Chapter 1
The dark and gloomy cemetery was equally tortured by the evil creatures stirring in it. One was tall, you could not see his face because the darkness that followed him, even tin the light, swallowed his figure into black. His red slit snake like eyes shone out of the darkness with such venomosity that if you stared too long you felt sure you would be condemned to suffer eternally. His hands were long, pale and spider-like. These hands were cruel and merciless.
The other character stood beside him with only a gravestone separating them. She was tall with her hair hidden behind hooded robes. Her eyes were blue and bottomless, they had hints of innocence and signs of youth but they were clouded with hated. Her robes flowed down to the earthy ground and her hands were tucked into them. He spook in an evil raspy voice.
"The order has reassembled.the Ministry has become aware of my return. and my closest followers thrown in Azkaban. They will escape, no doubt, but the dementors will find them. They were supposed to become our allies but there. you failed."
Instead of showing any kind of regret or embarrassment at the thought of having not completed her mission, she continued her blank stare into the void. She moved from her spot beside the man and glided smoothly yet slowly over to a tree. She began rubbing her hand against the trunk, over the knots and bark, getting some pieces in her hand and tossing them aside.
"I did not fail, failure would mean I have lost completely, I did not become vanquished from my body and spend fourteen years, wasting time -"
She was cut off as the man's voice rose, furiously.
"I would not have failed if I had remembered the deep magic, but I warn you, do not toy with me, I had none of your help trying to get the prophecy and if I had, it might not have been crushed."
She looked slightly annoyed at the comment but her voice remained calm.
"Voldemort, why should I waste my time on stupid prophecies? Jeopardize EVERYTHING I have worked for? Risk my life to hear about what you have to do to kill a little boy? I will not risk anything for what is not a worthy cause and for something that only satisfies curiosity."
This made Voldemort even angrier and his pale white fingers closed into a fist while the other hand plunged into his robes. He brought out a wand and replied in a loud angry voice that had lost all traces of being raspy.
"I will not tolerate you insolence, you cannot even compare to me, yet you talk to me as though I am below you. I do not need you; I can find anyone else to do your job. Avada Kedavra"
Thin pale green light emitted from the end of Voldemort's wand. It went straight after it, but she just held out her hand and caught the light. She laughed, a cold laugh that would make even the happiest of creatures sad.
"You should have realized, I have achieved immortality that you only dream of, you cannot kill me by a curse. If you had made it a stronger spell, it might have attacked me off guard, and made some effect. But I can see it, you do not want to kill me, you need me."
"Alright, I need you, but I can get someone else if you. fail."
"I will not fail, I will bring the boy to you and you can have your way."
"Now that you agree, hold out your arm, I need to mark you. Signasia"
She moved, dodging the spell. It bounced into a grave and was soaked up by the ground but a black skull with a snake in its mouth shone.
"My Lord, if you would please, do not mark me, as they will find it suspicious if I have your sign, when I was not alive in your first attempt."
"Then you should not deny me, you know what I do to those who deny me. Signasia"
The dark and gloomy cemetery was equally tortured by the evil creatures stirring in it. One was tall, you could not see his face because the darkness that followed him, even tin the light, swallowed his figure into black. His red slit snake like eyes shone out of the darkness with such venomosity that if you stared too long you felt sure you would be condemned to suffer eternally. His hands were long, pale and spider-like. These hands were cruel and merciless.
The other character stood beside him with only a gravestone separating them. She was tall with her hair hidden behind hooded robes. Her eyes were blue and bottomless, they had hints of innocence and signs of youth but they were clouded with hated. Her robes flowed down to the earthy ground and her hands were tucked into them. He spook in an evil raspy voice.
"The order has reassembled.the Ministry has become aware of my return. and my closest followers thrown in Azkaban. They will escape, no doubt, but the dementors will find them. They were supposed to become our allies but there. you failed."
Instead of showing any kind of regret or embarrassment at the thought of having not completed her mission, she continued her blank stare into the void. She moved from her spot beside the man and glided smoothly yet slowly over to a tree. She began rubbing her hand against the trunk, over the knots and bark, getting some pieces in her hand and tossing them aside.
"I did not fail, failure would mean I have lost completely, I did not become vanquished from my body and spend fourteen years, wasting time -"
She was cut off as the man's voice rose, furiously.
"I would not have failed if I had remembered the deep magic, but I warn you, do not toy with me, I had none of your help trying to get the prophecy and if I had, it might not have been crushed."
She looked slightly annoyed at the comment but her voice remained calm.
"Voldemort, why should I waste my time on stupid prophecies? Jeopardize EVERYTHING I have worked for? Risk my life to hear about what you have to do to kill a little boy? I will not risk anything for what is not a worthy cause and for something that only satisfies curiosity."
This made Voldemort even angrier and his pale white fingers closed into a fist while the other hand plunged into his robes. He brought out a wand and replied in a loud angry voice that had lost all traces of being raspy.
"I will not tolerate you insolence, you cannot even compare to me, yet you talk to me as though I am below you. I do not need you; I can find anyone else to do your job. Avada Kedavra"
Thin pale green light emitted from the end of Voldemort's wand. It went straight after it, but she just held out her hand and caught the light. She laughed, a cold laugh that would make even the happiest of creatures sad.
"You should have realized, I have achieved immortality that you only dream of, you cannot kill me by a curse. If you had made it a stronger spell, it might have attacked me off guard, and made some effect. But I can see it, you do not want to kill me, you need me."
"Alright, I need you, but I can get someone else if you. fail."
"I will not fail, I will bring the boy to you and you can have your way."
"Now that you agree, hold out your arm, I need to mark you. Signasia"
She moved, dodging the spell. It bounced into a grave and was soaked up by the ground but a black skull with a snake in its mouth shone.
"My Lord, if you would please, do not mark me, as they will find it suspicious if I have your sign, when I was not alive in your first attempt."
"Then you should not deny me, you know what I do to those who deny me. Signasia"
