Harry Potter and the Struggle Within
Prologue: The plan unknown.
It was dark and cold night. The icy wind scraped at the faces of two men as they walked nervously down the snaky pathway towards a dimly lit house. It was not an ordinary night. The tension between the two men meant only one thing, The Dark Lord knew of their mistake. He knew they had not acquired what was asked of them. They could feel his rage as they inched closer to, what they could see now was, a small cottage.
"Y-You know what He will do," said a short stubby looking man. "H-He will never let us leave alive."
"Keep your mouth shut!" cried a meaner and taller looking man. "You know the plan. It was meant to be this way!"
Down the path they went, until they met a black gate with a silver serpent encrusted on the metal. The taller man hesitated for a fracture of a second before pushing it open. Now their faces met with the light glimmering from inside the window of the cottage. The shorter man looked horrible aged. His face looked as if the skin dragged completely off his bones. He had deep shadows around his eyes, which seemed as if they were on the verge of tearing. The Taller man's face had an opposite appeal. It was as if it was carved from steel. He had a tough face. It was his face that had been through many battles and through all of them only a single scar that ran down his left eye was proof. He was wearing a dark brown cloak and in his sweaty hands he held tightly, a small diamond looking object.
"Listen here Darce," said the taller man in an almost whisper. "When we enter The Dark Lord's presence, you will not speak of the events that accord tonight. Our lives depend on it. Do you understand?"
"Y-Y-Yes."
"The Dark Lord will know we have failed tonight, and He will show no mercy, but you mustn't speak of what happened. Am I clear?"
"Y-Y-Yes," replied Darce " b-b-but The Dark Lord will search my mind Blaine, a-and once he does he will know everything."
"Don't be a coward Darce! I have taught you to close your mind! This is your last task. Do not fail me. Our plans, the boy, everything will be ruined if we do not play this out perfectly!" whispered Blaine "The order has put to much effort into this plan to see it burst into flames before it had time to unravel itself! Now listen to me. The Dark Lord does not know of our true allegiance and he does not know what we truly did tonight and why. Understand Darce, if either one of us sees our end tonight it will be for the greater good!"
Now both men stood ten feet away from the brown oak door. Neither wanting to enter the cottage. It was their last task and they knew the end was drawing near. If either one of them left alive it would be an utter miracle. But their deaths, they knew, would be for the defeat of The Dark Lord.
"Blaine I'm ready." said Darce with a bold tone.
"Good Darce. You were the greatest friend I have had the pleasure to meet." said Blaine in a more loving manner "And if this is indeed our last together then so be it. Together we have brought humanity closer to the end of The Dark Lord and together we will survive in the hearts of those who still fight. The boy will live unharmed and will one day carry out what we have set forth for him."
Together side by side they walked up the last of the path and Blaine who looked not terrified but proud knocked on the door. At once the door flew open and three rough looking men dragged both Darce and Blaine inside.
"Do you have it!" said one of the men.
"They must have it or they are finished." laughed the other
"Yeah finished!" smirked the third man
"Silence," said a cold and shrill voice. He came fast from the far dark corner of the room "These men have failed me. They will know no mercy, but first why did you not bring me what I desire?"
At once Blaine step forward to answer.
"My Lord we met forces that outnumbered Darce and I. It was not as easy as you-"
"Are you saying it is my fault?" cut off Voldemort.
"No- no my Lord! I was only saying that we encountered numbers that we were not prepared for!" cried Blaine who now had fear in his voice. "I-I brought what I could my Lord." And he held out his hand for Voldemort to see.
"Ah, and what is this?" asked Voldemort
"It is a piece-"
"It is failure!" boomed Voldemort and at once everyone jumped back out the sound of Voldemort's voice. "You know very well a piece cannot hold the prophecy."
"Y-Yes my Lord I am aware but-"
"But then you should know not to bring me this filth" He said as Blaine let the diamond object fall which landed with a small thump on the floor. "You must know that-"
"But my Lord-" said Darce
"Do you dare interrupt me?" asked Voldemort fire burned in his dark eyes. "You dare… Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light sprung out of Voldemort's wand
"NOOOOOO!" cried Blaine and at once Darce's body lie lifeless on the floor.
"Now where was I, ah yes, Avada Kedavra!" another bright green jet flew out the wand and hit Blaine squarely on his chest.
The three rough men shook in terror as they watched Voldemort. His anger was illuminating from his body. There was a slight aura of red glowing around the whites of Voldemort's eyes. He knew he should have done this task himself. How could he make such a mistake? And then three more blasts of green jetted out of his wand and five bodies lay lifeless before him. He slowly walked out of the small cottage and in rage screamed a terrible scream heard for miles.