Chapter 1: A Secret No one knows
Amos Diggory walked into his house in a slump, much like he had since his son died. He heard his wife making dinner in the kitchen, wand whipped out over the pan. He walked straight passed her though and into a familiar bedroom, Cedric's room. 'How did it go so wrong? The plan was fool proof.' He thought to himself as he sat in his dead son's desk. He looked at the picture lying on the table. It was taken five years ago, when he was getting Cedric's wand in Ollivanders.
That was one of the happiest days of his life. Suddenly, a gust of wind and smoke escaped from the middle of the room, but Amos didn't seem to notice, just sat and looked at the picture. From the middle of the fog, a dark figure emerged. It was the Dark lord himself, Voldemort! Most wizards would have run for their lives if Voldemort had just apperated inside their room, but Mr. Diggory just sat. Finally he looked up with a hatred look on his face.
"How did you screw up so much!!!!? The plan was simple. You kill Harry; Cedric lives to be a hero. Is that so hard to understand!!!!!!" Amos screamed at the Dark Lord. It would surprise anyone if they saw a wizard screaming at "He who should not be named" and not at least have the Crucius Curse on them in a second.
"It was a misunderstanding. Your boy ran to protect Potter. He threatened what I had to do to be whole again." Voldemort talked in a calm voice as if he didn't kill an innocent boy.
"But couldn't you have just knocked him out!!" Amos continued cursing at him until he ran out of breathe.
"Look little brother, it was a mistake. He was my favorite nephew. I wouldn't have done it purposely," Voldemort replied calmly.
"I'm your half brother Tom, don't call me your little brother because I'm pureblood and your not. It's not my fault if mom ditched you guys for a real wizard." As soon as that sentence escaped his lips was under so much pain. He knew what the Crucius curse felt like enough to know what it was.
"I'm done with you Amos. You've had your little temper tantrum, now it's time to get to work. The plan will come to action at the Hogwarts End of Year ball and this time we shall not fail. We must prepare. You know I'm not whole until my FLESH & BLOOD is complete." Amos could see Voldemort's red eyes flash beneath his hood and knew he was stuck in a trap. If he didn't cooperate with Voldemort, he would tell everyone about his heritage and being related to Voldemort. He would be put in Azkaban just for having the same blood.
"Yes Tom. I'll be ready for the end of the year and our plan." He was so sick with himself and what he had to do, but him and his wife depended on this plan going right. With a crack and another swirl of fog Voldemort left the room just like if he hadn't been there at all.
"Dinner Amos!!!!" Mr. Diggory heard his wife holler in the kitchen. He put Cedric's picture back on the table and acted like nothing had happened.
