Anonymous.
Voldemort
A group of men were sat on mahogany chairs that formed the shape of a circle.
A man in a grey jacket stood to his feet. "Welcome, fellow members of the Harry Potter Haters Anonymous. Or, as I like to call it, the HPHA." He sniffed loudly and wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve, gave it a nasty look and hastily wiped it on his behind. "My name is Kyle."
The rest of the men in the group all chorused: 'Hello Kyle' in tones that sounded very similar to those of boredom.
"Thank you, men. Now," he slapped his hands together and rubbed them against each other, "how has this 'famous Potter' ruined your lives?" He asked, making air-quotations when he spoke the words famous and potter. He took a seat, waiting for one of the other members of the group to begin talking.
A man in a long black cloak with a big hood on top that covered his face in shadow, stood to his feet. "I'm Thomas." He said in a solemn voice.
"Hello, Thomas." The group chorused in the same flat tone that they had done previously for Kyle.
"How has this…Potter boy affected your life, Thomas." Kyle asked, placing his hands in a steeple like manner on his raised knee.
Thomas clenched his fist. "The Potter boy has not just affected my life, he destroyed my life! Sixteen years - wasted!" He cried, the pain in his voice obvious.
"He destroyed mine too!" A blond teenager shouted. "He never does anything he is supposed to and yet, that old fool, Dumbledore, can't see that he does any wrong. The sun shines out of his arse!" He spat, clenching his fist and stomping his foot onto the floor.
"Please, introduce yourself first!" Kyle sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"Draco!" The boy shouted before sitting back down.
All the rest of the group chorused again.
Thomas was still standing but was now paying close attention to the boy that had just stood before him. 'He's still young. Easily steered and obviously fuelled by hatred.' He mused. The young boy would be easy to manipulate. He would do all his bidding. The dirty work within Hogwarts grounds.
"He has ruined my life more than yours!" A fat boy shouted. His hair was greasy and slicked down over his enormously fat head, forced to stretch over it like his shirt was forced to stretch over his ball-of-a-stomach. "I'm Dudley, by the way." he added onto the end of his sentence shyly.
Once again, the whole group chorused with their hellos.
"Oh, shut up you sniffling fools!" Thomas shouted, throwing one of his arms out. "And, young Dudley, how exactly did this boy ruin your life worse than either Draco's or mine were ruined?" A snide grin was forming on the face underneath his hood.
Dudley stared at him, his mouth a jar with surprise and fear. "He…He stole my bedroom!" Dudley gasped, looking around him for some sort of help.
Thomas chuckled with a laugh that had sinister undertones. "So, you are the muggle cousin, aren't you?" He asked.
Dudley nodded hastily. "I am his cousin, yes."
"Thomas, being a muggle or wizard is irrelevant to these meeting sessions." Kyle said calmly.
"Quiet!" Thomas hissed, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Kyle's forehead. "Avada Kedavra!" Thomas shouted, casting the spell of death.
Kyle fell to the floor, in a limp and lifeless heap.
"Whose next?" Thomas asked, pretending to blow the end of his wand like it was smoking.
"Who are you?" Asked and elderly man, who was now gripping his walking stick for comfort.
Thomas threw the hood off of his head to reveal a smooth, white head underneath. His eyes were small, red and had slits for pupils. His nose was almost non-existent apart from the two lines in the middle of his face that formed nostrils. "I am Lord Voldemort!" He cackled, raising his wand and throwing spells furiously around the room, killing people left-right-and-centre.
Dudley was curled up under his chair, whimpering in fear when Voldermort found him.
"Stand, you filthy muggle! Die like a man!" Voldermort said in a stern voice.
Dudley staggered to his feet.
Voldermort pointed a wand at Dudley's head.
Draco snickered from Voldermort's side. "Ready to say goodbye, muggle?" He asked, his face twisting with an evil smile.
"Wait." Voldermort said, holding a finger in the air in front of Draco's face. "Maybe this boy could be of use." Voldermort said.
Draco gave him a look of disgust. "A muggle! Of use to us?!" He shrieked in a high pitched tone.
"Yes, Draco. A muggle." Voldermort snidely added.
Dudley gazed at them with an expression wild with confusion and fear.