Chapter 1: The Dream of the Past
There were screams everywhere. Chaos left and right. The villagers were running for their lives, away from the fiery houses as it fell to the ground. Then, a group was cornered near the walls of the village gate. A tall skinny man in a long black robe covered with a hood to hide his face, yet his eyes still shone in the darkness, appeared out of the confusion. One of his long, scaly, spider-like hands reached in his robe and took out a long dark wand. "Crucio" he sneered. Suddenly, his victims were screeching with pain as their bodies magically twisted and jerked. Then, hooded people came out of some bushes and other houses. They bent down on their knees and kissed (what it looked like) their master's hems on his robes. They were bowing and praising him as to their faces, it could not be seen. They all stood straight up and pointed at the cornered victims, and with all their concentration, they all said "Avada Kedavra". Apparently, the group stopped madly twisting and jerking and froze in their current condition and fell to the ground. Looking at their faces, it was as if they were scared to death, but their bodies in grotesque positions, contorted in eerie ways showed they were indeed very much tortured. Their master gave a cold, high-pitched laughter of insanity, which made everyone present, shudder, "Wonderful.yet I have not done what I was mostly here for." A pudgy short man with watery eyes, came out of a tiny house with a young lady on his shoulder. She seemed to have fainted. "Ah Wormtail, I see you have her. Wonderful. It looks like you've used a Stunning Spell on her. That will be all for today" the master said. The master suspicious-looking master turned to see the damage he's done as he shrilly laughed. His face was scaly and he had red eyes, slits for nostrils and a fork-ended tongue. He looked at the now destroyed village and laughed once more. His followers joined in, laughing insanely.
There were screams everywhere. Chaos left and right. The villagers were running for their lives, away from the fiery houses as it fell to the ground. Then, a group was cornered near the walls of the village gate. A tall skinny man in a long black robe covered with a hood to hide his face, yet his eyes still shone in the darkness, appeared out of the confusion. One of his long, scaly, spider-like hands reached in his robe and took out a long dark wand. "Crucio" he sneered. Suddenly, his victims were screeching with pain as their bodies magically twisted and jerked. Then, hooded people came out of some bushes and other houses. They bent down on their knees and kissed (what it looked like) their master's hems on his robes. They were bowing and praising him as to their faces, it could not be seen. They all stood straight up and pointed at the cornered victims, and with all their concentration, they all said "Avada Kedavra". Apparently, the group stopped madly twisting and jerking and froze in their current condition and fell to the ground. Looking at their faces, it was as if they were scared to death, but their bodies in grotesque positions, contorted in eerie ways showed they were indeed very much tortured. Their master gave a cold, high-pitched laughter of insanity, which made everyone present, shudder, "Wonderful.yet I have not done what I was mostly here for." A pudgy short man with watery eyes, came out of a tiny house with a young lady on his shoulder. She seemed to have fainted. "Ah Wormtail, I see you have her. Wonderful. It looks like you've used a Stunning Spell on her. That will be all for today" the master said. The master suspicious-looking master turned to see the damage he's done as he shrilly laughed. His face was scaly and he had red eyes, slits for nostrils and a fork-ended tongue. He looked at the now destroyed village and laughed once more. His followers joined in, laughing insanely.