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Harry Potter and the Call to War!
Preface: A Unholy Alliance
A cold wind swept through the damp moor that they had chosen to gather at that evening. The twenty or thirty figures robbed in black drew their cloaks tighter to their bodies to try to maintain warmth. One week had passed and the insidious creature that was known as the Dark Lord had summoned his followers to him once more. Not a sound could be heard save for the echoes of some creature making its final gasp for life somewhere in the distance. Nothing grew in the mire that surrounded them nor did any beast tread upon this ground. This was a place of darkness where no light could escape. The black that surrounded them seemed to be alive, moving and reaching for anything that would cross it's path. Those who dared come here never returned, and over the centuries that passed since the beginning of time countless numbers meet their fate here. That was why they had gathered here in this cursed land. Though none knew of the plan that their master had concocted they would follow him to their death. The Dark Lord looked through eyes that held only hate and evil onto his unworthy followers. They were few and not nearly enough to meet his needs. Soon their numbers would grow and they would be more then two hundred strong. Still this was insignificant in the grander scheme of things. To wage a battle one needed warriors and supporters, but to wage a war one needed a army of unmatched strength. Though his supporters where inferior they were still necessary. Those with superior power and numbers always had a advantage. So, for the war he planned to wage he would need thousands upon thousands. Years ago he had to work in the shadows and hide his movements. Though the time was still to early to come to the surface he could afford the luxury of less then severe discretion. None would recognize his return save for Dumbledore and his followers. Without unity they would all be crushed to powder and then swept to the corners of the earth. So now he stood prepared to begin his new reign of terror in this unholy place.
"Here my call oh legion that stalks the shadows of this wretched place! Answer my plea and grant me your presence so that I might speak with you in person! We come seeking your power, something that is unmatched in the world today!"
The words were spat off his tongue with barely hidden disgust. The great Lord Voldemort did not grovel to any. However in order to get what you want sometimes it is better to stroke the ego of the one you want something of. A tremor rippled through the mire and the darkness around them seemed to thicken. Closing in upon them and threatening to choke the very breath from their lungs. The Dark Lord stood straight however, even as all the others around him began to crumple to the ground. Soon the darkness began to recede leaving the Death Eaters on the ground gasping for breath. The sound of there breathing the only thing that broke the unnatural silence that settled around them now that the darkness had retreated. However something else soon broke the unnatural calm.
"Speak now, and pray your words please me or you will never leave this place." The voice was a mixture between a whisper and a shout. It boomed with authority, yet it fell upon their ears like a gust of wind that sends a chill down your spine. This was not the voice of a man. At least none that had tread the earth for thousands of years.
"I come before you to ask your support, and in return I will offer you body beyond your current earthly prison." The Dark Lords unnatural voice echoed with the sound of a snake preparing to devour its prey. He choose to leave his offer short and sweat. He was not dealing with something that could be impressed with his words or acts. They both shared this in common, they were only interested in how one could serve the other.
"How would you do this, and what would you want in return if I agreed?" A smile began to play across Voldemort's lips.
"I require more who are ready to do my biding. How I would keep up my end of the bargain is my secret. However, I have brought a sample." Minutes past before the fiend that inhabited this vile landscape spoke again.
"Prove what you have spoken to be true and I will grant your request. But be warned, if you attempt to turn on me than I will spend all of eternity torturing you."
"Then it is agreed we will seal this new pact. We will be allies in a fight that will shape the future." Voldemort turned to one of his circle who stood behind him and made a gesture with his hand. The Death Eaters lead one of there number forward where he took a place by the Dark Lord. Voldemort turned to the figure beside him.
"I trust you can sense the difference in this one?" Laughter filled the ears of all present and chilled their very souls.
"This will do indeed, but you do realize this is not permanent and I will require more. Therefore our deal is thus, as long as you supply me with my needs then you will have your army. If you fail then my forces will destroy all you have gained before they fade like myself. Do you agree to these terms?" Voldemort eyes took on a wicked gleam that would shake the hearts of even the bravest fighters.
