Disclaimer: Until I can transcend time Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Let's say that you're a new deatheater recruit and you want to ascend the Dark Lord's ranks quickly. What do you do? Giving him the ultimate birthday present is a good way to start.
Author Notes: seeing zero reviews hurts me more than flames. Flames are welcome relief from the cold stony silence from anyone who reads this.
Chapter 1: The Ultimate Birthday Present.
"My Lord?"
"Yesssssss Rigel", he asked his new recruit wondering whether it was something really important, or if his rules hadn't sunk into the boy's brain, he highly doubted the latter, this kid was sharp.
"I know that all you said you wanted for your birthday is our loyalty and increased efforts", he paused," but the opportunity to give you more presented itself unexpectantly".
Voldemort watched intrigued as Rigel opened the hall door revealing two muggles carrying a, taller than it was wide, gift-wrapped crate. The wrapping paper was as black as the inside of the crate, which you could see if you cared to look through the unnoticeable air holes. They set it down gently causing the silver bow to bounce.
"Open it", Voldemort ordered, a note of excitement in his voice. The imperious-influenced muggles were quick to obey. Walking around the long table to the opened crate was indeed worth Voldemort's while. Many curious Deatheaters tried unsuccessfully to peer inside of it, but at that moment, only Voldemort and Rigel Grimm knew that the crate contained a very cramped, sweaty, and unconscious Harry Potter. Voldemort looked at the teen a smile creeping too his snakelike face. His young enemy was clad in, what seemed to be very fitting to the occasion, a wrapping paper cocoon that was bound to him by silver ribbon restraints.
"Why, Rigel this is the best birthday present I've ever received", he told the, fresh from Hogwarts, boy helping to fuel the other's curiosity," I feel that you shall do quite well in my", he paused to build suspense," inner circle". The said inner circle, were all on the edge of their seats knowing that this had to be something major. "How did you do it, dear boy?" he asked his new recruit curiously.
"I was simply in the right place at the right time, master", he replied softly making sure he kept his eyes on the ground.
"Don't be so modest. Surely he had some guard?" Voldemort asked studying him carefully.
"A clumsy girl, a pathetic looking werewolf, and my uncle Alastor. Walked right up and said hello to him, he didn't suspect a thing."
"Has your cover been blown?"
"Unfortunately yes, but I thought that this", he pointed at Harry," would be of better use to you"
"You thought right", Voldemort cheerfully waved his wand, and the sides of the crate fell away revealing Harry Potter, whose wrapping paper cocoon encompassed body fell to the floor.