OMG!! Disclaimer: Disclaimer: TT I am not the owner on Harry Potter
For this chapter: Let's just say Volde really needs anger management…
Chapter 3: The New Generation
It was cold and wet outside as the rain continually came down ever so heavier, splashing the untidy lawn and dusty rooftop. The moon slid in and out of the clouds. A tiny gnome poked its head out of a shriveled-up flower bush (or was flower bush). He glanced around and blinked his tiny, beady eyes. Quick as a flash, he darted next to a willow tree and started pulling and tugging on an unlucky earthworm that had come up to breath. The worm put-up a good fight, but it was useless in the soggy soil. Nearby, a flash of lightning came down and lit up the scene.
Two figures could be seen walking swiftly up the weedy lawn. They were masked and unspeaking, and moving in such a manner that it seems as if one of them smelled really bad. The gnome darted past them on its potatoly feet, carrying the worm in its mouth. It sat up next to a rock, eating the worm, and watching intently. The two figures stopped abruptly. Someone else could be seen running towards the house. The house was tall and rigid, with ivory already covering the lower windows. The alone figure came to a halt near the other two. He was tall and thick, masked too, with a hood over his head.
"State your name!" He demanded, raising his wooden wand form under his robes.
"Goyle? Is that you?" The two masked figures suddenly said. The seemed shocked and unbelieving.
"Selwynn, Thorfinn?" The supposed Goyle asked, lowering his wand a little.
"So, you felt it too?" Selwynn said pulling up his left sleeve. There, implanted in his arm, was an ugly, dark symbol of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth like a tongue. It was black and burnt-looking.
"I knew I couldn't be the only one willing to return when I felt the mark burn," Goyle replied, stowing away his wand back into the pocket of his robes.
The Dark Mark was a symbol of being a Death Eater, Voldemort's supporter. It was usually light colored but burnt a deep ashy black when the Dark Lord was supposedly in power. When it burned, the Death Eaters were to Disapparate and Apparate at his side.
"But…but this is impossible, really," cried Selwynn; he looked a little creeped-out by the look of this place, "What I mean is that we all saw when he…well…gave way." He seemed to have chosen his words 'wisely'.
"Do you think so, Selwynn?"Out of nowhere, a cold, high-pitched voice was oddly echoed through the air. All three of them glanced around, terrified in shock, "Nice of you to return!"
"M-my L-lord?" gasped Selwynn. It looked as if he about to have a heart attack; he started shaking oddly. Then, there was a bright light from inside the house, and a high-pitched laughter of cold hatred.
"Come inside! All of You!" The voice said again. They shuffled inside the house and looked around. There was a streak of light coming from upstairs. Stumbling a little, each of them climbed up a dusty flight of stairs. It was covered in a thick layer of dust and the paint was pealing-off of the handles. All three stepped onto the second floor and into a room in which a dim light was lit from a fireplace. It was dark inside the house, and the floor boards were beginning to peal upwards. On the walls, there were some smashed picture frames, ghostly lighted by the flames of the fire. The fire was an abnormal greenish color, making the room seem haunted more than ever. On the floor, there was a dusty old carpet, on which a heap of robes was still shaking, even though close as it was to the fire.
And in the middle of the room, sitting on an old, worn-out chair was a man—thin, tall, and snake-like with scarlet red eyes—Lord Voldemort.
All three of the Death Eaters gasped and fell onto their knees, crawling cautiously towards Voldemort and kissing the bottom of his robes. As if they were blocking the fire, Voldemort blasted them all back, and smashed them all against the back wall, where they fell with a Thud onto the floor, causing the dust to rise a few inches.
"You useless imbeciles," Voldemort hissed, getting to his feet, and holding his wand, "Give me a good reason to keep you…alive." Apparently still in shock that their old Master had returned after ten years of what they thought, pure defeat, the three just simply gapped at him, uttering noiselessly. "As I've suspected, none would be so much as loyal to me as before. Running around like Maniacs, trying to escape the Aurors, who are still on your tracks! "
Goyle and Thorfinn shifted uneasily, but Selwynn stayed still and muttered softly to himself. Voldemort caught words like –I tried—couldn't— Aurors— but got the general idea.
"Tried did you? Afraid of the Aurors are you? Well, I'll give you something to be afraid of! Crucio! (This just shows how much Volde likes this curse.)"
As if the room alarm had been set off, Selwynn convulsed tremendously and screamed. It sounded through the room like a deafening roar. It was pain beyond pain. Selwynn was wrenched into the air, twitching madly. He hit the ground with a dull Clank, as he knocked over several medal lamp posts, which fell on top of him, causing more racket and yelps. Fresh sweat was sprouting over his face as he looked around, dazed and confused.
Voldemort's nostrils flared as he turned and bore his soul-less eyes onto Goyle and Thorfinn. This seemed to bring them back to Earth. They recoiled slightly like he was something ugly that came out of a garbage dump.
"So, what do you two have to say?!" Voldemort's voice came, reaching a dangerous point.
"M-my L-lord, if I m-may," Goyle shuffled forward his hood sliding off his head, "I've recently heard that Harry Potter's…" But at the sound of this name, Voldemort seemed to have lost the last of his control, what so ever.
"DO—NOT—SAY—THAT—NAME!!" he yelled, drawing level with Goyle, who towered back into shadows, " I—WILL—KILL—HIM!!" Voldemort turned to the fire, which the flames were shooting out small sparks. He shot fire sparkles of snakes out of the end of his wand and seemed to calm down a bit, "Hurry up. What do you have to say?"
