A/N Thanks for the ABSOLUTELY GREAT reviews and to answer a few questions...
Sirius Fan: Thanks for reminding me about a few things. You're right. I wrote Errol by mistake instead of Pig. Thanks. And I also deleted the part about the Hogsmeade slip.
Also, Cat and Ron did go up to get the first servings of ice cream. Ginny and Harry went later to get their third servings of ice cream.
TJ: Yeah, you're right. It doesn't make sense. Oh, well. Pretend it says writing or script. :-)
Jackie: I knew the Star Spangled Banner had high notes so I used it. They probably just heard it somewhere.
Taco Queen: Well, Cho thought Cedric was dead and all of a sudden the ghost of him is following her around so she was a bit scared. You'll find out more about the ghost later. Not this chapter though.
Mallenroh: Close, but she's not a necromancer. You're on the right track though!
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The air was chilled as if Jack Frost had just visited. Everything was dark except for a bit of red which shown through the night. At this moment, that bit of red was glinting evilly. Indeed that glint of evil red was part of an evil being. That evil being's name was Voldemort. Surrounding Voldemort were black cloaked figures. In other words, Death Eaters.
A cold voice filled the dark atmosphere which suite its surroundings perfectly. Dark, cold, malicious.
"Welcome faithful Death Eaters. I'm glad you all could fit it in your busy schedules to come here," said the voice sarcastically. The voice of Voldemort.
"But where is 'here'?" a bold voice spoke out.
"Here, Lestrange, is the mighty Salazar Slytherin's old hideout before the Chamber of Secrets. But unfortunately, we cannot meet in the Chamber of Secrets because it is now carefully guarded. But not for long." Voldemort laughed, a laugh filled with bitterness and a laugh that sounded a bit mad. That may have been the reason quite a few Death Eaters took a step back fearfully.
"Why are we waiting for later to conquer the Chamber, Lord?" the same bold voice spoke out again.
"You are lucky, Lestrange, that you will be useful in the future. Else I'd kill you for questioning me," Voldemort hissed.
"I'm sorry my Lord," Lestrange said, bowing his head.
"We are meeting tonight to see if any of you are above worthless," Voldemort continued. "McNair. Come forward."
McNair, trembling, walked slowly up to Voldemort and knelt before him.
"You are an animagi," Voldemort said.
"Y - Yes sir," McNair stuttered.
"Then you will transform," Voldemort said, not as a question, but as an order.
McNair nodded and quickly transformed into a pitch black wolf. He howled and then turned back into the timid fool he was.
"Very good," Voldemort said, apparently satisfied. "Now move away. Mrs. Lestrange. Come forward."
A tall figure walked and bowed before Voldemort.
"You are a divinator, correct?" Voldemort inquired.
"Yes, my Lord, correct," she answered.
"Are you able to go into trances on your own accord?" Voldemort asked.
"No, I'm sorry, my Lord, but I am not capable of such a deed," she answered, voice shaking a bit now.
"I figured," Voldemort answered coldly, "so I made arrangements around it. Snape, come."
A tall, lanky figure walked in front of Voldemort and handed him a thin beaker.
"Wonderful," Voldemort hissed, "I hope you will continue to be loyal Snape?"
"Of course, my Lord," Snape responded, looking right into Voldemort's blood red eyes.
"Move away. Now," said Voldemort, eyeing the beaker as if it were a great treasure. "This is a trance enhancer. Assuming it's made correctly, it should put Lestrange here into an immediate trance."
Mrs. Lestrange walked hesitantly closer to Voldemort.
"Drink," he ordered.
She cautiously took the beaker, stared at in for a second, and downed it in one gulp. She suddenly collapsed on the ground, twitching.
A low, deep voice came from the slumped figure, definitely not the normal one of Lestrange.
"The fight of white and black will occur, many will loose their lives. The wolf will die at the hands of the sixth red. The trio is more powerful then one would think. The relative is nothing more than a coward. The divinator can predict the outcome of the great war. The invoker of the spirits is faithful to the white side. She will prove more powerful than once thought. The defeater of Grindelwald will not be responsible for a downfall. The writer will help save the life of the Alive."
Voldemort shook his head slowly and seemed in deep thought. He finally raised his wand to Lestrange, who's breathing had been getting quicker and quicker the last few minutes, and whispered "Enervate." Mrs. Lestrange stood slowly and made her way back to her place in the circle.
"Interesting," Voldemort muttered. He gave his wand a quick flick, and a parchment appeared in front of him. He muttered and spidery words crawled across the sheet. He pocketed the paper.
"But Lord! I am the wolf, aren't I?" McNair asked. "I am to die?"
"If you keep this up, yes," Voldemort snarled. "Crucio."
Bloodcurdling screams took over the air and the boy in the fifth year dorms woke up with a start.
So much for a dreamless sleep, he thought. He pondered the dream, the events slowly coming back to him.
A divinator? he thought. McNair is an animagi? Snape is still a Death Eater?
Despite these discoveries, Harry Potter fell asleep again for it was 3:00 A.M. He assumed he'd remember his vivid nightmare. He didn't.
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