Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The only the character that belongs
to me are all unknown characters© Teffy Enchantments 2001-2003. This is my
idea of what the 7th year of Harry Potter would be like.
Author's note: Please write feedback it will give me more reason to continue. I appreciate constructive criticism. This is my first time at writing a fan fiction about Harry Potter. Also this is not written from only Harry's viewpoint.
Thank You's: Raff for the story title.
Chapter 1: Initiation in the Dark
Voldemort looked at the area where Harry Potter had disappeared with the body of the boy he had killed earlier. Rage swirled inside him like a hurricane. His long fingers were clenched in a tight fist, nails digging deep into the pale flesh. "So close, Harry Potter now that I am back, you will not be able to hide from me any longer."
"Master." hissed a cloaked figure behind him. Voldemort swirled around facing the Death Eater. "The child is here," the death eater brought forth another cloaked figure, "Just arrived, My Lord. Shall I prepare the ceremony?"
"Yes, it will take my mind off other things," said Voldemort pausing for a second, "What is the age?"
"15, my Lord. 16 in only a few months time," replied the death eater surprised.
"Good begin the ceremony," said Voldemort, eyes narrowing slightly at the tombstone where Harry had been tied to previously. The short figure lowered the hood, bright eyes shone against the darkness. Voldemort looked upon the child's face fondly, "the child is ready." Then he sat down on a large black chair made of black marble that the Death Eaters had conjured.
The death eater took the dagger with which Wormtail had used to cut his hand off and stripped the adolescent of the robes. The kid stood unmoving, staring intently at Voldemort. Then was cloaked in a flimsy white robe. The child then held out a hand and the death eater with the dagger pierced the skin and traced in blood a symbol meaning "child." The child barely flinched but the eyes widened slightly. Yet, never took eyes off of Voldemort. Then the sleeves were rolled up reveling a thin wrist. Voldemort at this stood up and was handed a branding iron. He heated the iron in the fire and whispered an incantation and the red-hot iron glowed a sickly black. After that without hesitation he branded the teenager's wrist. The child cried out, but quickly stifled and clenched its teeth as the iron burned the skin and the magic delved deep into the blood. As soon as the iron was lifted the child collapsed.
"You have just gave your life to me. You have agreed to serve me faithfully. Any treachery is punishable by death or worse means," said Voldemort to his new servant, "all services shall also be rewarded. You are now a Death Eater"
The youngster examined the branded wrist, which now had the Dark Mark. It was of a skull with the snake protruding from the mouth. The sight of it was slightly sickening. The adolescent smiled proudly and turned its gaze upwards to face Voldemort then spoke in an admiring tone, "I understand, father."
ON To Chapter 2-(
Author's note: Please write feedback it will give me more reason to continue. I appreciate constructive criticism. This is my first time at writing a fan fiction about Harry Potter. Also this is not written from only Harry's viewpoint.
Thank You's: Raff for the story title.
Chapter 1: Initiation in the Dark
Voldemort looked at the area where Harry Potter had disappeared with the body of the boy he had killed earlier. Rage swirled inside him like a hurricane. His long fingers were clenched in a tight fist, nails digging deep into the pale flesh. "So close, Harry Potter now that I am back, you will not be able to hide from me any longer."
"Master." hissed a cloaked figure behind him. Voldemort swirled around facing the Death Eater. "The child is here," the death eater brought forth another cloaked figure, "Just arrived, My Lord. Shall I prepare the ceremony?"
"Yes, it will take my mind off other things," said Voldemort pausing for a second, "What is the age?"
"15, my Lord. 16 in only a few months time," replied the death eater surprised.
"Good begin the ceremony," said Voldemort, eyes narrowing slightly at the tombstone where Harry had been tied to previously. The short figure lowered the hood, bright eyes shone against the darkness. Voldemort looked upon the child's face fondly, "the child is ready." Then he sat down on a large black chair made of black marble that the Death Eaters had conjured.
The death eater took the dagger with which Wormtail had used to cut his hand off and stripped the adolescent of the robes. The kid stood unmoving, staring intently at Voldemort. Then was cloaked in a flimsy white robe. The child then held out a hand and the death eater with the dagger pierced the skin and traced in blood a symbol meaning "child." The child barely flinched but the eyes widened slightly. Yet, never took eyes off of Voldemort. Then the sleeves were rolled up reveling a thin wrist. Voldemort at this stood up and was handed a branding iron. He heated the iron in the fire and whispered an incantation and the red-hot iron glowed a sickly black. After that without hesitation he branded the teenager's wrist. The child cried out, but quickly stifled and clenched its teeth as the iron burned the skin and the magic delved deep into the blood. As soon as the iron was lifted the child collapsed.
"You have just gave your life to me. You have agreed to serve me faithfully. Any treachery is punishable by death or worse means," said Voldemort to his new servant, "all services shall also be rewarded. You are now a Death Eater"
The youngster examined the branded wrist, which now had the Dark Mark. It was of a skull with the snake protruding from the mouth. The sight of it was slightly sickening. The adolescent smiled proudly and turned its gaze upwards to face Voldemort then spoke in an admiring tone, "I understand, father."
ON To Chapter 2-(