A dark hooded figure walks up to a tombston that reads: Tom Riddle (a.k.a. Lord Voldmort) D.I.P. A hand out stretches from the clock and says "Asoono" the dirt and grass fly to the side. Six feet in the ground a wooden casket sits. "Atractice" The cascet lands at his feet and he opens it to see a bold body with only two slits for noses. "Resino" The eyes of the body opens and he sits up.
"So, Draco, you returned for me?" asked the figure.
"Yes, my Lord." said Draco bowing.
"And my army?" asked Riddle
"The Death Eater's are ready for your command." said Draco standing up.
"Good, MORSMORDRE!" yelled Riddle shooting a beam in the sky, lighting it up with what they call the Dark Mark. Sevral masked figures walk up at the sighn of the mark. "Lucius?" asked Riddle looking at the head one.
"Yes Lord Voldmort" said Lucius.
"Ever sice I was defeated by Potter they have been calling me Riddle haven't they?" asked Voldmort.
"No one's scared of you any more. They think your a shell in the ground. But we will stay loyal to you. We will kill for you. We will conquer for you" said Lucius.
"And know that I'm out of Hogwarts I can be recruted can't I?" asked Draco.
"Yes, you'll be useful" said Voldmort looking at the rest of the Death Eaters. "The boy will die before he is nine-teen. Or you will all die. One person stands in my way. Fudge, Minster of Magic. He is with Harry as he turns eight-teen. So Harry will have the birthday he can't forget when his protector dies. Draco, announce us out.
"Bone brooms, assemble!" yelled Draco holding up his hand. Bones fly from the ground and form brooms. Each Death Eater grabs one from the center and Lucius hands Voldmort one.
"Take to the skys!" yelled Voldmort as everyone mounts and takes off. They fly over the Golden Gate Bridge. "Avoda Kodava!" yelled Voldmort as a beam shoots from his wand and the bridge crunbles to peices. Screams from burning cars send a grin on Voldmort's face. "Privet Drive!" yelled Voldmort as they swoop down and explode the Dursley's house. Vermon,Pertina, and Dudly run out and they yell, but what they say can't be heared. They fly over a big castel at Rome and explode it, and detroys a restont at Big Apple, New York They land back at the grave yard and reassembal. " Now for the boy. Now for Fudge. Now, my rain of terror shall begin!" yelled Voldmort as the Death Eaters cheer.