Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. Belongs to JK Rowling.
A/N: Another story I have been keeping here in my laptop. Whatever you think about this, do review. I would like to hear your opinions.
Chapter 1
It was dank. The wind was blowing fiercely and a man in dark robes was shouting against the roar of the wind.
"Don't LET GO!" He yelled as he held on to a pale thin wrist. He was saving a young man from falling to that seemingly endless void. The young man is slipping, he can feel he was marking his skin, but he just wants to hold on...not to let the young man go.
"No! Please...Save yourself!" The young man screamed back.
But the man held on as hard as he could, he almost broke the wrist and he can feel his own wrist snapping from the weight of the young man.
But the fates were cruel; the young man fell on the dark endless void, screaming.
"NO!" The said man bolted up from his bed, screaming. He wildly looked around and found out he was still in his room, the same green and silver room. He buried his face in his palms and realized he was sweating, profusely. He got up and dragged himself to the bathroom.
He saw himself in the mirror, he has dark rings below his eyes, his hair as if blown by wind and he realized that his nails were caked by dried mud and his robes were tattered at the hemline as if he ran into a forest and his robes were snagged by tree branches and were muddy also as if he was lying on the ground like in his dream.
He took the soiled sleeping robe of and with a wave of the wand, it burst into flames and his stepped into his huge bubble bath, letting all the dirt, mud and surprisingly leaves be washed away. His dreams started for about a year now and it was always like this, always with the young man, he didn't know why he didn't want him to die and why every after dreaming, he wakes up dirty or dishevelled, as if it was real.
And he had a feeling, it was real.
He drinks several potions before he sleeps to keep this dreams away but as if the potions don't work, simply because it wasn't a dream. It was real.
His thoughts wandered to the young man, he has this brilliant green eyes, like the rarest emeralds, it was glowing and his hair as black as night cascading on his shoulders. He was a beautiful young man and no mortal can be compared to his beauty, it was enchanting, ethereal. He knew that young man didn't exist, such beauty don't exist in this wretched world. He knew, he just knew.
After thoroughly washing up, he dressed up in a loose black silk robe with a black shirt and black dragon skin pants and metal boots. He tucked his wand on his sleeve and swept away from his room going downstairs and set a brief meeting with his followers.
"My Lord..." A pudgy man with a rat like face bowed low as he saw him. He stopped and faced him.
"Wormtail, bare your arm to me." The man ordered, his voice was silky, like caressing but has a cold edge on it.
Wormtail bare his arm to the man while still kneeling on the ground and took his wand out and pressed it on the mark on Wormtail's arm, it was a skull and on the mouth of the skull, a snake was curling in a number eight shape, it was the shape of eternity. Wormtail winced in pain as sweat began to form on his brow.
Cracks of apparition filled the hall and now, the man was sitting on a throne that was on a dais but now the man was looking some sort of hybrid, a cross of human and snake, his crimson eyes became slit, and his pale skin became scaly and glossy, his black hair was no more, instead, it was bare, it was a hideous sight, a sight that will haunt you in your nightmares, one that will make you shiver in fright.
The meeting went well, he handed a few orders and reports and found a shocking news, that Harry Potter, his prophesized vanquisher, was reported to be lost. One day, he was at the Hogwarts grounds and next he vanished, just like that. The Light faction thought that his faction is to be blamed, they thought that he, Lord Voldemort, caught him and held him hostage but he didn't. Whoever had Harry Potter should make sure he won't find them for he will personally finish them. Harry Potter is his to kill.