Chapter Two
Disclaimer: see chapter one
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Harry came to consciousness lying on the ground in a long corridor. He sat up. Had he been here before? He looked around the hall a bit, trying to remember.
Then it clicked. He was in the Ministry of Magic. He had been dreaming about this corridor for months. He stood shakily to his feet, and looked down. What he saw made him jump. His feet weren't there!
-Oh-he thought -I am probably not actually here. -
Creak! The door at he end of the corridor opened, and about five cloaked people entered rather quickly, arguing amongst themselves.
"He wasn't there, Wormtail! Why was he not there?" said one, sounding like Lucius Malfoy.
"I-I don't kn-know!" said another figure, quivering with fright."
"You DID tell that dratted house-elf of the Dark Lord's plans, didn't you? He was supposed to tell Potter his Godfather was gone! If you didn't-" Lucius yelled at Wormtail, pointing an accusing finger. "The master will NOT be pleased with you!"
"I t-told him! I swear!" Wormtail looked around at the Death Eaters surrounding them, trying to get some support. None came.
"Our Master needed Potter to come here so he could get the Prophecy! Now, that he is not here, what are we to give? The Dark Lord does not like failure!"
There was a small pop behind where Harry 'was' and he turned to see what it was. It was Voldemort, who was looking at the cowering Wormtail with fury. Harry's scar was on fire, but he just shoved the pain out of his mind. This was too important to miss.
"Where is he?" the Dark Lord hissed, his snakelike white face with pit- less red eyes surveying his followers.
"He did not come, My Lord" Lucius told him.
"WHAT?" Voldemort spat "why not? My plan was foolproof!" Wormtail stepped forward.
"C-could you get the Prophecy yourself, M-my Lord? I-I mean, since you are h-here and all?" Wormtail flinched when Voldemort glared at his question.
"Of course I can, but then the Ministry will know I took it, meaning I am alive, and we wouldn't like that now would we? Anyways, I was planning on getting rid of Harry Potter tonight, along with hearing the full prophecy." Voldemort paused, thinking. "But, if the wizarding would learnt of my existence, there would be panic and chaos... maybe it is time I revealed myself." He started walking towards the door the Death Eaters had just come through. "Show me the way" Wormtail lead Voldemort down the passage, and a few minutes later, Harry found himself in that odd room with the shelves full of small, dusty, glass orbs. They glimmered dully in the light issuing from candle brackets set at intervals along the shelves. Wormtail started to move down the shelves, until he got to row ninety-seven, just a little way down. He pointed at one of the orbs.
"Here" he said, "this is it" Voldemort's eyes glittered with anticipation as he looked at the dusty orb. Intrigued, Harry stepped closer for a better look. Under the orb was a yellowish label, affixed to the shelf. In spidery writing was written a date of some sixteen years previously, and below that:
S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D
Dark Lord
And (?) Harry Potter
Harry starred. -Whuthe? - He thought, confused.
"Ahhhh, at last. The Almighty Prophecy!" Voldemort reached out, and took the glass ball in his hand. "And now- the moment of truth" he pulled out his wand, and tapped the orb once.
At first, Harry thought nothing would happen, but then, the room went quiet, and a voice, sounding a lot like Professor Trelawny's when she made that prediction third year, came from the orb, chanting softly:
"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
The room was silent. Voldemort put the orb into his robes, and turned towards the door.
"Interesting...very interesting...come, lets go!" he gestured for his followers to come with him. "Time to make my presence known to the wizarding world..." he cackled evilly. "To the main hall! Cause as much damage as possible!" at that, Voldemort and his death eaters apparated away, taking Harry with them.
They popped in to the grand hall right in front of the golden fountain Harry remembered seeing when there for his trial. Around them, people screamed at the sudden arrival of the Dark lord.
Harry looked around at all the startled witches and wizards standing frozen at the sight of the world's most evil person: Voldemort. At the moment, the Dark Lord was signaling to his followers to secure the exits. Harry turned in time so see Fudge floo out of the emerald green flames of one of the fireplaces.
"Wha-?" he stood flabbergasted, eyes flickering over the Death Eaters, and finally resting upon Voldemort himself. His face paled. Two Death Eaters stepped up behind him, and took hold of his arms.
"Our master wishes to speak with you" one hissed. They brought him to the fountain, where Voldemort was standing regally.
"Ah, Minister Fudge" he smiled. "I have so much to thank you for." Fudge looked frightful confused, wondering what Voldemort was thinking about.
"Y-you d-do?" he asked, uncertain if the Dark Lord was just playing with him or not.
"Why, yes, of course! Were you not the one who refused to believe that fool Dumbeldore that I was back? Which lead to my being able to operate without any problems at all? And, were you not also the one who made him leave his pathetic school, go into hiding, and thusly keeping him from messing up my plans? You also are the very person who appointed that useless teacher for the Defense Against The Dark Art position, in which case made all the students unable to defend themselves?" Fudge started to tremble with fear. "Wasn't it you who removed all the Proper teachers from Hogwarts, so now I could walk in there right now, and no one will be able to do anything? Hell, you convinced practically the whole bloody wizarding world that Harry Potter, the only being on earth, who can kill me, was a dangerous, crazy, stuck-up show off? Because, as much as I hate to say this, he was trying to tell you the truth? Yes, Mr. Fudge, I thank you. Without you and your stupidity, I might not be as far as I am." Voldemort smiled, and turned to face his followers. "Don't kill him, yet. I want him to see what he has created." he then started to laugh, that high-pitched evil laugh. "Now, you all can have some fun!" the Death Eaters joined in his laughter, and turned their wands at the people inside the Ministry of Magic.
Harry saw, almost in slow motion, as the Death Eaters started to throw curses.
"No!" he yelled, throwing out his hands. Miraculously, the curses froze in mid-air. Harry could feel them straining to fly to their targets. He concentrated, trying to tun them around, so they could hit their casters instead. Just as he felt himself start to pass out at the strain, he let go. The curses fired at the Death Eaters, knocking most to the ground.
"WHAT?!" Voldemort bellowed. Harry's scar seared in pain, and he was panting from the effort it took to do what he did. Voldemort turned of Fudge, clearly thinking he had somehow got some protection spell in place. "I have changed my mind, I think you will die, NOW!" Voldemort turned around, to face the Minister, and pointed his want at Fudge's chest. "Farewell, dear Minister..." Fudge screwed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
-Authors note-
Sorry its so short, I didn't have much time to write it all, so I thought to just end it here. more is one the way, tho, I promise! Many thanks to wierdochelle, MY FIRST REVIEW!!! gives huggels thanks so much! (actually, at the moment, the ONLY review) cries
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