"Very well, it is agreed. Now show me what I desire to see." The muck that was in front of the Dark Lord bubbled as a figure began to rise out of the tar like ooze that lay in puddles on the ground around them.
No one doubted that what rose before them was not human, though it was somehow a kin to one. It stood a little over six foot tall and muscles rippled across it's mud colored skin. Long black hair, caked with mud, hung from it's head. The face itself seemed to have been mauled by beasts and sharpened teeth sprouted in it's mouth. Powerful arms ended in clawed hands that could rip into the strongest stone. It was clothed in stretched leather skins, only adding to it's wild look. It's entire being was intimidating and several Death Eaters took a step back from this new arrival.
"This is what I offer you, thousands could be summoned in a few months time. However, as long as I remain here they are trapped within this land. They have the strengths of trolls and are loyal to the death. They have the tough skin of a dragon and will fight even when they have been wounded. Though they have little magic, you will find them deadlier than some of the most powerful wizards." Voldemort pushed the figure at his side forward before turning back to his Death Eaters.
"When you accept the mark you bind yourself to me, and you will serve me even in death. Just like my most faithful follower here. Let this be a lesson to you all." Voldemort lowered the Death Eaters hood and revealed the vacant face of Barty Crouch Jr. to those who gathered.
"Now take your part of the deal and this pact will be finalized."
A breeze rushed through the clearing as the darkness began to concentrate itself. The temperature dropped as a freezing chill fell over all those present. A ball of black light shoot towards the mouth of the Crouch and soon the sounds of excruciating pain were ripped from the mans throat. A black cloud grew in the eyes of Crouch until no white remained. Crouch turned his head towards Voldemort and opened his mouth. The being that now inhabited Crouch's body spoke the first words that it had uttered out of a human mouth in over ten millennium.
"And darkness will fall upon the world for all eternity!"
Please R/R! Thanx
Harry Potter and the Call to War!
Preface: A Unholy Alliance
A cold wind swept through the damp moor that they had chosen to gather at that evening. The twenty or thirty figures robbed in black drew their cloaks tighter to their bodies to try to maintain warmth. One week had passed and the insidious creature that was known as the Dark Lord had summoned his followers to him once more. Not a sound could be heard save for the echoes of some creature making its final gasp for life somewhere in the distance. Nothing grew in the mire that surrounded them nor did any beast tread upon this ground. This was a place of darkness where no light could escape. The black that surrounded them seemed to be alive, moving and reaching for anything that would cross it's path. Those who dared come here never returned, and over the centuries that passed since the beginning of time countless numbers meet their fate here. That was why they had gathered here in this cursed land. Though none knew of the plan that their master had concocted they would follow him to their death. The Dark Lord looked through eyes that held only hate and evil onto his unworthy followers. They were few and not nearly enough to meet his needs. Soon their numbers would grow and they would be more then two hundred strong. Still this was insignificant in the grander scheme of things. To wage a battle one needed warriors and supporters, but to wage a war one needed a army of unmatched strength. Though his supporters where inferior they were still necessary. Those with superior power and numbers always had a advantage. So, for the war he planned to wage he would need thousands upon thousands. Years ago he had to work in the shadows and hide his movements. Though the time was still to early to come to the surface he could afford the luxury of less then severe discretion. None would recognize his return save for Dumbledore and his followers. Without unity they would all be crushed to powder and then swept to the corners of the earth. So now he stood prepared to begin his new reign of terror in this unholy place.
"Here my call oh legion that stalks the shadows of this wretched place! Answer my plea and grant me your presence so that I might speak with you in person! We come seeking your power, something that is unmatched in the world today!"
