Chapter 2 of Confessions of a Death-Eater
The Meeting
A/N: How come you people aren't reviewing? Yeah, I know the first chapter is boring, but it gets more exciting! Really! Anyways, if one person or more reviews this chapter I will write more. If you people don't review, I'm just going to stop the story! Thank you, and enjoy.
Dan stumbled upon a rock as he found his way to Voldemort's current hideout. The wind hit his cheek. It felt like cold steel against his skin. The rain splattered alongside his face. It was freezing out, and Dan shivered. Finally, he had reached Voldemort's lair, and he went inside and shut the door.
"Ah, Caldwell," said an icy voice. Dan turned to his right and saw a large armchair. It, obviously, held Voldemort. "My faithful Death-Eater. Was the journey well? Did you get any information from the Bones?"
"Um, well, that's where I had trouble, Your Darkness," said Dan, rubbing his shoulder.
"What do you mean?" asked Voldemort angrily.
"Well, they wouldn't tell me any information, sir," Dan whispered, "So I…uh…had to kill them, my Lord."
"Ah, well," sighed Voldemort, rising from his seat. "At least you killed them. Better to dispose than to let them live. Did…did you torture them for information?" he asked, facing Dan.
"Yes, My Lord," said Dan, startling himself by sounding so firm when he was so unsure and nervous. "They wouldn't tell. Not a single thing. Apparently, they can fight the Crutacius Curse." (A/N: Is Crutacious spelled right?)
"This is not good news, Caldwell," hissed Voldemort "You know this, correct?"
"Yes, Your Darkness," said Caldwell, bowing low. He stood up tall again, running his hand through his auburn hair. "I have no doubt whatsoever that we will get information."
"Good," said Voldemort. "We shall have to pack immediately. But wait…" He paused. "May I use your Mark to call the others?"
"Yeah…sure!" said Dan, feeling proud. Only the best Death-Eaters were allowed this high honor. "But My Lord, before you do this, may I ask you a question?"
"Certainly," said the Dark Lord.
"Your Darkness," said Dan, starting to pace around the armchair. "I went to my third cousin, Lily Potter's house today, and…"
"Excellent!" interrupted Voldemort. "Did you kill them?"
"See, that's what I wanted to ask you," said Dan, and stopped pacing. "You see, I had no idea we were to kill the Potters. The Potters are like…practically my family, as I have no more."
"Then perhaps you shall get a girlfriend, Dan," shouted Voldemort, stepping evilly toward Dan. "For as long you are one of my Death-Eaters, you will not be associated with anyone from the other side! Do you understand me? Do you?"
"Yes, My Lord," murmured Dan, and backed away fearfully.
"Very well," said Voldemort. "Now, let me…"
Dan extended his arm. While Voldemort touched the Mark, all Dan could think about was how his life was ruined. How could he betray his only family like that? Wait! If he wanted to kill the Potter's, then that meant…
"My Lord!" shouted Dan suddenly. "Do you…do you wish to kill the young Harry Potter as well?"
"Why, yes," said Voldemort, looking amused. "In fact, he is the reason I am killing the entire family."
Dan stared at him in shock. He couldn't kill an innocent baby! A child! Adults and teenagers were one thing, but a child?
"I have to go!" he gasped, and ran to the door and grabbed his raincoat. He raced outside and darted as fast as he could to Godric's Hollow.
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