Harry´s Bodyguard

So sorry that I haven't updated for a long time. I was busy having fever :( But here is the second chapter.

Lucius raised his wand and mumbled: "Lumos!"

A sharp light illuminated the cold, dark alley. He looked around. It was a poor and dirty muggler-district.

Nobody was out in the cool night, but a lonely cat.

Maybe he wouldn't show up. The thought was encouraging – but improbable.

Lucius did a movement of the hand, and the light turned off.

Suddenly, a spotting voice came from the Darkness. "So the Dark Lord has sent one of he's beloved Death Eaters." An evil, nasal laugher resounded in the street. "How nice."

Lucius turned around and stared. His wand was pointing at the stranger.

The man was tall and pale. His cold, light blue eyes were shining with malice. There was a long scar on his handsome face.

"You are the Black Rider", Lucius said with disgust.

The man smiled; white teeth flicked.

"Voldemort needs me to bring him Harry Potter." The Rider said his name without hesitation.

They began to walk away.

Lucius snorted. He had never liked the idea of having the Black Rider to help them on their task, and now, he had met him, he was even more convinced, that it was a stupid plan.

"What do you want in return for your help?" the Death Eater asked.

"That is not your business," The Rider said coldly. "Only Voldemort knows."

"We don't name him!"

"Why not?" The Rider's voice was soft and provoking.

Lucius starred at him with terrifying rage. For a second he had completely lost his tongue, and then he said: "No one is worthy to name him."

The only answer he got back was an arrogant snort.

Will threw a stealthy look upon Albus Dumbledore. He looked like a wizard from a fantasy movie; long white hair and beard, and dressed in long, grey robes.

"Ah, Merriman Lyon and he's Will Stanton", he said with a gentle voice. "Please, sit down. Can I get you anything?"

There was a strong authoritativeness about him, Will thought. He looked like that kind of man who could silence people without even raising he's voice.

"No, thank you", Merriman said and pushed Will down in a chair. "We have come to offer our help. Voldemort – "

Suddenly, his voice disappeared. Will was filled with fear. He didn't hear the rest. The word Voldemort was the only thing he could hear. And he saw something. It was only for a short moment; he saw a tall, pale man standing in a dark room. The man had horrifying red eyes and looked straight at Will.

"Will? Are you all right? Will!" Merrimans sharp voice cut through the Dark unhappiness, Will felt.

Suddenly he was in Dumbledore's office again. The man with the red eyes was gone.

He looked around. Both men starred at him.

"I'm ok", he said insecure.

You looked terrified, Old One, Merrimans voice said in his head. What is wrong?

But then, Dumbledore spoke: "What did you see, Will Stanton?"

Will was shocked. How could this man know that he had a vision? He didn't dare to lie, so he raised his head and began to speak of the man in the dark room.

Merriman and the headmaster exchanged glances.

"That was you – know – who", The Lord of the Light said. "It will be best if… we don't mention his name anymore."

And, then, Dumbledore told Will about Voldemort and Harry Potter and the strange connection between them. He told him about Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic and finally, he told him about Voldemort´s plan.

"You see", Merriman said with a bitter smile, "we think the Black Rider, Mitothin, has joined the Death Eaters to find Harry Potter. And that is why you are here."

"To protect him – Harry Potter?" Will looked at his master, trying to see if he was right.

"Correct."

"But…"

"Yes?" Merriman raised an eyebrow.

"Why does the Rider want him?"

"He does not. He wishes to take revenge over the Light."

"Oh."

Will felt uncomfortable. He rose. "Okay, then. I am ready to be Harry Potter's bodyguard."

Dumbledore smiled.