Chapter 2-The Plot Thickens
As Harry Potter, and the rest of the wizards slept comfortably, the evil wizard Lord Voldemort was plotting his revnge.
"Here you go master, the map of the Pyramaid of Tukming, as you asked." Said a cold drawling voice.
"Thank you Lucius, your debt to me will soon be paid. However I must ask of you 1 more thing. Go the the house of the Minister of Magic, and "persuade" him to grant yourself access to the pyramaid. Once you are inside, you can bring me in, and I will finally have a way to reach Harry Potter." said Lord Voldemort, with a snicker on his face.
"Yes Master, I will do it right away, but the pyramaid might be under watch now that the boy knows of your existnce. Do you think it wise to attempt such an event with security so tight?"
"CRUCIO!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHH"
"Do not ever question my orders again Lucius, next time you doubt me, the punishment will be worse. Now go, before you are missed at the Ministry."
"Y..y..yes Master. My apologies master."
With that, a swoosh of a cloak, and there was only 2 men left in the cold room. 1 was the evil Lord Voldemort, and the other was a servant of his whom he was about to punish.
"So, Severus, you return to me, after betraying me, and expect not to feel my wrath?"
"N..n...n..No Lord, I thought it was best if I stayed in a position were I could be most useful. To get there I had to sacrifice others, but now I have gained the trust of Dumbledore, the only man who stands in your way. I worship you alone master."
"We will see if you are loyal still. CRUCIO! You took it upon yourself to "sacrifice" some of the best Death Eaters I have. That was not your choice. For that you will pay. Wingardium Leviosa!" As he said that, Snape was thrown up into the air, hit the roof, then fell limp to the floor. He landed on his wrist, which broke right there.
"Aaaahhh. Master p..p..please Master, I serve you alone. I beg of your forgiveness Master." Snape was on his knees, hands folded out in front, trying to convince Voldemort to let him back in to the Death Eaters.
"Voldemort does not forgive. Severipo!"
As Voldemort yelled this curse, the sound of Snape's leg breaking could be heard.
"You say your loyalties lie with me old man. Well, I will let you prove it. If you fail me, you will be killed. If you run, you will be tortured till you meet the death that I will never see, and if you succeed, you will be punished once more, then welcomed back into the fold, UNDER CLOSE WATCH."
"What is it you will have me do Master?" And as Snape talked, his voice cracked under the pain of a tortured body, and a broken leg and wrist.
"Your mission will be revealed in moments. As soon as I recieve word from a spy stationed outside the house of Arthru Weasley, then you will have your orders."
They sat in the room for about 10 minutes, and finally an owl flew in threw the open window.
"Well well well, it appears the Harry Potter is right were we want him. I can't touch the boy were he is, Dumbledore has made sure of that, but I can hurt his heart. We will kidnap the boy. Make sure to keep him alive. I need to get Potter out of protection before I can kill him. Then when I have him in the farthest and deepest corner of the earth, I will kill him then. Make him pay for everything he's done to me, kill Harry, and nothing will be left to stop me."
"Exc..excellent plan my Lord. Let me know exactly what and when you want me to carry out your orders."
"You will go now. Go to the Weasley house, and kidnap the boy. Make sure not to be seen. Should you succesfully do this for me, I will then begin to accept you as a true Death Eater. Should you fail, death awaits you. And to give you a little incentive, not too fail, CRUCIO!"
Severus Snape fell to the floor, taken over by agony and pain, he lay there, and after a minute, he knew he had to speak or he would be hit again by the cruciatus curse.
"Thank you My Lord, it is an honor to be able to redeem myself to you. I will not fail you."
Then, Voldemort disapeared, and Snape was left there. He was thinking to himself, and knew that if his mission was going to be a success he would have to do it perfectly, making sure not to slip up.
As Harry Potter, and the rest of the wizards slept comfortably, the evil wizard Lord Voldemort was plotting his revnge.
"Here you go master, the map of the Pyramaid of Tukming, as you asked." Said a cold drawling voice.
"Thank you Lucius, your debt to me will soon be paid. However I must ask of you 1 more thing. Go the the house of the Minister of Magic, and "persuade" him to grant yourself access to the pyramaid. Once you are inside, you can bring me in, and I will finally have a way to reach Harry Potter." said Lord Voldemort, with a snicker on his face.
"Yes Master, I will do it right away, but the pyramaid might be under watch now that the boy knows of your existnce. Do you think it wise to attempt such an event with security so tight?"
"CRUCIO!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHH"
"Do not ever question my orders again Lucius, next time you doubt me, the punishment will be worse. Now go, before you are missed at the Ministry."
"Y..y..yes Master. My apologies master."
With that, a swoosh of a cloak, and there was only 2 men left in the cold room. 1 was the evil Lord Voldemort, and the other was a servant of his whom he was about to punish.
"So, Severus, you return to me, after betraying me, and expect not to feel my wrath?"
"N..n...n..No Lord, I thought it was best if I stayed in a position were I could be most useful. To get there I had to sacrifice others, but now I have gained the trust of Dumbledore, the only man who stands in your way. I worship you alone master."
"We will see if you are loyal still. CRUCIO! You took it upon yourself to "sacrifice" some of the best Death Eaters I have. That was not your choice. For that you will pay. Wingardium Leviosa!" As he said that, Snape was thrown up into the air, hit the roof, then fell limp to the floor. He landed on his wrist, which broke right there.
"Aaaahhh. Master p..p..please Master, I serve you alone. I beg of your forgiveness Master." Snape was on his knees, hands folded out in front, trying to convince Voldemort to let him back in to the Death Eaters.
"Voldemort does not forgive. Severipo!"
As Voldemort yelled this curse, the sound of Snape's leg breaking could be heard.
"You say your loyalties lie with me old man. Well, I will let you prove it. If you fail me, you will be killed. If you run, you will be tortured till you meet the death that I will never see, and if you succeed, you will be punished once more, then welcomed back into the fold, UNDER CLOSE WATCH."
"What is it you will have me do Master?" And as Snape talked, his voice cracked under the pain of a tortured body, and a broken leg and wrist.
"Your mission will be revealed in moments. As soon as I recieve word from a spy stationed outside the house of Arthru Weasley, then you will have your orders."
They sat in the room for about 10 minutes, and finally an owl flew in threw the open window.
"Well well well, it appears the Harry Potter is right were we want him. I can't touch the boy were he is, Dumbledore has made sure of that, but I can hurt his heart. We will kidnap the boy. Make sure to keep him alive. I need to get Potter out of protection before I can kill him. Then when I have him in the farthest and deepest corner of the earth, I will kill him then. Make him pay for everything he's done to me, kill Harry, and nothing will be left to stop me."
"Exc..excellent plan my Lord. Let me know exactly what and when you want me to carry out your orders."
"You will go now. Go to the Weasley house, and kidnap the boy. Make sure not to be seen. Should you succesfully do this for me, I will then begin to accept you as a true Death Eater. Should you fail, death awaits you. And to give you a little incentive, not too fail, CRUCIO!"
Severus Snape fell to the floor, taken over by agony and pain, he lay there, and after a minute, he knew he had to speak or he would be hit again by the cruciatus curse.
"Thank you My Lord, it is an honor to be able to redeem myself to you. I will not fail you."
Then, Voldemort disapeared, and Snape was left there. He was thinking to himself, and knew that if his mission was going to be a success he would have to do it perfectly, making sure not to slip up.
