C H A P T E R T W O
THE NIGHTMARE
"That fool!" hissed an angry voice, "That ignorant Skilch!" A man sat atop an old throne
surrounded by hundreds of others all worshiping
him. But one man knelt by his side. This man was short, stocky, balding, and had a metal arm. The man in the throne was Lord Voldemort. Well, you couldn't actually call him a man, he had eyes that pointed in a snake like direction, two tiny slits for nostrils, and sharp fangs. The person by his side was Wormtail.
"M-m-master, surely he had been tricked," squeaked Wormtail.
"He was not! He was a clumsy fool. I knew he was trouble since the first day he was a Death eater. That idiot always disrupting things! He could bring my downfall!"
"M-m-master, please don't think so p-p-o-poorly."
"Wormtail, you've got a point. Maybe Malfoy set up, so he would get captured. But which Death Eater would do so?"
"If I were y-you, I would check Z-Z-Zabini."
"Why are you jumping to conclusion Wormtail? We must figure out this thoroughly." Voldemort eyed the crowd suspiciously, "We have too many spies, to many traitors among us. Frankly, I can't trust any of them. The only faithful one was Barty Crouch, but he received the Dementor's Kiss."
A state of nervousness rippled over the crowd of Death Eaters like a wave. Voldemort's snake-like eyes flashed red. He pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Sonorus." His voice magically magnified over the crowd.
"Are you all afriad," he boomed, "of being caught. Some of you haven't returned. Where is Bagman? Jiles? Zolphic? Karkaroff? Lubric? Snape?"
"I am here," said the silky voice of Serverus Snape.
"Ahhh…Snape, so happy you've come back. Having fun at Hogwarts?. Come here, by my side."
But Snape did not have to walk, he was lifted into the air as if on wires and was dropped before the Dark Lord.
"At your service, my Lord," Sanpe said unconvincingly. Snape didn't meet Voldemort's eyes.
"What's the matter Snape, sad you didn't look for me these past fifteen years?"
"I ashamed of my actions."
"Ashamed is an understatement! Crucio!" Snape fell onto his back, twitching madly and screaming. Voldemort flicked his wand and the pain stopped.
"That should be enough apology. You may go." Snape swept back to his spot getting angry looks from his fellow Death Eaters for being let off so easily.
"Now then," said Voldemort remagnifying his voice, "Who knows what happened to Bagman?"
A woman stood up, "He works for the Ministry of Magic, he is the Head of the Magical Games and Sports department."
Voldemort frowned.
"Thank you Mesmeok. Now about Mal-"
Just then the crowd of Death Eaters parted and two of them came striding forward dragging someone by its hands. The Death Eaters threw him infront of the Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort gazed at the man. This man was wearing tattered robes and had a nasty cut across his face. He was unconscious.
Voldemort aimed his wand at the man.
"Ennervate," he whispered. The man stirred and opened his eyes.
"Karkaroff, how nice to see you after so long," Karkaroff screamed and tried to back away but was blocked. "You scum. You low-life! You betrayed us, you betrayed me! You ran away like a Mudblood! Why did you not return? Surely you noticed the Dark Mark burning into your forearm! Why did you, like too many others, ignore it? Are you afraid? Are you a coward? Karkaroff, you Skilch, why did you set up Malfoy!?"
"I-I-I didn't," Karkaroff gasped. Karkaroff's head was immediately jerked back. His mouth was pried open by a Death Eater, and another poored to drops two drops of potion down his throat.
"Now you should be willing to tell the truth! Why set up Malfoy!" Voldemort said clutching Karkaroff's face with one scaly hand, "Answer me!"
"I didn't," Karkaroff repeated, only this time his voice was a hollow dead sort of drone.
"Well then, do you know who did?"
"No," Karkaroff said in the same voice. A long silence followed this, then Voldemort interrupted it.
"Burn him," Voldemort sadi to his gaurds without a second glance. Cheers erupted from the Death Eaters around Voldemort. This was their means of entertainment. A death Eater poked the ground with his wand and enormous black flames erupted from the spot. Karkaroof kicked and struggled as six Death Eaters lifted him over their heads. He was hurled into the flames. Karkaroff's screams filled the air as he was burned to ashes.
"Oh, by the way, Wormtail, I figured out who set up Malfoy," Voldemort said queitly.
"Oh, r-really?"
"Yessss."
"Well who?"
