*Moscow, Russia *
In the ghetto part of Moscow, was a very large and old house that no one has been living in for years. It was a 3-story building that looked very much like it was possessed, with peeling paint, broken windows, and a collapsed roof. And it was also occupied by Lord Voldemort himself.
The living room (or what was left of it) was a fairly large room, with an enormous fireplace on one wall. Paintings of muggles in 19th century clothing hung on the wall, and large crystal chandelier covered in spider webs and dust hung above the ceiling. The large windows on the left wall were all draped shut with curtains that had long lost their color, so that the only source of light in the room came from the fireplace.
In the center of the room, sitting on a large leather armchair that was facing the French doors that served as an exit and an entrance into the living room, was Lord Voldemort.
Covered from head to toe in black, his face was still bony, his skin was still pale, and his face was still cold. He was looking at the person kneeling in front of him, while twisting his wand in his hand slowly.
"Get up, Bella." His voice was rather silent, and hoarse, but it was also threatening.
"Yes my Lord." The woman that was kneeling down got up slowly, still looking at the ground.
" I shall give you one more chance Bella. You have failed me once and I forgive you. Do not fail me again. I think you might have an idea of what might happen to you."
"Yes my Lord.", her voice was shaking, " I thank you for your forgiveness. I will not fail you again, my Lord."
Just then, the doors opened, and another Deatheater entered the room. He walked up to Voldemort, and kneeled down to kiss his robes.
"My Lord." The man had a extremely thick Russian accent.
"Is he here?"
"Yes my Lord. I will bring him in." And looking up for permission to go, the Deatheater left the room quickly. A minute later, another man emerged. He was also wearing a deatheaters robes, and he held something that was wrapped in cloth.
He kneeled down in front of Voldemort, bowing his head.
"So you found it for me. I am very pleased with you Rookwood." Voldemort's mouth curved into an ugly smile.
"I am honored my Lord." Rookwood was shaking and shivering, and it got worse when he saw that Voldemort had gotten out of his seat and was approaching him.
"You see Rookwood, this is a great weapon that you have just stolen for me, ah ..a great and powerful weapon. I would have wanted to come and get it personally, I have always desired to posses it..", he waved his wand, and the rectangular box landed in his outstretched hand.
"This is the weapon that Bella and a few of my other Deatheaters will use to get rid of those stupid elves.ah.such beautiful weapon." Voldemort had opened the box, and taking out his long wanted weapon, threw the box on the floor.
"It is called the I/acerbus attonbitus//I It was made long ago, and it was Salazar Slytherin who found it again and found out its powers."
The two Deatheaters in the room looked up slowly at the weapon Voldemort was holding in his hand.
The pole, which was the length of the average wand, reeked with the aura of Darkness. It was made from bronze, with many dark markings and designs carved onto it, with two silver snakes crawling up to the top. At the very end was a large, round crystal ball, held together by the snakes' heads. In the middle of the crystal was a large black octagon sapphire, and on the center was carved an upside down crescent moon.
Bellatrix, wide eyed, stared at the weapon for a moment, then looked back at the owner.
"M-My Lord, how does it work?" She asked, still shaking, as though she thought the Dark Lord would use it on her.
But instead, Voldemort increased his smile, and put the weapon back in its box.
"You will know when I tell you. As for now, contact the rest of the Deatheaters. You know whom I want. And tell them to go back to London. I want those elves gone, and you better do it fast if you want to live." He turned around, indicating the end of their meeting. Bellatrix muttered a "Yes, my Lord," and she and Rookwood backed out of the room slowly, head still bowed.
When the French door clicked shut, Voldemort reopened the case in which the weapon laid in. He sat himself back down on the leather arm chair, and turned the weapon in his hand, examining it.
"I/Acerbus Attonbitus ..//I"
Trouble*Trouble*Trouble* Trouble*Trouble*Trouble* Trouble*Trouble*
Gloriden
In the garden of the castle, among the rose bushes and the fountains, in the swarm of butterflies and dragonflies, was King Androld. He was sitting on a cushioned bench that was right under a large rose tree, one of the King's own breeding. Red and orange leaves fell from it like snow every time a breeze came by.
But not even the beautiful sunset, nor the King's sweet smelling roses and lilies, nor the beautiful female centaurs, who were singing lovely songs while brushing their hair in the waterfall, could lift up the heavy burden that was crushing the spirit of the old King.
Looking ever more tired and weak, he sat there, with his eyes closed, and seemed to be trying to relax his mind. But when he heard footsteps approaching, he opened his eyes again, most unwillingly. Without even moving his neck nor eyes, he stood up and said in a clear tone, "Hello Meridel."
