3 HOURS BEFORE HAND
"Ah Potter... You put your parents to shame, falling for my trap." He goaded at Harry.
Voldemort paced round the room.
His ridged but fluid movements lead him effortlessly and soundlessly to a cauldron.
His snake like slits flicked from Harry to the pot. Waving his vainy hand over it's bubbling contents as he muttered inaudable incantations, was it Latin?
Harry was bound in the corner of the room, feeling mildly silly that, once again, he had been fooled by voldemort into a trap. How could Harry not resist rescuing Remus Lupin from being 'tortured' by Voldemort. Harry was cirtainly feeling foolish, and regretted not paying enough attention to Snapes Occlumency lessons, dispite Snape being a prat.
"Today is a momentous day Harry Potter... It's the day of your demissse and the begginings of my rule over the wizarding world!" Voldemort hissed with a sadistic tone to his voice.
Voldemort had been looking forward to this day for a long time. He knew he had an ultimate plan which he regularly discussed with his loyal followers. However Voldemort, believing he was the most powerful wizard of them all, had another plan, a secret plan.
A potion of his own creation. One that he believed would win him this war.
Harry could feel his heart racing as Voldemort approached him with a knife. Although with a flick of his wand cuts were placed all over Harry's body. The stench of iron filled Harry's nose, and floor turned red.
Tom placed the blade of the knife into one of the cuts on Harry. Watching eagerly as the silver blade turned red.
Tom reached the cauldron. "THE BLOOD OF MY ENEMY" He screamed as three drops landed into the pool of grey lumpy liquid.
Quickly vanishing the blood on the knife, voldemort placed the blade against his forearm, as his blood, which looked almost black compared to Harry's, trickled into the pot. "Finally, the blood of the most worthy..."
His wand lit up as Voldemort completed the last of the components for the potion.
"INFANTEM FACERE!"
The Dark Lord intently looked at cauldron, unsure when the potion would be complete. It was at times like theese he wished he asked Severus to aid him on this. However why would he do that? And share his Glory? The Dark Lord could not do that.
The cauldron was spitting violently now, and growing exceedingly hot.
To the point where the pot started to melt.
Voldemort began to get worried.
Was this supposed to happen?
All of a sudden the cauldron started to scream and cry. However that wasn't the cauldron screaming...
It's was the small infant that was now inside, which was the cause for all the racket.
Now that was not supposed to happen.
Shock filled the Dark Lord and drained him of little colour he had anyway.
He took a step back.
And vanished...
On the steps of Malfoy Manor all anyone could hear where the screams of the Dark Lord.
"GET ME SEVERUSS SNAPE NOW!"