Wow, I'm actually writing quickly. Especially considering my two day migraine. Oh well, please excuse any grammatical errors. Tried to catch them all, but for this chapter and chapter 2, I was a bit more distracted from my grammar and spelling checks then usual. I will fix them later. As well as make chapter 1 a little prettier. Glad you like my story, hope you continue to enjoy!
Snape stood examining the carcasses of the five men who had posed as Deatheaters, though he was careful never to lose sight of the Dark Lord.
Voldemort walked in a circle around the bodies glaring at his servants with angry red eyes. He was waiting for an answer to his question, "Who were these men?"
The men did not look familiar to Snape and, as someone had yet to speak up, it seemed they held no idea who they were either. Voldemort was gowing angrier by the moment and there was no one who could calm him. Even if there was, no one could approach him as angry as he was now.
The fools had actually thought to ingratiate themselves to Voldemort by capturing Harry Potter. Even if this was a good plan, they had messed up royally when they had first hidden Harry to bargain with and then barged in on the Dark Lord. Still, they might have survived if they had only told Voldemort what he'd wanted to know instead of panicking and attacking him.
Snape had now changed his mind, it was these dead fools who were going to get him killed.
"Crucio," Voldemort surprised them all by cursing Malfoy suddenly. Malfoy screamed and fell writhing to the ground. Voldemort did not let up for a full minute.
"An easier question then," Voldemort continued as though there were not a gasping, weeping man on the ground. "How did they defeat the defenses around Harry Potter? Where did they learn of my whereabouts?"
Again no answer. This time, however, the feeling was permeated by fear brought on by Malfoy's whimpers that could still be heard.
"Don't know," Voldemort almost asked lazily. He raised his wand again and just as lazily cursed McNair as well.
"Find out," Voldemort told them tightly. "And bring me Harry Potter."
The Deatheaters nodded and disapparated one after another until only Snape and Wormtail remained with the Dark Lord.
"Yes, Professor Snape," Voldemort said, clearly still angry.
"May I have a closer look, My Lord," Snape asked as meekly as he could.
"Why," asked Wormtail, clearly surprised that anyone would remain near the Dark Lord any longer than necessary.
"Fool," exploded Voldemort at him. Both Wormtail and Snape cringed, unsure of who he was angry with. "He wishes to view the bodies to better serve my wishes."
"You may approach, Snape," Voldemort told him, turning away from Wormtail.
Snape nodded and slowly approached the bodies. He slowly began to search their pockets for a clue of any kind. He didn't find one until he reached the fourth one. Inside his pocket was a set of directions.
The directions were mainly washed out, but if Snape looked hard enough he thought he could make out what looked like the name of some cliffs. This coupled with the smell and feel of salt water brought Snape to believe that he could find Harry. Or at least a clue to where he was.
"You've found something," Voldemort impatient voice cut into Snape's thoughts.
"Yes, My Lord," he replied standing and turning to face Voldemort. "I believe I have."
Snape meekly bowed his head, "With your permission, I will try to follow up on it."
"I want results, Snape. Quickly," the dark lord replied as a dismissal.
Snape disapparated as soon as Voldemort had turned his back on him
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Harry awoke to find himself tied up in a very dark, very damp cavern. By what sounded like crashing water, he decided he was also somewhere by the sea. There was a small sliver of light peeking through darkness that told Harry that it was day, but other than that he was entirely lost to where he was and what had happened.
He couldn't see much due to the darkness, but it didn't take him long to determine two more things about his predicament. First of all it seemed he was alone, but he couldn't be entirely sure of this since, two, he had somehow lost his glasses.
"Hello," Harry called out to the blurry darkness.
There was no answer but for the crashing of the waves.
Harry sighed and tried struggling with the ropes a bit, but they were too tight and too well tied to come undone so easily. So he finally relaxed and waited to see what would happen next. Perhaps someone would come along that could help him...
Next Chapter: The Search