"Father!" She rushed over to him, and gave him an enormous hug. "Oh father! I missed you!" She pulled apart, and looked into his blue eyes.
"You don't look well, Father. Has your health been alright?" Kind Androld placed a heavy hand on his daughters shoulder.
"I'm quite all right. Just ..tired. Meridel, we must talk." She looked at him with confused looks, but followed him as he began to walk.
"How's Hogwarts?"
"Oh it's so wonderful. It's not as beautiful as here, but there are so many mysterious things! And the teachers are all very nice. Harry has been telling me endless stories about the school. And he and I are starting a defense class tonight, and he's also helping me." She stopped suddenly, as King Androld turned around with unexpected speed.
"Daughter, you must not get too close with Harry ..nor anyone else." This brought Meridel into more confusion.
"But why? I don't understand ..Harry and I are only friends, why should we not be aloud to get to know each other better ..Oh .." Her face fell suddenly, and all color drained out of her. She looked at the yellow rose that was next to her.
After a while she looked up at her father, who looked as though he had no will to live, and said in a whisper, "So it's true ..the prophecy's true." The King nodded slowly. Meridel turned away again; her face had no trace of any emotion. But a few minutes later, she smiled, and looked up cheerfully at her father.
"It is not that bad, father. I don't mind much. It's my destiny and has been for all my life. It will be all right father ..I - I'm not sc-scared." But though her attempt to be brave, tears were forming in her eyes, and trailed down her cheeks, while she continued to try to hold back her sobs.
"I-I'm just going to miss you and mother so much!" She flung herself at her father, who was shaking with tears, and he held his daughter firmly, as though he was afraid someone was going to rip her away from him.
"Oh my daughter ..I am so sorry ..I am so sorry .." And the two of them stayed in the garden until it grew dark, rivers of endless tears still flooding out of their tired eyes.
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Ok you guys. I think that answered some of the questions. But don't be sure yet.if I get enough complaints.maybe.just maybe I will reconsider. Thank you a bunch for your reviews, greatly appreciated. And my school is about to start soon, and I don't know how much homework the devil teachers at the High school give you, so I don't know when I'm going to be able to update. Shouldn't be more then a month! It all depends on how much reviews I get! SO GO AND REVIEW! Hehehehhe I think I will reveal who the 2nd chosen one is soon! And I mean soon!
With bunch of LETTUSE
FUNNY BUNNY .1
In the ghetto part of Moscow, was a very large and old house that no one has been living in for years. It was a 3-story building that looked very much like it was possessed, with peeling paint, broken windows, and a collapsed roof. And it was also occupied by Lord Voldemort himself.
The living room (or what was left of it) was a fairly large room, with an enormous fireplace on one wall. Paintings of muggles in 19th century clothing hung on the wall, and large crystal chandelier covered in spider webs and dust hung above the ceiling. The large windows on the left wall were all draped shut with curtains that had long lost their color, so that the only source of light in the room came from the fireplace.
In the center of the room, sitting on a large leather armchair that was facing the French doors that served as an exit and an entrance into the living room, was Lord Voldemort.
Covered from head to toe in black, his face was still bony, his skin was still pale, and his face was still cold. He was looking at the person kneeling in front of him, while twisting his wand in his hand slowly.
"Get up, Bella." His voice was rather silent, and hoarse, but it was also threatening.
"Yes my Lord." The woman that was kneeling down got up slowly, still looking at the ground.
" I shall give you one more chance Bella. You have failed me once and I forgive you. Do not fail me again. I think you might have an idea of what might happen to you."
"Yes my Lord.", her voice was shaking, " I thank you for your forgiveness. I will not fail you again, my Lord."
Just then, the doors opened, and another Deatheater entered the room. He walked up to Voldemort, and kneeled down to kiss his robes.
"My Lord." The man had a extremely thick Russian accent.
"Is he here?"
"Yes my Lord. I will bring him in." And looking up for permission to go, the Deatheater left the room quickly. A minute later, another man emerged. He was also wearing a deatheaters robes, and he held something that was wrapped in cloth.
He kneeled down in front of Voldemort, bowing his head.
"So you found it for me. I am very pleased with you Rookwood." Voldemort's mouth curved into an ugly smile.
"I am honored my Lord." Rookwood was shaking and shivering, and it got worse when he saw that Voldemort had gotten out of his seat and was approaching him.
"You see Rookwood, this is a great weapon that you have just stolen for me, ah ..a great and powerful weapon. I would have wanted to come and get it personally, I have always desired to posses it..", he waved his wand, and the rectangular box landed in his outstretched hand.
"This is the weapon that Bella and a few of my other Deatheaters will use to get rid of those stupid elves.ah.such beautiful weapon." Voldemort had opened the box, and taking out his long wanted weapon, threw the box on the floor.