"T-teddy P-potter," shuddered Goyle again (Take Two), "He is going to H-Hogwarts this year."
"Is that so? How touching! Mr. Potter is Godfather now, is he?" Voldemort prodded the two twitching heaps of robes on the carpet with his foot. On of them yelped and seemed to leap back several feet. He clenched his fists and sighed. "But, I still need an army. If only Nagini was here." Nagini is (or was) a twelve foot long poisonous green snake. She used to be Voldemort's pet snake (and an important horcrux). He used to keep her very close to him but lost her years ago during the battle at Hogwarts. The snake's name seemed to give him some kind of electric shock, for he crossed over to the window. Sonora! He pointed to his own throat, and his voice was magically magnified out into the night. Voldemort drummed his spidery fingers on the window sill, thinking. Abruptly, his voice changed from a cold, high-pitched tone to an even shriller voice. A distinguishable hiss could be heard at the end of every word he was speaking. I seemed to be some kind of made up language—Hissing, ear-splitting and snake-like.
"Come to me, my friends, my lonely companions. I know you all have been waiting for too long as time passes too slow. I can offer you much more, much better than you'll ever dream of………….."
Rustles of fern and undergrowth could be heard outside. Voldemort grinned, crossed over to his chair, sat down and folded his fingers. HISS… A loud spitting echoed downstairs as the front doors were forced open with a loud Clunk. Then, a scraping at the stairs, and the creak of the door, and six large green snakes slithered onto the dusty room-floor. They all had yellowish, red slit like eyes and diamondy patterns on their backs. As all of them reared up to face Voldemort, Selwynn (who was still looking from the corner on the floor in his robes), Thorfinn, and Goyle (who were both trying to act their best being invisible at the moment) all jumped back and scrambled out of the way.
"My old friends," Voldemort stood-up and stroked a particularly large female snake on the head that was edging nearer towards him in an almost affectionate way, "Welcome. You shall join me as your ancestor had and under my influence we will rise in power like never before!!" All six snakes hissed approvingly and some opened their jaws to reveal one inch long fans, glistening with venom. "But we need to make some…changes."
Voldemort fumbled for his wand in his robes and pulled it out with one swift movement: A thirteen inch long, holly wood wand with the single feather of a phoenix stored in the middle.
"Morphculas," He screeched shrilly, pointing the end of his wand at the largest female snake. It was lifted into the air, surrounded by an abnormally bright light like a bubble. The other five snakes backed up slightly, clearly started. Some of them hissed loudly and twisted their tails around one another. It was like watching a tree sprouting new limbs. The female snake shook slightly as four limbs (hands and feet) penetrated outwards from her long, scaly body. Her tail and upper body turned smooth and silky then into robes of baby blue. Long, bright, wavy blond hair came twirling out of the back of the snake's head as the front formed into the shape of a pretty woman's face. It was done. She dropped gracefully onto the hard-wood floor on her newly frown feet with dazzling blue high heels, her big blue eyes blinking.
"You shall be Hesta, Hesta Levering," Voldemort said swiftly, appreciating his own work. Hesta gave a "Yes Master" in a little too snake-like voice. "And do you all approve?" he added mockingly to the other death eaters. They all goggled at the new Hesta Levering, sputtering. The heaps of roves of Crouch and Sewynn had sat up to watch too. (I don't know if Voldemort is just bored or what, but it seems like he's made Hesta a little too pretty (if you know what I mean lol).
"Very good," Voldemort said, as if each of them had just given a long, loquacious speech.
One by one, he transformed the snakes into people: Harrison Paulet, Faheam Thawer, Johnson Ronddoff, Sidarth Yoflam, and Dean Joesive.(Wow…Volde chooses weird names). All of the snake-people, with their new bodies, moved freely around the room now, examining things with there new human eyes.
"And now" Voldemort sat back down into his chair and examined his new army with great interest, "The Plan. We will use Goyle's idea (or merely comment)" The old death eaters shuffled forward, listening intently. "We shall station ourselves wisely among the rest. One of you must be at the school itself, a job maybe. Randdoff, you can do that. And the station. But the Aurors mist be at the station too…. Hesta, you will act as a reporter at station 93/4, where the Hogwarts Express is bound to be. Three of you (Thawer, Paulet, and Yoflam) will need to go to the Ministry. Do what you have to do to mix in with the rest, and kill if it is necessary." He spoke without any feeling towards killing, almost adoringly.
"M-master if I can be of any assistance," Crouch had evidently gathered up the last of his courage, "While I was in Azkaban, I heard of a locket , The Locket of Souls…"
"Yes," Voldemort said, sounding almost annoyed, "I've heard of it before too. It is said to be the most powerful/evil creation of the wizarding world and is only loyal to its rightful owner: The fist opener of the locket. The possession of this soul-taking locket can keep me at power for as long as I want, but unfortunately it is currently in no body's possession."
"But, my Lord, the Ministry has found it!" Crouch croaked.
Voldemort stood-up so quickly he knocked over his chair, one of it four legs falling loosely onto the ground. "What did you say?" he demanded.
"T-they ….have found it…It is in the Ministry: Aurors' of-office."
Voldemort turned to Paulet, Thawer and Yoflam, "Find me that locket. Find it and bring it to me, before Sept. the first. You must not be seen in doing so…"
"But, my Lord," gasped Crouch, his eyes bulging, "I-it is in the office of….Harry Potter."
