"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills,
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter."
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
As the cheers of Hogwarts students filled the hall let's travel far away from the merry school. Let's travel far across the Scottish plains, and passed little villages dotted through out the country side. Across the sea and towards a small town in Hungary a meeting was afoot. Filled with the type of people that not even Voldemort would want to face alone. The figures dressed all in black sat surrounding a table in the town of Visegrád. Their faces hidden beneath their hoods. The darkness seemed to pull towards them as they stared at one another. As if it was trying to grasp them and hold them in its clutches. Finally when the clock struck midnight their meeting officially began. The figure sitting at the front of the table linked his fingers together, and spoke his voice barely above a whisper.
"I have heard, as I believe that many of you have as well, that Harry Potter's name has been drawn from the Goblet of Fire," He stated softly. "Does anyone know if that is true or not?"
"Yes my kýrios it is true. The boys name has been pulled from the Goblet, and to my knowledge from my informant in the school he has returned, and is officially back at Hogwarts," One of the cloaked figured responded to their leaders question, and the leader nodded his head in contemplation.
"Good good that means our plan can finally begin, but first I want all of you to see exactly what he knows. I do not want him to surprise us and have our plan be ruined because of our incompetence," He said and the other cloaked figures nodded.
"We understand kýrios. What will we do when we are done with our observation?" Another hooded figure asked.
"We kill the boy and anyone that tries to stand in our way. Find out his weaknesses and exploit them or bring them directly to me. Make sure that we keep the upper hand," He said coldness laced into his tone.
"Of course kýrios. What if the Tournament kills the boy first?" One of the figures asked voicing a concern that many of the other members felt, and the kýrios looked at him with a inquisitive look.
"We will have to make sure it doesn't. By any means necessary keep the boy alive, until it is our time to strike. The boy cannot die, and if he does from a force that is not us. Then the pain you feel will make you beg for death. Do you understand me?" The leader asked but the authoritative tone made it seem like a demand, and all the figures nodded. "Good, you have your orders. GO!" The kýrios shouted and immediately all the figures stood up and disappeared into the shadows until only one was left.
"Are you sure we should really do this?" The man asked his long time friend.
"Yes, it is the only way to restore the balance in this world. The boy must die, and he must die by the end of the year," The kýrios said with an emotionless voice. "I hope you are not thinking of doing something that could compromise our mission."
In response the man only smiled and easily replied. "I would never betray you, I am just wondering if this child is really the answer of bringing the peace back."
"Of course he is, he is the only thing that the prophecy could be talking about, and I will not have anarchy fall once the boy comes of age," The kýrios snapped and immediately the other man nodded.
"I understand, I am sorry for doubting you," He said bowing his head in a sign of surrender and respect.
"I am glad that you understand, and I will allow your slip up to pass only because of our history but do not let this happen again," The kýrios hissed coldly and the man nodded his head.
"I won't my kýrios."
"Good now you are dismissed. You have much work to do, and I hope you hurry in doing so," The kýrios said and once again the man nodded.
"Of course my kýrios, I will leave immediately for my Intel," The man said while getting up with unnatural grace.
"Good," The kýrios said and as the man was turning to leave the kýrios voice stopped him. "Oh and Raoul don't disappoint me again, not like the last time," He said with coldness and the man simply nodded again.
"I won't my kýrios," The man, Raoul, said softly before disappearing into the shadows.
"Good because if you do the boy won't be the only one that will die," The kýrios said staring at the spot where the man had just disappeared. The kýrios soon got up and headed for his study. He needed to contact some of his informants and ask them for information about Harry Potter. Only one thing was set in his mind, the boy would die by the end of the Tournament. He would make sure of that, and nothing would stand in his way.
A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter. I am sorry that it is so short. I promise the next one won't be, but this chapter plays a big part in the overall story. I am sorry about all the misspelled/missing words. A final quote on what Raoul was thinking throughout this.
"The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered...We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It's called being human."
And, yes Raoul will become an impacting character in this story. And, no the kýrios is not Voldemort and has nothing to do with Voldemort.
- ShakespearePoet101
