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Harry Potter and the Return of Lord Voldemort Part 14
Rebeus Hagrid and Olympe Maxime walked out of the village with the few giants they had managed to convince to join Dumbledore instead of Voldemort. Fridwulfa strode along beside them, never looking back.
Soon they came to the edge and Fridwulfa took Hagrid's hand and she and the other giants Apparated out of the mountains. Hagrid felt a rushing sensation, like a cross between a Portkey and the carts the Gringotts goblins owned, except that within a second, they were on the ground.
When she had dusted herself off, Madame Maxime took charge again and started walking, Hagrid and Fridwulfa at her side. Voldemort had finally met his match. They hoped.
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Voldemort walked into Azkaban with a confident smile on his face. The Dementors looked up as he walked in. Recognizing their old master, they allowed him to pass. Voldemort's smile grew even wider as he stepped past the Dementors.
"Dumbledore and Harry Potter think they can stop me? Hah! Every step they take, I will always be two steps ahead of them!" Voldemort exclaimed. He stopped in front of the first cell and turned around, facing the Dementors, who was watching his every move.
"Dementors! My former allies! You bear witness to the rebirth of Lord Voldemort!" Voldemort announced, for everyone to hear. Many of the prisoners looked out form the bars of their cells hopefully.
"Join me, and we will once again be at the height of powers! Join me and once more we shall rule!" Voldemort exclaimed stretching his arms wide. The Dementors stared at him once more making up their dull, gray minds. Finally, they swept over to Voldemort.
Pleased, Voldemort turned to the prisoners and yelled. "And what about you? My faithful supporters, who have beared the power of the Dementors, just for me during my downfall? Will you join me? Or will you stay here? Isolated from the world in these cells?" Encouraged, the prisoners, the ones who weren't insane or already dead, cheered.
Unknown to Voldemort, a Death Eater who had had enough, was listening to all this. Her name was Fox and she hated Voldemort with her very being. Fox wasn't the girl's real name. She had changed it because she was an Animagus and because she knew if anyone found out she was a Death Eater, she would be hated for life. Since she could turn into a fox, she had made that her name.
So, she thought coyly. The Dark Lord has risen again. When I get out of here, "my Lord," you'll regret the day you killed my family and brought me to the Dark Arts.
Fox had pretty, long blonde hair, full red lips, which looked as though they were permanently wearing red lipstick, even though they weren't. She was only around twenty or twenty-two, making her the youngest Death Eater of all. She had magnificent black eyes, like black gems, which always seemed to be twinkling. Fox's parents had been Aurors like the Bones, Prewettes, and Longbottoms. They had been killed in the attempt to destroy Voldemort along with the Bones and the Prewettes.
They had been killed ling before Harry Potter had been born. Fox was only five or six when they had died, very vulnerable. Her parents and her had been good friends with Lily and James.
Lily and James. Fox still cried for them when she thought about that horrible Halloween night. Lily and James had been more than family to her than her own parents. She loved them of course. But she loved Lily and James even more. Fox always cried when she taught about Lily, James and Harry. Such a perfect family, ripped apart, bfore they even began to know about each other.
Lily and James had been Aurors as well. That was how they and her parents had met. When her parents died, Lily and James actually went to court and try to get custody of her. They were denied, but Fox didn't think any less of them. In fact, she loved them even more for trying. When Voldemort took her away, Fox had secretly met with the Potters. They had been kind and understanding. They could do nothing, but comfort her. Fox's world had ended when she found out Voldemort had killed them. It helped a little that Voldemort had met his downfall then. It also helped when she found out Harry had lived.
Ever since then, the hatred had set in. The intense hatred she felt toward Voldemort. Ever since then, the had vowed to conspire against him, if he wasn't already dead and if he ever rose again. Fox had been a dangerous Death Eater, before Voldemort's downfall. She and Sirius Black had shared number one in the most wanted list. Sirius Black. God she hated him. She used to like. He used to make her laugh. She knew form Lily and James that they were thinking of using him as Secret-Keeper and that he had accepted. He had betrayed them. And now they were dead.
Voldemort walked over to the cell. He stared down at her, hands behind his back. "Fox, my child," he said. He took out his wand and muttered "Alohomora" and pulled the door open. "You are ready to become my top Death Eater again, I presume?" he asked.
Dream on, you freak, Fox thought angrily. "I am ready, Master,"