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Chapter 9
Months Later...
Everything had changed. The Death-Eaters could see it, and the Order were suspecting something too. The Dark Lord had an apprentice. He was cold, menacing, and inflicted pain on the helpless. It seemed he was a mirror of Voldemort; He was full of spite, and his eyes portrayed hate with every glare. The Death Eaters almost worshiped him. The apprentice was cunning, and ruthless, sparing no-one in his path. The Order had no idea who he was, but were using all their recorces to find out. His eyes were the colour of the Killing Curse, and anger was unleashed on the weak.
Possibly, the most interesting thing was his gift. He was more power than any wizard in the world, and some would dare to say more than You-Know-Who himself. The apprentice hardly grew weak, and had invented many spells, only known to himself and his master.
This apprentice was Harry Potter.
Anyone outside of The Dark Lord's inner circle who knew had been obliviated, and the traitor killed by the boy himself. Nobody would recognise him; his face was contorted with anger, his scar covered, and his glasses were long gone. You would sense the power once he walked into the room, and it made the Death Eaters bow to one knee. Many of them considered an imperius curse was used, but they were silenced by Potter's glare.
This was the closest Voldemort had gotten to someone before, and his followers continued to be astonished. The Dark Lord commanded that Harry be treated with as much respect as himself.
The Order had lost hope. Almost.
Harry swept into the room, his black robes swirling around his feet. His eyes were cold, and the young Death Eaters in the room almost cowered.
"My Lord..." said Harry, bowing low, before nodding curtly at the followers. Voldemort inclined his head and guestured for Harry to take a seat.
"Leave us." commanded the Dark Lord. Death Eaters shuffled out, murmering, leaving the two alone. Harry conjured two glasses of wine, handing one to the man opposite him.
"Any news, My Lord?" he murmered, sipping his wine, "From the raid?"
"No, not yet...although we are planning an attack on St Zarcus, the wizarding school in India." replied the Dark Lord. Harry looked up.
"May I ask why?" he inquired, no longer touching his wine. "What is there to gain?" Voldemort laughed coldly.
"What is there not to gain?" He stood abruptly, and began to pace, his steps echoing through the stone. "Power, and fear. We need to prove what we can do, so we shall not be challenged."
"I see now, my Lord..." replied Harry, "And when shall this event take place?"
"In two days. We shall begin to plan immediatly."
"Alert me when the attack will begin." Harry bowed, and strode out of the room. He has changed, thought Voldemort, very much so.
He sat in his office, head in his hands. He didn't know what to do. It had been months, months since he'd last seen Harry, and he still had no clue where he was. Dumbledore refused to believe he was dead; Albus didn't plan it like this. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Harry had to find the Horcrux's, and defeat Voldemort at the right time. Dumbledore racked his brain at every spare moment he had, inventing ridiculous plans that would never work. The wizarding world was losing hope - their saviour was gone, and no-one had the courage to fight back.
However, someone was helping them. Every now and again, an owl would arrive, addressed to Headmaster. Albus was suspicious at first, but soon learnt that the sender meant no harm. The sender had saved lives. The letters they sent included details of attacks, so they could re-enforce, and news of weapons. The Headmaster tried to make contact with this person, but there was no reply. Only information.
For one moment, Albus hoped it was Harry. That idea was pushed out of his mind, when the sender refused to make personal contact. Harry would reply to Dumbledore.
Darason and Klark were trying to make contact with the Order. Dumbledore refused to welcome them in; they had both betrayed the Order before. This, however, did not stop the pair from sending information to the Order's way, which proved useful. Apparently, they had someone on the inside, who was close to Voldemort. Albus found it hard to believe any of this, but used the information. Who ever the sender was, and whoever was 'on the inside', well, they were saving lives. And Albus was eternally grateful.
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