Prologue
The room was dark. Little spheres of light were the only illumination provided in the room. A cloth covered a mound lying on a table. Next to it, a huge cauldron was set up. A short, balding man with grayish hair, small watery eyes and a pointy nose, held a book open for another man. The second man was thin and deathly pale with blood red eyes and a flat nose.
"Wormtail, stand closer!" he ordered.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort," Wormtail answered stepping forward.
"If all goes as planned, we will succeed in destroying both Potter and Dumbledore," Lord Voldemort said amused. He started to pour the contents of several jars into the cauldron. A hiss emanated from the murky green mixture as Voldemort added the powdered phoenix feathers to the concoction.
"Master, how will we be sure of its loyalty?" Wormtail asked nervously. With a strike, quick as lightning, Voldemort grabbed Wormtail's arm and slashed his wrist. He let some blood flow into the cauldron before letting him go. Wormtail cowered in the corner holding his wrist.
"With the blood of one loyal to me, I control my creation," Voldemort intoned. A baby suddenly started crying muffled by blankets. Voldemort tossed the child and the blankets into the cauldron. A flash of light enveloped the room as the child died.
"With the sacrifice of this child's life, I grant life to my creation," Voldemort finished. Voldemort gestured Wormtail to come over and they slowly ladled the potion over the mound on the table.
"Are we done?" Wormtail asked.
"Yes. Now we wait."
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Disclaimer: As much as it breaks my heart to say this, I do not own Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort, Wormtail, Dumbledore or any of the original Harry Potter Characters. Whatever characters I own will be mentioned later.
The room was dark. Little spheres of light were the only illumination provided in the room. A cloth covered a mound lying on a table. Next to it, a huge cauldron was set up. A short, balding man with grayish hair, small watery eyes and a pointy nose, held a book open for another man. The second man was thin and deathly pale with blood red eyes and a flat nose.
"Wormtail, stand closer!" he ordered.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort," Wormtail answered stepping forward.
"If all goes as planned, we will succeed in destroying both Potter and Dumbledore," Lord Voldemort said amused. He started to pour the contents of several jars into the cauldron. A hiss emanated from the murky green mixture as Voldemort added the powdered phoenix feathers to the concoction.
"Master, how will we be sure of its loyalty?" Wormtail asked nervously. With a strike, quick as lightning, Voldemort grabbed Wormtail's arm and slashed his wrist. He let some blood flow into the cauldron before letting him go. Wormtail cowered in the corner holding his wrist.
"With the blood of one loyal to me, I control my creation," Voldemort intoned. A baby suddenly started crying muffled by blankets. Voldemort tossed the child and the blankets into the cauldron. A flash of light enveloped the room as the child died.
"With the sacrifice of this child's life, I grant life to my creation," Voldemort finished. Voldemort gestured Wormtail to come over and they slowly ladled the potion over the mound on the table.
"Are we done?" Wormtail asked.
"Yes. Now we wait."
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Disclaimer: As much as it breaks my heart to say this, I do not own Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort, Wormtail, Dumbledore or any of the original Harry Potter Characters. Whatever characters I own will be mentioned later.