CHAPTER ONE
In a village, somewhere in the far north of England, a group
of masked men and women circled around their leader. He was an extremely tall,
cloaked man who seemed to have power over all surrounding him.
It was
the dead of night and the muggles were all fast asleep in their houses that
lined the street where this strange gathering of people stood around their
master. The muggles were totally unaware that the masked people were crawling
forward in pairs to kiss the hem of their master's robes.
Eventually,
after all of the strangers to this village had straightened up again, the
cloaked figure pulled back his hood. It was Lord Voldemort.
There
was silence.
All of
these people, who were commonly known as Death Eaters, stopped muttering and
waited for their master to speak.
"Welcome,
my servants. I am grateful for all of your muggle torturing and games but I am
ready to start on the first real mission of my come back."
All of
the Death Eaters had puzzled expressions behind their masked and one of them,
who could bare the suspense no longer exclaimed, "Tell us oh Master!"
"I
shall if you are patient!" Snapped the Dark Lord. "Now, where was I? Oh yes…. I
remember now. I do not want any of your fun and games to stop because I find it
an exciting sport to watch all of these muggle slayings. My first real task is
to take over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
A loud
cheer echoed around the dark alley because the Death Eaters knew this was what
Lord Voldemort had wanted for many years. Hogwarts closed. Albus Dumbledore
tortured, and Harry Potter killed.
"Now,"
came the harsh voice of the Dark Lord, "which of you rudely interrupted me
before. Remember, I can tell if you are telling the truth or not."
A man
stepped forward and raised his trembling hand, " It was I Master."
"You
shall pay for that. Do not forget. Never interrupt the Dark Lord. Crucio!"
The man
fell onto his back, screams piercing through the night backed up by the
laughter of the man's fellow Death Eaters.
Far
away in Privet Drive, a boy, named Harry Potter awoke from a vivid dream with
pain searing through his scar.