The words were spat off his tongue with barely hidden disgust. The great Lord Voldemort did not grovel to any. However in order to get what you want sometimes it is better to stroke the ego of the one you want something of. A tremor rippled through the mire and the darkness around them seemed to thicken. Closing in upon them and threatening to choke the very breath from their lungs. The Dark Lord stood straight however, even as all the others around him began to crumple to the ground. Soon the darkness began to recede leaving the Death Eaters on the ground gasping for breath. The sound of there breathing the only thing that broke the unnatural silence that settled around them now that the darkness had retreated. However something else soon broke the unnatural calm.
"Speak now, and pray your words please me or you will never leave this place." The voice was a mixture between a whisper and a shout. It boomed with authority, yet it fell upon their ears like a gust of wind that sends a chill down your spine. This was not the voice of a man. At least none that had tread the earth for thousands of years.
"I come before you to ask your support, and in return I will offer you body beyond your current earthly prison." The Dark Lords unnatural voice echoed with the sound of a snake preparing to devour its prey. He choose to leave his offer short and sweat. He was not dealing with something that could be impressed with his words or acts. They both shared this in common, they were only interested in how one could serve the other.
"How would you do this, and what would you want in return if I agreed?" A smile began to play across Voldemort's lips.
"I require more who are ready to do my biding. How I would keep up my end of the bargain is my secret. However, I have brought a sample." Minutes past before the fiend that inhabited this vile landscape spoke again.
"Prove what you have spoken to be true and I will grant your request. But be warned, if you attempt to turn on me than I will spend all of eternity torturing you."
"Then it is agreed we will seal this new pact. We will be allies in a fight that will shape the future." Voldemort turned to one of his circle who stood behind him and made a gesture with his hand. The Death Eaters lead one of there number forward where he took a place by the Dark Lord. Voldemort turned to the figure beside him.
"I trust you can sense the difference in this one?" Laughter filled the ears of all present and chilled their very souls.
"This will do indeed, but you do realize this is not permanent and I will require more. Therefore our deal is thus, as long as you supply me with my needs then you will have your army. If you fail then my forces will destroy all you have gained before they fade like myself. Do you agree to these terms?" Voldemort eyes took on a wicked gleam that would shake the hearts of even the bravest fighters.
"Very well, it is agreed. Now show me what I desire to see." The muck that was in front of the Dark Lord bubbled as a figure began to rise out of the tar like ooze that lay in puddles on the ground around them.
No one doubted that what rose before them was not human, though it was somehow a kin to one. It stood a little over six foot tall and muscles rippled across it's mud colored skin. Long black hair, caked with mud, hung from it's head. The face itself seemed to have been mauled by beasts and sharpened teeth sprouted in it's mouth. Powerful arms ended in clawed hands that could rip into the strongest stone. It was clothed in stretched leather skins, only adding to it's wild look. It's entire being was intimidating and several Death Eaters took a step back from this new arrival.
"This is what I offer you, thousands could be summoned in a few months time. However, as long as I remain here they are trapped within this land. They have the strengths of trolls and are loyal to the death. They have the tough skin of a dragon and will fight even when they have been wounded. Though they have little magic, you will find them deadlier than some of the most powerful wizards." Voldemort pushed the figure at his side forward before turning back to his Death Eaters.
"When you accept the mark you bind yourself to me, and you will serve me even in death. Just like my most faithful follower here. Let this be a lesson to you all." Voldemort lowered the Death Eaters hood and revealed the vacant face of Barty Crouch Jr. to those who gathered.
"Now take your part of the deal and this pact will be finalized."
A breeze rushed through the clearing as the darkness began to concentrate itself. The temperature dropped as a freezing chill fell over all those present. A ball of black light shoot towards the mouth of the Crouch and soon the sounds of excruciating pain were ripped from the mans throat. A black cloud grew in the eyes of Crouch until no white remained. Crouch turned his head towards Voldemort and opened his mouth. The being that now inhabited Crouch's body spoke the first words that it had uttered out of a human mouth in over ten millennium.
"And darkness will fall upon the world for all eternity!"
Please R/R! Thanx