Chapter One - Plotting a murder.
The cold air was still and silent. Not a sound reached the ears of the hooded, masked figures that stood in a large circle around an armchair sitting beside a fire. They stood silently and waited, each one with a slight tingle of fear running through their bodies. However small the tingle was, it was there; it was always there.
Suddenly, the flames flickering in the fire place turned bright, emerald green, and a tall, hooded man stepped out of them. The flames returned to their usual form, and the tall man took his hood down slowly. Two red, gleaming, terrible eyes shone out from a flat, chalk-white face. Slit-like nostrils stood above a lipless mouth, and anger was etched upon every line of the terrible face of Lord Voldemort. He stared around at the masked wizards surrounding him and his eyes flared. Each of the Death Eaters bowed slightly in respect. He sat down in the armchair facing the fire and did not speak.
Finally, one of the masked Death Eaters stood forward and spoke to the back of the chair, and to the spider-like, long white fingers clutching the arms of the chair.
"My Lord," he said in a clear voice.
"What orders do you bring us?" Voldemort remained silent. The Death Eater stood back into the circle. A few seconds later, Voldemort rose to his feet and faced them all.
"Harry Potter." He spat in his cold, high voice. Some of the Death Eaters quickly glanced at each other.
"Harry Potter must be killed." Every syllable seemed to ring with detest and rage. He stared at them all.
"I have the plan, but I do not have the resources. I need to bewitch a student at Hogwarts to do it. Someone in his year. Someone who can get close enough to him to kill him. But it is proving harder than I thought. Dumbledore seems to have his eye on every student in that school at once, the fool. I need someone, I need to act quickly." he placed his long, white fingers on his forehead, and appeared deep in thought. Suddenly he looked directly at the Death Eater in front of him. His eyes seemed to widen in realisation.
"Malfoy!" he shrieked, his lipless mouth curling into a smile. The man behind the mask, Lucious Malfoy stepped backwards a little out of surprise, and out of fear.
"Lucious, you have a son at Hogwarts, do you not?" Malfoy seemed to guess where this was going, but he daren't not disagree with Voldemort.
"Yes, Draco is in his sixth year now, but - "
"Potter is in his sixth year, too! Lucious, I can use Draco to kill Potter! Why didn't I see it before!" Malfoy looked frightened now. The Death eaters around him were agreeing too.
"But Draco is -" Voldemort placed his white, thin hands on Malfoy's shoulders and beamed at him.
"Your son will be prized beyond others when he joins me, he will be honoured in this circle for ever -" then, noticing the unsmiling, fearful look on Malfoy's face, Voldemort's smile faded and his eyes flashed dangerously.
"That is, " he said silkily.
"If he will be joining me...perhaps you wish him to join Dumbledore. Perhaps YOU wish to join Dumbledore, Lucious!" Voldemort's icy glare was penetrating Malfoy. Panic spreading through him , he spoke quickly,
"No! Of course not, my Lord! I would never dream of joining Dumbledore! I am loyal to you an -"
"And the boy?" Voldemort cut across him. Malfoy was defeated.
"Yes, yes, he will do your bidding. Forgive me, Master." Voldemort's eyes lost their iciness and returned to their usual form. He nodded, and went and sat back down in his armchair.
"You may go." He said to the circle of Death Eater's, raising a pale hand. And in a swish of black cloaks, the circle was gone.
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The cold air was still and silent. Not a sound reached the ears of the hooded, masked figures that stood in a large circle around an armchair sitting beside a fire. They stood silently and waited, each one with a slight tingle of fear running through their bodies. However small the tingle was, it was there; it was always there.
Suddenly, the flames flickering in the fire place turned bright, emerald green, and a tall, hooded man stepped out of them. The flames returned to their usual form, and the tall man took his hood down slowly. Two red, gleaming, terrible eyes shone out from a flat, chalk-white face. Slit-like nostrils stood above a lipless mouth, and anger was etched upon every line of the terrible face of Lord Voldemort. He stared around at the masked wizards surrounding him and his eyes flared. Each of the Death Eaters bowed slightly in respect. He sat down in the armchair facing the fire and did not speak.
Finally, one of the masked Death Eaters stood forward and spoke to the back of the chair, and to the spider-like, long white fingers clutching the arms of the chair.
"My Lord," he said in a clear voice.
"What orders do you bring us?" Voldemort remained silent. The Death Eater stood back into the circle. A few seconds later, Voldemort rose to his feet and faced them all.
"Harry Potter." He spat in his cold, high voice. Some of the Death Eaters quickly glanced at each other.
"Harry Potter must be killed." Every syllable seemed to ring with detest and rage. He stared at them all.
"I have the plan, but I do not have the resources. I need to bewitch a student at Hogwarts to do it. Someone in his year. Someone who can get close enough to him to kill him. But it is proving harder than I thought. Dumbledore seems to have his eye on every student in that school at once, the fool. I need someone, I need to act quickly." he placed his long, white fingers on his forehead, and appeared deep in thought. Suddenly he looked directly at the Death Eater in front of him. His eyes seemed to widen in realisation.
"Malfoy!" he shrieked, his lipless mouth curling into a smile. The man behind the mask, Lucious Malfoy stepped backwards a little out of surprise, and out of fear.
"Lucious, you have a son at Hogwarts, do you not?" Malfoy seemed to guess where this was going, but he daren't not disagree with Voldemort.
"Yes, Draco is in his sixth year now, but - "
"Potter is in his sixth year, too! Lucious, I can use Draco to kill Potter! Why didn't I see it before!" Malfoy looked frightened now. The Death eaters around him were agreeing too.
"But Draco is -" Voldemort placed his white, thin hands on Malfoy's shoulders and beamed at him.
"Your son will be prized beyond others when he joins me, he will be honoured in this circle for ever -" then, noticing the unsmiling, fearful look on Malfoy's face, Voldemort's smile faded and his eyes flashed dangerously.
"That is, " he said silkily.
"If he will be joining me...perhaps you wish him to join Dumbledore. Perhaps YOU wish to join Dumbledore, Lucious!" Voldemort's icy glare was penetrating Malfoy. Panic spreading through him , he spoke quickly,
"No! Of course not, my Lord! I would never dream of joining Dumbledore! I am loyal to you an -"
"And the boy?" Voldemort cut across him. Malfoy was defeated.
"Yes, yes, he will do your bidding. Forgive me, Master." Voldemort's eyes lost their iciness and returned to their usual form. He nodded, and went and sat back down in his armchair.
"You may go." He said to the circle of Death Eater's, raising a pale hand. And in a swish of black cloaks, the circle was gone.
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