Chapter 19

The cloaked man dragged Harry over to Albus.

"Enervate." He said pointing his wand at Harry. As he began to stir, the man shoved him against the wall beside Albus, and froze him.

He darted back to where he dropped the black bag. He dug deep inside and pulled out a clear vial filled with dirt brown dust, a gold ring adorned by a black diamond shaped rock with a white symbol that matched Albus's mark engraved into it, an ordinary looking black book with a large acidic looking burn in the center and a white wand.

The man dropped and poured the ingredients into the caldron, it began to hiss, wail and bubble, it turned a fiery red, then black with emerald flickers. Suddenly, the liquid was sucked into the depths of the cauldron. It emerged as a black ball. Voldemort's face emerged from the top of it, pale and skeletal. The ball vanished and Voldemort stood before them, dressed in a black suit. Suddenly, he morphed. He shrunk slightly and his body became muscular. But his face changed the most. It became that of a young adult, handsome, proud and haughty, with black hair. Voldemort looked just like a normal seventeen year old. Except for one thing. The glittering red eyes.

"Well, done." Voldemort said, as he climbed out of the caldron. The cloaked man groveled at his feet. Voldemort snapped his fingers and his wand shot into in his hand, emerging from his ring finger, which was adorned by the black diamond shaped ring.

"I think it's time the cat gave you back your tongues." Voldemort sneered, and flicked his wand. Immediately Albus felt his jaw loosen.

"Well, I must say," Harry said conversationally, "This has done wonders for your appearance."

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand at Harry.

"Big no, no." Harry said as the curse hit him. "Day one of Head of Auror office training, how to resist Cruciatus Curse."

Albus stared. He had never seen his father behave like this.

"I can still target your son." Voldemort laughed. He pointed his wand at Albus and a jet of red light shot from it. Albus closed his eyes and waited for the pain to hit, though a part of him was hoping, praying that the curse would never reach its mark.

"Wicked." Harry breathed. Confused, Albus opened his eyes, looked down at gasped. Inches from his chest, frozen by an invisible force was the jet of red light. "You stopped the second most evil curse in the world."

A Muggle saying Albus heard once popped into his head; "Like a Boss." He wasn't really sure what it meant, but it seemed fitting.

"No matter," Voldemort said turning around and venting his feelings by kicking his follower in the stomach.

Voldemort walked over to the body of the fat faced man.

"This, young Potter, is the Second Item, Peter Pettigrew, otherwise known as Wormtail, as he is an illegal rat Animagus." Voldemort explained. "A traitor of the Order of the Phoenix, the man responsible for the death of your father's parents. Known as the second item, for he is my second follower, the next to join my army. Searched for by the Order, as they believed I would use him, and they wanted to get him before I did. But how, you ask, can I possibly use him? For he is dead, and has been for 19 years. The answer is simple. I will not tell you. But I can show you."

Voldemort knelt and tapped Wormtail's Silver hand then drew a shimmering black line from his hand to his heart and traced an evil looking symbol on Wormtail's head. Wormtail body began to shake and it rose high in the air, gradually turning silver.

Wormtail's body shot towards the ground. Though his face remained the same, despite it being pure silver, his body was now thin, and slime covered his now silver limbs. He faced Voldemort and bowed, The Dark Mark winked at them, its black contrasting with the silver on the wrist of his curved arm.

"Argentum Inferuis." Voldemort said, his eyes manic. "Silver Inferuis. The first of many."

"Master, I shall serve you with my life." Wormtail stated.

"Good. This'll be the first time in your miserable existence that you'll be faithful."

"Yes, Master."

"Now for a reunion." Voldemort said with a smirk, his eyes glittering. He turned to the hooded man, who had remained on the floor after being kicked in the stomach. Voldemort kicked him again, snapping;

"Get up you sniveling, weaseling, pathetic, low life."

"Hark who's talking." Harry muttered. Albus grinned.

The cloaked man jumped to his feet. He was about three inches taller than Voldemort, but he seemed to shrink to 6 inches shorter, when he faced his master.

"Turn to face our, ah, guests." Voldemort ordered.

With military precision, he turned and faced Harry and Albus.

"Lower your hood."

Slowly, the man raised his hands to the hood of his cloak. He lowered it, and Harry and Albus gasped in recognition.

Draco Malfoy stood before them.

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