A cloud crossed over the starlit town of LochMarne, blocking out the moon and making the houses seem darker than usual or what was classed as usual in such a desolate town.
Upon a hill stood the old castle of LochMarne. The castle used too belong to Lord Marne many hundreds of years ago. At that time it was a castle in all its splendour with elegant walls and ceilings. Stained glass windows covered every rooms with paintings of the knights templars becoming great in battle.
Lord Marne had been a lonely irritable old man who many had hated, and the few followers who he had, he would take in, suck dry then spit out into the cold. He had never had a wife or children to succeed him, so one cold winter he had died a bitter cruel man with no soul left. The castle had been infected with his hateful presence and only evils would dwell there.
Since then the castle had become derelict and run down, but tonight a single candle fluttered in the window of the great ballroom.
Nobody noticed the light or the scurrying of a thin grey rat with one toe missing, creeping under the castle door and scampering into the great hall.
"Wormtail", came a raspy voice "hurry Wormtail I have her and I need you NOW!".
The thin nervous grey rat had suddenly disappeared and in its place stood a little thin man balding on the top of his head, he had the very resemblance of a rat.
The man walked slowly towards the deep velvet red high backed chair sitting in the middle of the room.
As Wormtail grew closer a stench of stagnation wafted around his nostrils he ignored it and continued, his ragged robes dragging across the floor.
"Master", he began
"Silence Wormtail, make her speak I have waited in anticipation for many years for this moment", the second voice interrupted.
"IMPERIO", shouted Wormtail
The woman who lay at the feet of the red velvet chair stirred, her square spectacles had become lopsided, her robes were dusty and ripped, her grey hair had come loose from its bun and a trickle of blood dribbled down the right side of her fore head. She stood as if in a trance and stared forwards as still as a mannequin in a shop window.
"Tell Lord Voldemort what you know about Juliet Potter", Voldemort rasped.
"Potter is coming too Hogwarts this year, she is a first year, she is going to be very powerful and one of the greatest witches of our time" the woman spoke as if she was hypnotised, but that didn't stop her broad Scottish accent coming through.
"Anything else", Voldemort said
"No" she replied
"DO NOT LIE TOO LORD VOLDEMORT", he snarled
"I no nothing else" she continued as if she had not heard him
"AHH AVADA KEDAVRA", Voldemort shouted
"Wormtail idiot you got a useless one you shall pay"
"No master please" Wormtail shrieked.
"Crucio" Voldemort cried Voldemort
Wormtail fell to the floor whimpering while the woman lay dead on the floor a look of hypnotism on her face.
Minerva Mcgonagall knew no more.
Upon a hill stood the old castle of LochMarne. The castle used too belong to Lord Marne many hundreds of years ago. At that time it was a castle in all its splendour with elegant walls and ceilings. Stained glass windows covered every rooms with paintings of the knights templars becoming great in battle.
Lord Marne had been a lonely irritable old man who many had hated, and the few followers who he had, he would take in, suck dry then spit out into the cold. He had never had a wife or children to succeed him, so one cold winter he had died a bitter cruel man with no soul left. The castle had been infected with his hateful presence and only evils would dwell there.
Since then the castle had become derelict and run down, but tonight a single candle fluttered in the window of the great ballroom.
Nobody noticed the light or the scurrying of a thin grey rat with one toe missing, creeping under the castle door and scampering into the great hall.
"Wormtail", came a raspy voice "hurry Wormtail I have her and I need you NOW!".
The thin nervous grey rat had suddenly disappeared and in its place stood a little thin man balding on the top of his head, he had the very resemblance of a rat.
The man walked slowly towards the deep velvet red high backed chair sitting in the middle of the room.
As Wormtail grew closer a stench of stagnation wafted around his nostrils he ignored it and continued, his ragged robes dragging across the floor.
"Master", he began
"Silence Wormtail, make her speak I have waited in anticipation for many years for this moment", the second voice interrupted.
"IMPERIO", shouted Wormtail
The woman who lay at the feet of the red velvet chair stirred, her square spectacles had become lopsided, her robes were dusty and ripped, her grey hair had come loose from its bun and a trickle of blood dribbled down the right side of her fore head. She stood as if in a trance and stared forwards as still as a mannequin in a shop window.
"Tell Lord Voldemort what you know about Juliet Potter", Voldemort rasped.
"Potter is coming too Hogwarts this year, she is a first year, she is going to be very powerful and one of the greatest witches of our time" the woman spoke as if she was hypnotised, but that didn't stop her broad Scottish accent coming through.
"Anything else", Voldemort said
"No" she replied
"DO NOT LIE TOO LORD VOLDEMORT", he snarled
"I no nothing else" she continued as if she had not heard him
"AHH AVADA KEDAVRA", Voldemort shouted
"Wormtail idiot you got a useless one you shall pay"
"No master please" Wormtail shrieked.
"Crucio" Voldemort cried Voldemort
Wormtail fell to the floor whimpering while the woman lay dead on the floor a look of hypnotism on her face.
Minerva Mcgonagall knew no more.