Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Pottert and its characters. I do own some of the later chapter's characters but until then they all belong to J.K. Rowling. *Sigh*Though I wish they didn't.....
Harry Potter and the Temple of Blue Fire
Prologue
An middle-aged balding man walked hurriedly down a dark wooden corridor. His destination lay at the far end of the hallway, barely visible in the dim light. He wiped the perspiration off his brow and rubbed his sweaty hand onto his black robes. He slowed to a stop in front of the door he was to enter. His hands were shaking as he slowly reached for the door knob.
A snarling voice made him jump in fright. "Get in here now you bloody fool! Must you waste my time with your insolence?" Echoes of the voice caused the house to tremble with age and allow some dust to fall upon the man's white hair and medium-sized bald spot. Stifling a sneeze, he quickly opened the door and made his way to the center of the room.
Two black candles on opposite sides of a small bed were the only source of light in the room. Tonight was a full moon which could shed more light; however his master could not be caught by any onlookers. Therefore, the room would remain dark. As he reached the spherical crimson velvet rug that lay in the center, he heard the door slam behind him. He struggled to maintain his composure so as not to give off any weaknesses.
Looking down, he once again became tantalized at the intricate designs on the rug beneath him. It was a habit for him when he cam because the rug was very appealing in a dark manner. Jet black lines wove around and through the crimson background. "To this day, I know nothing of my master's meaning to this rug. Blood falls into death-"
"Though both are the root of all evils in this world." A chill ran down the man's spine as the chilling voice from the hallway once more spoke up. "You do not understand because of your insolence. Do you have what I ask of you Peter?"
Peter Pettigrew trembled as he stepped forward, keeping his head down in shame." N-no, m-my lo-lord," he stammered, and closed his eyes with remorse.
"I have no use for you then! I will see you die a traitor's death for this, you have messed up almost all my orders and now you prove to me you must have because of deception! How dare you come back empty-handed!"
"Master please, I beg of you reconsider. It does not exist, for I looked everywhere; therefore, I brought another set of news that will make do for all your troubles with the scepter anyway."
"Make it quick. I have no reason worthy enough to keep you alive as of yet. The scepter of Radul was an easy task. I should have known better then to send you to retrieve it, however."
Peter winced in embarrassment at his failure. Then he stood up tall and spoke, looking at the shadows in a far corner.
"!8 years ago, when you were gathering more armies, you went out of this realm to another that most could never go to. It was the realm of the immortals. They could grant you immortality and everlasting strength, but they did not. The king and queen left the world briefly, became ill in our world, and died. The result was a belief that they had assisted you and some of the good wizards killed them, causing our world to start a fight with them."
"Yes, I have heard all of this before you are wasting my time!"
"Please master you listen. The king and queen were killed three years after your downfall. They had one child, unbeknownst to us, which was raised by the top scholars of their world."
"And, what does this have to do with me?"
"Please, be patient my lord. The child and many of his friends were often snuck into our realm. However, no one ever noticed it because six months after the war started, the immortals were said to have sealed off all portals leading between realms so that we could no longer bother them. What we didn't know was that even though we couldn't get in, they could still come here. No one knows why because most are disbelieving.
The child and his friends were wanted by an evil emperor so that he could gain great wealth and power. The most interesting of all is, he was banished here, and could only go to the immortal and mortal realms. No other portal would accept him. The prince refused to give the emperor immortality and his friends did the same, making the emperor very angry. He lives in a castle in our realm that is unseen to most mortals, wizarding and muggle. One must have and "eye of honesty" because the castle was made for those pure of heart.
However, the house became haunted when, in a fit of rage, the emperor began killing many innocent children. He began to hunt down the prince and his friends, causing them to go into hiding many times. Two were targeted above all others, the prince and a female. Both were thought to be safest in the city where the emperor himself lived. It was the most unethical place for them to live.
The girl was put in a public school in the heart of the city, while the prince was taken to a wizarding school on the outside of town. The city is London and the school were they boy lives is Hogwarts my lord. I have heard rumor that they have a memory charm upon their heads, but I doubt such a thing. If we could get the prince, we could gain immortality for you as well as other items of importance."
A long silence followed. "You have done well, Peter. Something I must admit I would never expect from you. Exactly how many of these immortals that the prince is friends with are in this realm?" The voice drawled on and Peter let a small smile escape his lips.
"Fifteens others my lord, though only six others bear the same age. I can get you any information on them."
"Find out their locations, ages, and relations. I want them all. They can be used as bait and more than 0one immortal means more than one power. Now go Peter, for I need my rest. I expect your return in to days at the stroke of midnight."
"Yes, my lord. It will be done." With that, Peter gave a small bow and exited the room hastily, ready to begin his task. As he walked down the stepped he heard his master begin to laugh menacingly. Quickening his pace, he walked outside into the orchard surrounding the house.
The malicious echoes of laughter filled his ears as he heard his master bellow, " I will soon be invincible when I gain immortality! Then, I will take the life of Harry Potter, for nothing will be able to stop me! Hear my name and tremble, all those who dare to oppose me, both muggle and wizarding, I am Lord Voldemort, and soon I will rule the world!"
Peter quickened his pace as he drew in a breath. "I must never fail my master again."
