Disclaimer: These characters are not mine! There are some quotes I used from movies, some you'll recognize, some no, but it's all good. Please enjoy, read, review, and be merry!
Summary: I'm still in the writing phase of this story I got the idea after reading A LOT of fanfic, and I love to tease you-know-who.
Chapter 1
The Plan
Deep within the confinements of a dark, secluded chamber, a man wearing a long black cloak and a hood over his face, was pacing the room glancing at the clock over the mantel. The chamber was a dingy white it was dusty, filthy, and it looked like it hadn't been touched in over a century. Sunlight never graced the room, however one lonesome window covered in dirt and cobwebs occupies each corner. The old rusted wooden floorboards creaked as the man paced impatiently, "LUCIUS! Where is that man?" shouted the cloaked man, "LUCIUS!"
Another man with a long robe and long blond hair entered the chamber, "Yes Dark Lord," the man said in a drawling voice.
"HOW MANY TIMES TO I NEED TO CALL FOR YOU LUCIUS?" screamed the cloaked man, his haunting red snake-like eyes seemed to glow with fury.
"I beg for your forgiveness Dark Lord, please," Lucius pleased, getting on his hands and knees. The Dark Lord took out his wand and pointed it at Lucius, "No, please Dark Lord!"
"CRUCIO!" the Dark Lord said with no sympathy for the man.
Lucius doubled over in pain and screamed in agony, his body twitched and writhed in pain. Finally, the pain stopped just as the rush of death seemed to call him.
"Now, Lucius, I want that boy tonight! If you fail, I'll hurt you, badly!" the cloaked man warned, "send in Peter Pettigrew on your way out."
"Yes Lord Voldemort," Lucius said bowing and ducking out of the room.
"IT'S DARK LORD!" Voldemort shouted with a fist in the air after Lucius, "DARK LORD!"
Voldemort meandered to his desk, sat down in his big chair, and stretched his arms over his head. Pulling out a picture album and looking at through them, "You will be mine," he said cackling holding up a picture with a young man with messy brown hair with glasses and a woman with auburn hair and emerald green eyes.
"Um...Um, master? You called?" whimpered a man scoffing into the room; he looked a lot like a rat.
"Peter!" Voldemort said hastily stuffing the photo album back into his desk, "Don't ever interrupt my cackling!" said Voldemort agitated.
"Y-Yes, I knew th-that sir!" Peter said starting to shake nervously.
"It's been quite a while. What information do you have for me?" ordered Voldemort.
"Well, I-I can't say."
"Why's that?" barked Voldemort taking out his wand and pointing it at the little man.
"I'm th-their S-S-Secret Keeper," he stuttered, hiding behind his hands, "they trust me."
"Trust, where does that get anyone today? Tell me! Or else." hissed Voldemort, "what information do you have?"
"I can't say."
"I am not repeating myself! Where are the Potters?"
"My ruler, you need to understand..." Peter started.
"Understand what Peter? Do you want me to get angry? Because when I get angry that's not going to end up too good for you, okay?" He said with a twisted smile.
"No sir! I—I mean Dark Lord."
"I'm having Malfoy get me the boy, all I need are his where-abouts, damnit!" He exclaimed throwing aside a chair, which tore to pieces when it hit the wall.
"I have a good idea, why not kill the rascal there?" pondered Peter.
"That is if I ever get his location! Besides, why not raise him for evil and have him as my partner when I take over the world?"
"Why not torture him and make him want to choose death every day of his life?"
"Point well taken or I'll force him join us, cause he'll have no where else to go!"
"Good point oh, smart one!" Peter said getting on his knees and bowing to him.
"Oh, don't grovel. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling!!"
Peter rose, "sorry."
"And don't apologize, every time I try to talk to someone it's sorry this and forgive me that, don't curse me and I'm not worthy. What are you doing now?"
"I'm averting my eyes, O Dark Lord."
"Well, don't. It's like those miserable psalms. They're so depressing. Now knock it off! Tell me where the Potters are or I'll kill you! How's that for a wager." Voldemort incurred.
"I can't Sirius would kill me if I do!" exclaimed Peter.
"Well then we'll just have to fix that..." he arched his fingers, "I have an idea," dropping his voice to a whisper he told Peter, "Sirius is going to hunt you down for giving away their location. So, what you do is frame him. He'll never see it coming! Yell that he is going to kill you and that he's a madman. Then, cut off your finger and then make a big explosion. The more muggles you kill the more it'll hurt Sirius. Now here's the thing that finger is going to be all they find of you if you know what I mean. Are you up to it? They'll never believe Sirius, if anything they'll lock him up in Azkaban."
Peter was in shock, "But sir I'm certainly not going to tell you where the Potters are and I'm not going to cut off my own finger!"
"You don't seem to realize that I can make people do what I want. Now, I advice you to tell me where the Potters are or else you will face your grave, understand?" Voldemort said grabbing Peter by his shirt, pulled him close and pointed his wand to Peter's throat.
Peter was able to see right into Voldemort's red eyes, he squirmed and nodded, "They are hiding at Godric's Hollow they are in the fourth house. Please don't kill me!"
