the voice that followed.

"Why use these when our fists will do! I love to fight!"

"God Finley, just get inside already." Spark growled. They both walked through the gate, and saw the sign on the ground. "Is he serious? He doesn't want us to walk on the grass?"

"Far be it from me to question a man's lawn." Finley smirked, but for the hell of it, he purposely walked on the grass to the doorway.

The two men ventured down the long halls and into the basement, there awaiting them were other Dead Eaters, the meeting was about to begin. All rose the moment Vincemort entered the room. They sat down the moment he did. "Well, it's good to see those who give a rats ass are prompt to attend a meeting" he announced.

Spark looked about. Bella LaWeird, the Malcoys, Finley and many others surrounded the table. "What news do you bring?" Vincemort asked as he stroke the snake coiled around his shoulders.

"The time of Potter's move has been changed. They are not going to wait until his Birthday as planned, they are going to move him tomorrow" Spark announced.

"It's not what I heard! And I've heard plenty!" growled Big Daddy V in the corner.

"Why the hell are you here! You're not even a sorcerer!" yelled JBM. "Not to mention you messed up my lawn!"

There was an awkward silence in the room; all knew Big Daddy V was a werewolf after all…

"I walked on the grass, trampled a bush and stepped on one of your pet peacocks, big deal!" he growled lowly to the odd stare, the thought everyone had quickly vanished.

"No wonder you have been failing me Malcoy. You're more concerned with your garden than that of your true master! Luckily for you, Rando had done what I told of him. Isn't that right boy?"

Rando stood at the table and flailed his arms out in a brief pose. "I am your legend killer," he announced.

"Damn right you are, now all that remains is Hunter Potter. God I hate that guy. There was another prophesy saying that neither our wands will deal the deadly blow to the other. We're too evenly match… JBM, give me your wand!"

"WHAT!?"

"What are you? Stevely? Give me your wand damn it!"

With great reluctance, JBM handed over his wand to Vincemort, he assumed Vincemort would give him his… but it never happened. "A different wand… the one that will bring down Potter!"

"I can take him down real easy my Lord, let me do it!" called Bella LaWeird.

Vincemort smiled for but a moment. "Oh yes, let's let the woman who now has a werewolf in the family do such a task! Your blood has been tainted you know, that Kevin Nash is dating your cousin… Stacy, such a shame and waste of magic blood"

Big Daddy V swallowed his pride as he listened on, until he could hear no more. "I am going to scout out for Potter, and those damn vampires who have been trying to peg off my men. If you need me…"

"We'll call you" Vincemort said slowly. Big Daddy V left the room as his attention turned to the Dead Eaters. "Now, who to believe as to when Potter is being moved…" His eyes turned to Eric Spark.

"I heard it with my own ears sir, they are moving him that day, I am certain"

Vincemort's head nodded. "Good, ready all men, Potter is about to have an early birthday surprise!" Vincemort turned to Eric before the meeting ended. "I knew I could always trust you"