Um… hi? (Runs away while being chased by angry screaming mob.) In my defense, I'm a very busy chicka. I get home at 9: 00 and eat and go to sleep. I do to sports in a row and I have all advanced classes. Some people are so hardcore that they can write while half asleep. But if I try that all that will come out is augbraebgui. So I put it off in favor of giving you guys something REAL. And not whatever comes out of me when I'm that tired. Don't forget the MASSIVE blast of writers block I've been going through. Also I feel as though the chapters have been getting really complacent. Like now all that's happening is talking. So this is going to be a mini arc that I am starting. Have fun with it, I know I will.
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From where he sat upon his high backed chair, Voldemort smiled, or to be more correct, the edges of his thin pale lips turned upwards. It was actually quite frightening. He had just received some very strange news. It seemed that the old goat had decided to recruit some firepower.
His source had spoken of a group of teenagers who were uncannily good looking and radiated power. His informant had said that their skin glowed and they could call forth nature itself. He had said that they were Gods in disguise, but Voldemort didn't think so.
No mere wizard was more powerful than him, and certainly no muggle stood a chance. The only threat to his power was Dumbledore, and the Malfoy brat would take care of that problem. Harry Potter was just a child playing hero. That is, until he died and realized that that's what all that heroes were good for. Dying.
But Voldemort had to get some more information on these mysterious teens. He had to coax them into revealing what they truly were. He had to devise a plan to bring forth these unknown variables. And he had to do it soon. He needed to know what kind of people they were. He needed information! And he thought he knew how to get it. Snape was a valuable spy, as was Draco, but he needed someone that has no connection to him, no way of him being traced. He needed someone who had never even been looked at suspiciously.
He needed a Gryffindor.
Ron P.O.V.
Harry, Hermione and I all walked to DADA. Percy had let us know that Leo would be the exhibit today. This would be an interesting class to say the least. Leo was, well Leo was a single person reincarnation of the twins, except, you know, the twins were alive. As we walked into the classroom we noticed a LOT of muggle fire extinguishers. I smirked and I looked over to Harry and saw him pushing down a laugh. We went over to our normal seats and sat down, before leaping up again. The seat were burning hot! I heard loud laughter coming from behind the desk and crept over to find Leo in hysterics on the ground. Then I started to laugh, and Harry joined in. Hermione was last to laugh, but she did eventually.
When all the other students filed in, they came upon the sight of a laughing golden trio and new guest. They were slightly puzzled about how the most famous group in school knew the small Hispanic guest.
The last person into the room shut the door, but unknown to everyone else, a small third year boy had caught it before it had closed all the way and was peering in. He watched the familiarity between the golden Trio and the guest. And he watched with wide eyes as the guest (whose name was Leo) burst into white-hot flames.
When someone heard his quiet gasp they whirled around, only to see a closed door. But now Voldemort knew many things. Many dangerous things.
(Harry POV)
I had just fallen to sleep when it happened. My scar began to tingle in a way I associated with Voldemort. Then I began to feel as though I was hurtling across Scotland at high speeds. It didn't feel anything like a broomstick; there was no pleasure in the flight. I felt myself enter Malfoy manor, passing though the walls like a ghost and found myself in the main room, were Voldemort was interrogating a small boy. Harry couldn't make out his face or his age. He was stuttering out some words harry listened closely.
"Potter, Weasley and Granger seem very friendly with the DADA helpers. Also, the one I saw and the rumors that have been circulating they say, that well..."
Voldemort seemed angered by his pause. He raised his wand, and the boy hurriedly continued what he had been saying.
"They can control storms, and fire, and lighting, My Lord. One of them can even outsmart the best laid plan. My Lord, they are so powerful-"
It was here that Voldemort cut him off violently with a crucactius spell. The boy writhed and screamed in pain, but his face remained in the shadows. Then Harry felt himself being flung across land, into his bed, and sat up gasping.
He had to tell Percy.
Hehe mini cliffy. So yeah, there is a spy. Not someone you know, just an OC. But now Voldy knows a little bit about the demigods. But he doesn't know that they're demigods, and he doesn't know that both he and many of his followers are blessed by the Gods. But he's is defiantly up to something. Oh and thanks to my amazing beta E J ect. I know I've put this off and you're probably annoyed, but um... thanks. REVIEW totallyawesome out (And yes, E J, you did do it right)