A/N: Ok, this is the prolouge and yes there are many more chapters to come! Read and review please, and no flames! *This is my first Harry Potter story after all!* ^_^
Harry Potter and the Temple of Blue Fire
Prologue
An middle-aged balding man walked hurriedly down a dark wooden corridor. His destination lay at the far end of the hallway, barely visible in the dim light. He wiped the perspiration off his brow and rubbed his sweaty hand onto his black robes. He slowed to a stop in front of the door he was to enter. His hands were shaking as he slowly reached for the door knob.
A snarling voice made him jump in fright. "Get in here now you bloody fool! Must you waste my time with your insolence?" Echoes of the voice caused the house to tremble with age and allow some dust to fall upon the man's white hair and medium-sized bald spot. Stifling a sneeze, he quickly opened the door and made his way to the center of the room.
Two black candles on opposite sides of a small bed were the only source of light in the room. Tonight was a full moon which could shed more light; however his master could not be caught by any onlookers. Therefore, the room would remain dark. As he reached the spherical crimson velvet rug that lay in the center, he heard the door slam behind him. He struggled to maintain his composure so as not to give off any weaknesses.
Looking down, he once again became tantalized at the intricate designs on the rug beneath him. It was a habit for him when he cam because the rug was very appealing in a dark manner. Jet black lines wove around and through the crimson background. "To this day, I know nothing of my master's meaning to this rug. Blood falls into death-"
"Though both are the root of all evils in this world." A chill ran down the man's spine as the chilling voice from the hallway once more spoke up. "You do not understand because of your insolence. Do you have what I ask of you Peter?"
Peter Pettigrew trembled as he stepped forward, keeping his head down in shame." N-no, m-my lo-lord," he stammered, and closed his eyes with remorse.
"I have no use for you then! I will see you die a traitor's death for this, you have messed up almost all my orders and now you prove to me you must have because of deception! How dare you come back empty-handed!"
"Master please, I beg of you reconsider. It does not exist, for I looked everywhere; therefore, I brought another set of news that will make do for all your troubles with the scepter anyway."
"Make it quick. I have no reason worthy enough to keep you alive as of yet. The scepter of Radul was an easy task. I should have known better then to send you to retrieve it, however."
Peter winced in embarrassment at his failure. Then he stood up tall and spoke, looking at the shadows in a far corner.
"!8 years ago, when you were gathering more armies, you went out of this realm to another that most could never go to. It was the realm of the immortals. They could grant you immortality and everlasting strength, but they did not. The king and queen left the world briefly, became ill in our world, and died. The result was a belief that they had assisted you and some of the good wizards killed them, causing our world to start a fight with them."
"Yes, I have heard all of this before you are wasting my time!"
"Please master you listen. The king and queen were killed three years after your downfall. They had one child, unbeknownst to us, which was raised by the top scholars of their world."
"And, what does this have to do with me?"
"Please, be patient my lord. The child and many of his friends were often snuck into our realm. However, no one ever noticed it because six months after the war started, the immortals were said to have sealed off all portals leading between realms so that we could no longer bother them. What we didn't know was that even though we couldn't get in, they could still come here. No one knows why because most are disbelieving.
The child and his friends were wanted by an evil emperor so that he could gain great wealth and power. The most interesting of all is, he was banished here, and could only go to the immortal and mortal realms. No other portal would accept him. The prince refused to give the emperor immortality and his friends did the same, making the emperor very angry. He lives in a castle in our realm that is unseen to most mortals, wizarding and muggle. One must have and "eye of honesty" because the castle was made for those pure of heart.
However, the house became haunted when, in a fit of rage, the emperor began killing many innocent children. He began to hunt down the prince and his friends, causing them to go into hiding many times. Two were targeted above all others, the prince and a female. Both were thought to be safest in the city where the emperor himself lived. It was the most unethical place for them to live.
The girl was put in a public school in the heart of the city, while the prince was taken to a wizarding school on the outside of town. The city is London and the school were they boy lives is Hogwarts my lord. I have heard rumor that they have a memory charm upon their heads, but I doubt such a thing. If we could get the prince, we could gain immortality for you as well as other items of importance."
A long silence followed. "You have done well, Peter. Something I must admit I would never expect from you. Exactly how many of these immortals that the prince is friends with are in this realm?" The voice drawled on and Peter let a small smile escape his lips.
"Fifteens others my lord, though only six others bear the same age. I can get you any information on them."
"Find out their locations, ages, and relations. I want them all. They can be used as bait and more than 0one immortal means more than one power. Now go Peter, for I need my rest. I expect your return in to days at the stroke of midnight."
"Yes, my lord. It will be done." With that, Peter gave a small bow and exited the room hastily, ready to begin his task. As he walked down the stepped he heard his master begin to laugh menacingly. Quickening his pace, he walked outside into the orchard surrounding the house.
The malicious echoes of laughter filled his ears as he heard his master bellow, " I will soon be invincible when I gain immortality! Then, I will take the life of Harry Potter, for nothing will be able to stop me! Hear my name and tremble, all those who dare to oppose me, both muggle and wizarding, I am Lord Voldemort, and soon I will rule the world!"
Peter quickened his pace as he drew in a breath. "I must never fail my master again."
A/N: Ok, this is the prolouge and yes there are many more chapters to come! Read and review please, and no flames! *This is my first Harry Potter story after all!* ^_^