Disclaimers as usual.
I am looking for a beta reader as my first language is french, and this is a translation of a french story. I you are willing to take this 'job' please email me at dark_rogue@caramail.com. Thanks a lot.
Deatheaters and projects:
In a small village of northern England without problems, something occurred which will still make many people gossip. A person, perfectly healthy of body and spirit was found, dead, in the middle of a wood. Moreover one could observe no trace of violent death on his body. What the inhabitants did not know yet was that it would neither be the first one nor the last one.
Tens of kilometers away from this village, in a dark forest, stood a man whom two adjectives could qualify: odd and alarming. At his sides stood another person, seemingly apprehensive. The first person finally spoke:
Wormtail, he whistled, approach!
Yes my Master.
It is time to summon all my servants, he said in an icy tone.
Then he raised the sleeve of the so-called " Wormtail " and pressed on a skullshaped tattoo, with a snake coming out of its mouth. This simple gesture seamed to make Wormtail suffer. A few moments later, an incredible thing occurred: men as oddly dressed as the first appeared like by magic. Each one of these men, once arrived, bowed in front of he who had called them..
Then the one who was the master spoke:
« It is certainly very regrettable that a muggle showed up during our last meeting. But as you know it, everyone who will dare to oppose Lord Voldemort will undergo the consequences. So we are back again, almost at the same level as fourteen years ago. The one who betrayed, has died and the one who was too much a coward to return was punished when he finally decided to join us. I have the pleasure to announce you that we became a larger group: the Bulstrodes accepted to become Deatheaters. Fudge, this idiot, does not want to acknowledge that I am alive again. So he should not be eliminated for the moment. In September, I plan to set my most faithful servants free, those who are locked up in Azkaban. Dumbledore will not be able to go and find us anymore then, he and his pitiful team. I shall personally take care of Potter when the moment come. I have nothing more to tell you, let us scatter. Yes, Snape ? »
« Master, I wanted to ask you if I should continue my spying mission in Hogwarts. »
« Very well, I am willing to grant you this favour. But do not disappoint me again, or what I made you undergo will be nothing compared to my anger. »
Voldemort appeared away, as well as the other Deatheaters, leaving Snape to the rememberance of the torture he had undergone, being subjected to the Cruciatus's spell for one whole hour.
I am looking for a beta reader as my first language is french, and this is a translation of a french story. I you are willing to take this 'job' please email me at dark_rogue@caramail.com. Thanks a lot.
Deatheaters and projects:
In a small village of northern England without problems, something occurred which will still make many people gossip. A person, perfectly healthy of body and spirit was found, dead, in the middle of a wood. Moreover one could observe no trace of violent death on his body. What the inhabitants did not know yet was that it would neither be the first one nor the last one.
Tens of kilometers away from this village, in a dark forest, stood a man whom two adjectives could qualify: odd and alarming. At his sides stood another person, seemingly apprehensive. The first person finally spoke:
Wormtail, he whistled, approach!
Yes my Master.
It is time to summon all my servants, he said in an icy tone.
Then he raised the sleeve of the so-called " Wormtail " and pressed on a skullshaped tattoo, with a snake coming out of its mouth. This simple gesture seamed to make Wormtail suffer. A few moments later, an incredible thing occurred: men as oddly dressed as the first appeared like by magic. Each one of these men, once arrived, bowed in front of he who had called them..
Then the one who was the master spoke:
« It is certainly very regrettable that a muggle showed up during our last meeting. But as you know it, everyone who will dare to oppose Lord Voldemort will undergo the consequences. So we are back again, almost at the same level as fourteen years ago. The one who betrayed, has died and the one who was too much a coward to return was punished when he finally decided to join us. I have the pleasure to announce you that we became a larger group: the Bulstrodes accepted to become Deatheaters. Fudge, this idiot, does not want to acknowledge that I am alive again. So he should not be eliminated for the moment. In September, I plan to set my most faithful servants free, those who are locked up in Azkaban. Dumbledore will not be able to go and find us anymore then, he and his pitiful team. I shall personally take care of Potter when the moment come. I have nothing more to tell you, let us scatter. Yes, Snape ? »
« Master, I wanted to ask you if I should continue my spying mission in Hogwarts. »
« Very well, I am willing to grant you this favour. But do not disappoint me again, or what I made you undergo will be nothing compared to my anger. »
Voldemort appeared away, as well as the other Deatheaters, leaving Snape to the rememberance of the torture he had undergone, being subjected to the Cruciatus's spell for one whole hour.