Ancient Rivals
by
Byte


Voldemort was furious, this latest information was disturbing at best. There was one out there that could defeat him. He was a child, not even. Harry Potter, what self respecting wizard who give a child with so much potential a common, Muggle name like that? A fool who married a Mudblood that's it. He would kill him for his pure stupidity, then the Mudblood he married, but he would destroy her first.
"Master! Master!!" A voice screeched from behind him. Pettigrew, a talentless wizard, but he had his uses.
"What is it?!" He roared, enjoying since rat quiver. The first time they had met, Pettigrew had wet himself.
"The-P-P-Potter! Have mad me their K-Keeper!!"
"You? A weakling like you!? They think they are clever? No one can outsmart me. Foolish."
"Y-Yes. They are at G-Godric's."
"We shall leave now. Come" He would destroy the child, he would have killed the Potters eventually, but now before the child could gain the power. Even that Muggle loving fool Dumbledore hadn't read the signs, but they were there. Oh too clear, given time that fool would realize what he had. The child had Great Magic, only four people in the world had it, the Great Four appearing only appearing every hundred years. He had already killed two of them.
Now there was only the boy. Who would swing destiny, by living or dying. He would DIE! And the fourth and greatest would rule.
Great Magic, which was the ability to do magic without a wand, after of course a wizard had bonded with a wand. But ah, the power. The other two didn't know of their ability, and he no problem disposing of them. But if the child could tame it, he could destroy him.
"Lead me Wormtail to them, or perhaps you have a trace of loyalty to James?"
"N-NO!! Of course not master."
"Good, Never forget that, remember McDonner? If you betray me it will be worse." Pettigrew shivered and lead the way, and the old legend came to Voldemort as he left his headquarters.

Gryffindor, brave and fearless,
Ravenclaw, quick of wit and wise
Hufflepuff, kind and patient
Slytherin, powerful and cunning
Their heir shall come every hundred years,
Powerful they are, their ancestor's trait they shall share,
Beware Slytherin, even more power he craves,
Shall he gain power, and the other three fall,
Night shall rein,
Oh! Gryffindor,Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff
Do not fail!

Two down, one to go. Be prepared to die Harry Potter. Slytherin shall rule. Sad, he noted that Mudblood's and Muggle's last hope was a baby. Time to die Gryffindor Boy, Time to die, Harry Potter..... Time to DIE!!