The Dream and the Stranger
Harry was above the city of London, flying high on his broomstick. He landed safely on the cobble streets, and began to walk towards a drink shop. Along the way, his eyes caught the sight of a gloomy, shadowy building. Curiously, he looked in the window, but saw nothing but darkness. Quietly, he tip-toed to the door and opened it slightly.
At first, he thought it was just an abandoned old store, and began to walk away. But before he closed the door, he heard a deep, mysterious voice.
"Is everyone here yet, master?" someone asked shyly.
"Not quite, sir. We are still missing Mr. Wormtail and the Malfoys," replied a weak, raspy voice.
Suddenly, Harry saw two people appear in the room, and both of them looked very familiar. Harry gazed on curiously.
"Ahh.Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Wormtail, how kind of you to join us. Please, sit," beckoned the raspy voice.
Harry then realized who those men were. He knew Mr. Malfoy from Diagon Alley and school, and Mr. Wormtail he knew from his third year.
"Now, let the meeting start. Are there any questions before we begin?" asked the weak voice.
"I have one. Tom Riddle, what is our motive? I mean, we can't just attack without reasoning, can we?" asked Wormtail.
Tom Riddle, thought Harry. Oh No! That means.
"Please, Wormtail, don't use that stupid name again. If you don't mind, I'd like it if you'd address me as Mr. V. Sound good to all of you?"
A low whimper of yeses meant that Mr. V could continue. "Now, as you all know, I plan to take over the world one step at a time, starting with a few select people in the magic world. Then, I would like to make sure that Hogwarts has closed for good. And then, it's WAR!" Mr. V snickered evilly.
"Uh, excuse me, Mr. V?" questioned a rather confused fellow. "I just don't see how we can take over Hogwarts in the next year. I mean, with Dumbledore there and all, how do we even get in? I'm sure that Dumbledore has a strong feeling that we are going to strike soon, so won't he have the place guarded?"
"Oh, so now you don't trust me? How can you even doubt your master, young servant of mine? Have you no faith in the all powerful Voldemort?" Voldemort snapped. Then, all was silent for a moment. Suddenly, a bright flash of purple light filled the room. "Now then, where were we?"
For over an hour, Harry listened attentively, comprehending what everyone was saying and devising. Then, Mr. Malfoy read out a list of targets.
"Dumbledore. Fudge. Lupin.oh yes, and Potter!"
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With a jolt, Harry threw his body upward. His body was doused with sweat. He looked around, and found that he was still in his room. His clock read 4:15AM.
Hedwig started getting restless, and Harry didn't know why. He listened for anything out of the ordinary. After about a minute, he noticed a creek from the hall. Someone was heading upstairs.
Harry was above the city of London, flying high on his broomstick. He landed safely on the cobble streets, and began to walk towards a drink shop. Along the way, his eyes caught the sight of a gloomy, shadowy building. Curiously, he looked in the window, but saw nothing but darkness. Quietly, he tip-toed to the door and opened it slightly.
At first, he thought it was just an abandoned old store, and began to walk away. But before he closed the door, he heard a deep, mysterious voice.
"Is everyone here yet, master?" someone asked shyly.
"Not quite, sir. We are still missing Mr. Wormtail and the Malfoys," replied a weak, raspy voice.
Suddenly, Harry saw two people appear in the room, and both of them looked very familiar. Harry gazed on curiously.
"Ahh.Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Wormtail, how kind of you to join us. Please, sit," beckoned the raspy voice.
Harry then realized who those men were. He knew Mr. Malfoy from Diagon Alley and school, and Mr. Wormtail he knew from his third year.
"Now, let the meeting start. Are there any questions before we begin?" asked the weak voice.
"I have one. Tom Riddle, what is our motive? I mean, we can't just attack without reasoning, can we?" asked Wormtail.
Tom Riddle, thought Harry. Oh No! That means.
"Please, Wormtail, don't use that stupid name again. If you don't mind, I'd like it if you'd address me as Mr. V. Sound good to all of you?"
A low whimper of yeses meant that Mr. V could continue. "Now, as you all know, I plan to take over the world one step at a time, starting with a few select people in the magic world. Then, I would like to make sure that Hogwarts has closed for good. And then, it's WAR!" Mr. V snickered evilly.
"Uh, excuse me, Mr. V?" questioned a rather confused fellow. "I just don't see how we can take over Hogwarts in the next year. I mean, with Dumbledore there and all, how do we even get in? I'm sure that Dumbledore has a strong feeling that we are going to strike soon, so won't he have the place guarded?"
"Oh, so now you don't trust me? How can you even doubt your master, young servant of mine? Have you no faith in the all powerful Voldemort?" Voldemort snapped. Then, all was silent for a moment. Suddenly, a bright flash of purple light filled the room. "Now then, where were we?"
For over an hour, Harry listened attentively, comprehending what everyone was saying and devising. Then, Mr. Malfoy read out a list of targets.
"Dumbledore. Fudge. Lupin.oh yes, and Potter!"
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With a jolt, Harry threw his body upward. His body was doused with sweat. He looked around, and found that he was still in his room. His clock read 4:15AM.
Hedwig started getting restless, and Harry didn't know why. He listened for anything out of the ordinary. After about a minute, he noticed a creek from the hall. Someone was heading upstairs.