Harry Potter and the Dark Lord's Servant

By EJ Malfoy

Disclaimer: I own Aviar School of Sorcery, Damien, and all other characters and/or settings that are not already known by/owned by someone else. All regular Harry Potter characters and/or settings are owned by J. K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, Warner Bros. Pictures, and all others.

Prolouge

14 years before…

McGonagall entered Dumbledore's office quickly, her robes swishing with her movement, with a worried look about her face. Dumbledore wiped his brow, acknowledging McGongall's entrance. McGonagall sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

"Albus, I don't think the students can wait any longer in the Great Hall," McGonagall said. "They've been in there for hours since the accident at dinner."

"I know, Minerva, but I'm a bit baffled about what happened myself," Dumbledore said, grazing his silvery long beard.

"There's nothing to be baffled about," Minerva said, "Believe me, Sybil has never made a correct prediction in her life. I don't even think it was right to hire her."

"We hired her because Professor Torrent retired after 145 years of good service as our Divination teacher. And this is not a prediction, it is definitely a prophecy." Minerva gasped, clasping a hand to her mouth.

"Do you really think so?"

"I would never doubt myself on such a thing."

"What were the words to it again?" Albus picked up the parchment on his desk, fixed his half-moon spectacles on his nose, and read:

The time has come through and through,

For the serpent's servant to renew,

Giving sacrifice to his master,

Or ending his own life in disaster.

Marked by the serpent, he knows no fear,

He knows no love and no tear,

Fifteen years we shall wait,

For the serpent's servant to elevate.

Minerva sat there for a moment, puzzled. "What does it all mean, Albus?" she asked. Just then, an large tawny owl flew through the window. It landed lightly on Dumbledore's desk, carrying a note in one of its claws. Dumbledore quickly opened the note and read it.

"I'm not certain but we have larger problems at the moment," Albus said getting up from his seat. Minerva got up also, looking bewildered.

"What larger problems?" Minerva asked.

"Something's happened to the Potters!"