"It is called the I/acerbus attonbitus//I It was made long ago, and it was Salazar Slytherin who found it again and found out its powers."
The two Deatheaters in the room looked up slowly at the weapon Voldemort was holding in his hand.
The pole, which was the length of the average wand, reeked with the aura of Darkness. It was made from bronze, with many dark markings and designs carved onto it, with two silver snakes crawling up to the top. At the very end was a large, round crystal ball, held together by the snakes' heads. In the middle of the crystal was a large black octagon sapphire, and on the center was carved an upside down crescent moon.
Bellatrix, wide eyed, stared at the weapon for a moment, then looked back at the owner.
"M-My Lord, how does it work?" She asked, still shaking, as though she thought the Dark Lord would use it on her.
But instead, Voldemort increased his smile, and put the weapon back in its box.
"You will know when I tell you. As for now, contact the rest of the Deatheaters. You know whom I want. And tell them to go back to London. I want those elves gone, and you better do it fast if you want to live." He turned around, indicating the end of their meeting. Bellatrix muttered a "Yes, my Lord," and she and Rookwood backed out of the room slowly, head still bowed.
When the French door clicked shut, Voldemort reopened the case in which the weapon laid in. He sat himself back down on the leather arm chair, and turned the weapon in his hand, examining it.
"I/Acerbus Attonbitus ..//I"
Trouble*Trouble*Trouble* Trouble*Trouble*Trouble* Trouble*Trouble*
Gloriden
In the garden of the castle, among the rose bushes and the fountains, in the swarm of butterflies and dragonflies, was King Androld. He was sitting on a cushioned bench that was right under a large rose tree, one of the King's own breeding. Red and orange leaves fell from it like snow every time a breeze came by.
But not even the beautiful sunset, nor the King's sweet smelling roses and lilies, nor the beautiful female centaurs, who were singing lovely songs while brushing their hair in the waterfall, could lift up the heavy burden that was crushing the spirit of the old King.
Looking ever more tired and weak, he sat there, with his eyes closed, and seemed to be trying to relax his mind. But when he heard footsteps approaching, he opened his eyes again, most unwillingly. Without even moving his neck nor eyes, he stood up and said in a clear tone, "Hello Meridel."
"Father!" She rushed over to him, and gave him an enormous hug. "Oh father! I missed you!" She pulled apart, and looked into his blue eyes.
"You don't look well, Father. Has your health been alright?" Kind Androld placed a heavy hand on his daughters shoulder.
"I'm quite all right. Just ..tired. Meridel, we must talk." She looked at him with confused looks, but followed him as he began to walk.
"How's Hogwarts?"
"Oh it's so wonderful. It's not as beautiful as here, but there are so many mysterious things! And the teachers are all very nice. Harry has been telling me endless stories about the school. And he and I are starting a defense class tonight, and he's also helping me." She stopped suddenly, as King Androld turned around with unexpected speed.
"Daughter, you must not get too close with Harry ..nor anyone else." This brought Meridel into more confusion.
"But why? I don't understand ..Harry and I are only friends, why should we not be aloud to get to know each other better ..Oh .." Her face fell suddenly, and all color drained out of her. She looked at the yellow rose that was next to her.
After a while she looked up at her father, who looked as though he had no will to live, and said in a whisper, "So it's true ..the prophecy's true." The King nodded slowly. Meridel turned away again; her face had no trace of any emotion. But a few minutes later, she smiled, and looked up cheerfully at her father.
"It is not that bad, father. I don't mind much. It's my destiny and has been for all my life. It will be all right father ..I - I'm not sc-scared." But though her attempt to be brave, tears were forming in her eyes, and trailed down her cheeks, while she continued to try to hold back her sobs.
"I-I'm just going to miss you and mother so much!" She flung herself at her father, who was shaking with tears, and he held his daughter firmly, as though he was afraid someone was going to rip her away from him.
"Oh my daughter ..I am so sorry ..I am so sorry .." And the two of them stayed in the garden until it grew dark, rivers of endless tears still flooding out of their tired eyes.
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Ok you guys. I think that answered some of the questions. But don't be sure yet.if I get enough complaints.maybe.just maybe I will reconsider. Thank you a bunch for your reviews, greatly appreciated. And my school is about to start soon, and I don't know how much homework the devil teachers at the High school give you, so I don't know when I'm going to be able to update. Shouldn't be more then a month! It all depends on how much reviews I get! SO GO AND REVIEW! Hehehehhe I think I will reveal who the 2nd chosen one is soon! And I mean soon!
With bunch of LETTUSE
FUNNY BUNNY .1