"Avada Kedavra."
THE NIGHTMARE
"That fool!" hissed an angry voice, "That ignorant Skilch!" A man sat atop an old throne
surrounded by hundreds of others all worshiping
him. But one man knelt by his side. This man was short, stocky, balding, and had a metal arm. The man in the throne was Lord Voldemort. Well, you couldn't actually call him a man, he had eyes that pointed in a snake like direction, two tiny slits for nostrils, and sharp fangs. The person by his side was Wormtail.
"M-m-master, surely he had been tricked," squeaked Wormtail.
"He was not! He was a clumsy fool. I knew he was trouble since the first day he was a Death eater. That idiot always disrupting things! He could bring my downfall!"
"M-m-master, please don't think so p-p-o-poorly."
"Wormtail, you've got a point. Maybe Malfoy set up, so he would get captured. But which Death Eater would do so?"
"If I were y-you, I would check Z-Z-Zabini."
"Why are you jumping to conclusion Wormtail? We must figure out this thoroughly." Voldemort eyed the crowd suspiciously, "We have too many spies, to many traitors among us. Frankly, I can't trust any of them. The only faithful one was Barty Crouch, but he received the Dementor's Kiss."
A state of nervousness rippled over the crowd of Death Eaters like a wave. Voldemort's snake-like eyes flashed red. He pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Sonorus." His voice magically magnified over the crowd.
"Are you all afriad," he boomed, "of being caught. Some of you haven't returned. Where is Bagman? Jiles? Zolphic? Karkaroff? Lubric? Snape?"
"I am here," said the silky voice of Serverus Snape.
"Ahhh…Snape, so happy you've come back. Having fun at Hogwarts?. Come here, by my side."
But Snape did not have to walk, he was lifted into the air as if on wires and was dropped before the Dark Lord.
"At your service, my Lord," Sanpe said unconvincingly. Snape didn't meet Voldemort's eyes.
"What's the matter Snape, sad you didn't look for me these past fifteen years?"
"I ashamed of my actions."
"Ashamed is an understatement! Crucio!" Snape fell onto his back, twitching madly and screaming. Voldemort flicked his wand and the pain stopped.
"That should be enough apology. You may go." Snape swept back to his spot getting angry looks from his fellow Death Eaters for being let off so easily.
"Now then," said Voldemort remagnifying his voice, "Who knows what happened to Bagman?"
A woman stood up, "He works for the Ministry of Magic, he is the Head of the Magical Games and Sports department."
Voldemort frowned.
"Thank you Mesmeok. Now about Mal-"
Just then the crowd of Death Eaters parted and two of them came striding forward dragging someone by its hands. The Death Eaters threw him infront of the Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort gazed at the man. This man was wearing tattered robes and had a nasty cut across his face. He was unconscious.
Voldemort aimed his wand at the man.
"Ennervate," he whispered. The man stirred and opened his eyes.
"Karkaroff, how nice to see you after so long," Karkaroff screamed and tried to back away but was blocked. "You scum. You low-life! You betrayed us, you betrayed me! You ran away like a Mudblood! Why did you not return? Surely you noticed the Dark Mark burning into your forearm! Why did you, like too many others, ignore it? Are you afraid? Are you a coward? Karkaroff, you Skilch, why did you set up Malfoy!?"
"I-I-I didn't," Karkaroff gasped. Karkaroff's head was immediately jerked back. His mouth was pried open by a Death Eater, and another poored to drops two drops of potion down his throat.
"Now you should be willing to tell the truth! Why set up Malfoy!" Voldemort said clutching Karkaroff's face with one scaly hand, "Answer me!"
"I didn't," Karkaroff repeated, only this time his voice was a hollow dead sort of drone.
"Well then, do you know who did?"
"No," Karkaroff said in the same voice. A long silence followed this, then Voldemort interrupted it.
"Burn him," Voldemort sadi to his gaurds without a second glance. Cheers erupted from the Death Eaters around Voldemort. This was their means of entertainment. A death Eater poked the ground with his wand and enormous black flames erupted from the spot. Karkaroof kicked and struggled as six Death Eaters lifted him over their heads. He was hurled into the flames. Karkaroff's screams filled the air as he was burned to ashes.
"Oh, by the way, Wormtail, I figured out who set up Malfoy," Voldemort said queitly.
"Oh, r-really?"
"Yessss."
"Well who?"
"Avada Kedavra."