Voldemort let go of Peter and put his arm over him, "By this time tonight their boy will be mine and no one will stop me!"
"What about Dumbledore master?"
"DON'T EVER SAY THAT NAME IN FRONT OF ME!" he warned Peter, "Now go before I decide to curse you."
Peter backed down running out the door. Voldemort, however twirled his wand in his hands and gallivanted to the door, "My Death Eaters!" He exclaimed in a singsong voice, the call carried through the dark hallway.
Many people in clocks and hoods over their heads appeared before him, bowed, and took out their wands. "Now tonight, when I or Lucius come back with our new guest. You all better darn well make sure that he is treated right," Voldemort's red eyes glanced at his followers he noticed some blank spots, "Some of our followers are missing, most are in Azkaban serving for me, they will get my full forgiveness. Some are dead, and two are missing, they will be sorry for wasting my time with them."
"Yes Dark Lord." All of the Death Eaters said at once returning to their quarters.
Feeling like he already owned the world, he walked out of his hide away and disappeared with a 'poof'.
It was dusk on Godric's Hollow and a light breeze gently moved Voldemort's long black robe. Arriving at the fourth house, he walked up to the stoop of the fourth house, and spotted a doormat that said, 'God bless the Potters'. "What a perfect night to commit a murder," he hissed knocking on the big wooden door. A man with messy brown hair and glasses answered it.
"Um, whatever it is we are not interested!" said the man opening the door, "Oh lord!"
"You can just call me Voldemort."
Trying to close the door, Voldemort burst it open hitting the man, "James Potter, you have three times tried to get away from me! But tonight is your down fall!"
James yelled, "LILY TAKE HARRY AND RUN! NOW!"
"What James dear?" said the woman entering the entrance, "Oh no, not him it's too soon!"
"So you know why I came? Let's just get it over with, before I get impatient!" Voldemort said pointing his wand at Lily Potters' heart.
"No, not my wife, let her and Harry go, please!"
While Voldemort looked over at James, Lily made a run to the bedroom where she bent down to pick up the baby. She kissed the baby on his forehead, and whispered something. Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion outside and James was at the door trying to block Voldemort from entering, "Lily, go run before he kills you!"
"MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!" Voldemort shouted, "I'm not here to kill you!"
"LILY TAKE HARRY AND RUN, NOW!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" A burst of green light filled the room, Voldemort stood at the empty doorway with a triumphant smile. He stepped over James, "Now, Lily if you would mind to step aside, so I can just take your son and go."
Lily had tears in her eyes, there was the love of her life dead on the floor, but did Voldemort care, no. She stood in front of the baby, "You'll have to kill me too!" she said tears streaming down her face.
"Fine!" he said unmoved from her tears, "Avada Kedavra!"
In another flash of green light Lily fell upon his foot, laughing he turned his wand at the baby. "Now, Harry, say your prayers. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
However there was a backfire "What the..." Voldemort shouted as the green light bounced off the infant and back at Voldemort. His soul was ripped from his body, defeated for now he went off to find an animal to take over until he could get his body back.
Lucius Malfoy turned up at the site a few moments later to fulfill his duty when he found his master dead on the ground, "Dark Lord?" He questioned, giving him a bit of a push. He couldn't stay long he heard the roar of a large motorcycle, "Crap!" Taking his fallen master he disappeared with a 'tweak', which made the house creak.
When Malfoy got back to the Chamber, he arranged a Death Eater meeting and put his master on top of the table. When most of the Death Eaters arrived at the table they were all in shock. The Death Eaters did not know what to do. Their master was in not fit condition to rule over them, but their meeting was interrupted by a cute little black kitten who pounced onto the table.
"Aww so cute!" said a girl petting the cat.
"Don't touch me Bellitrix! Any ideas on what I can do?" the cat said grooming his paw.
"Dark Lord?" questioned Lucius picking up the cat.
"Put me down you idiot! Yes, it's me, but I'll need to build up my strength, it may take a while, but at least we got the boy, right Lucius?"
"Um, no."
"Damn, GO GET HIM! My loyal Death Eaters, you may go until I call you back when I am once again in power. Those of you who return will be rewarded. Where is Peter?"
"We can't find him, he turned into a rat and we couldn't find him. But Sirius Black is in Azkaban, sir," said another man.
"Thank you Avery, Peter will be punished, for the rest of you, JUST GO!"
"Um, sir?" asked Avery.
"Yes, Avery?"
"Would you like some cat food?" he asked laughing then leaving the room.
"GET BACK HERE YOU! ONCE I GET MY BODY BACK OH YOU ARE IN FOR IT!" meowed the cat.
With that he was left on the table while Lucius went to go finish the job. Looking at his body, he wondered how he could possibly get better. "Peachy, just peachy! I just hope that pathetic Death Eater is going to bring him to me." Then it came to him, scampering off he went to find somebody, cursing.
Hidden against the side of the house, Lucius looked down the street and to his luck Dumbledore put his light putter-outter back in his front pocket and left. Creeping along the side of the house he saw the baby sleeping sound fully on the porch, "Too perfect," Lucius hissed grabbing the sleeping baby and disappearing with a 'creak' that arouse some neighbors.
