Chapter Three
"Ressurection"
A short man,carrying a small purple bag,scurried into a forgotten graveyard.He whinced a little as a clap of thunder ran through the air.The night was alive with a storm with a strong heart-beat as a full moon,the color of blood,hung in the night sky.The dead trees surrounding the graveyard screeched and moaned as an eerie wind chased through their branches.The man clenched the small bag with a hand that was missing a finger closely.He stopped at an unmarked grave,overruned with weeds and night crawlers.He knelt down on his knees and opened the bag.A dim glow of a green light exited through the opening.The man breathed quickly and clumsily as he reached into the bag and pulled out a small green emerald.
"With the power of the Great Serpent,I begin."the man chanted.
He placed the emerald on the heart of the grave.He took out another bag and took out a handful of a silvery powder.
"With the dust of an ancestor,I give thee structure."he chanted.
He sprinkled the powder over the grave.He took out a vile full of blood.
"With the blood of a foe,I give thee flesh and blood."he chanted.
He poured the blood onto the grave.The grave began to glow an eerie green light.The man took out his wand.
"And with the power of pure evil,let thy rebirth."the man chnated.
He tapped his wand on the green emerald.The ground beneath him began to shook.The grave he was knelt at began to unearth.A low grumble followed by an explosion of green light burst through the aging dirt.The man fell backwards and wacthed.A stream of red moonligth pierced through the clouds and lit up the grave.A long,slender pale hand burst through the dirt.The slender and bony fingers stretched toward the sky.Another hand followed.Soon,a creature rose from the grave.The creature,now a man,took his first breath and opened his eyes.His scarlette eyes glew in the dark of the night.
"My Lord."said the man missing a finger as he knelt to kiss the dirty robes of the once dead man.
"Send word,"said the man in an icy tone,"that Lord Voldemort has returned from hell."
The smaller man,bowed before taking off.Lord Voldemort looked at his hands and touched his face.An evil smile ecthed onto his face.He reached into his robes and pulled out a wand.
"My dear friend."he said as he wipped the dust off of the wand.
A small creature,a rabbit,hopped nearby.
"Avada Kedavra."he shouted.
The bunny's body hit the ground with a soft thud.A chilly laugh escaped from Lord Voldemort's lips.
"I haven't lost my touch."he said.
BACK AT HARRY'S BEDROOM.
"Ouch!"Harry screamed as he got up.He placed his hand over his now burning scar.
He immediently got up and ran to the bathroom.He placed a cold washcloth over his scar.Hedwig,who was sleeping by the seat,hooted a little in her sleep.
"It hasn't hurt this bad since..."Harry stopped.
No?Could be back?
Harry couldn't believe what he was thinking.How could Lord Voldemort be alive after all these years?Harry grabbed a quill and parchment and began writing a letter to Dumbeldore.He placed the letter on Hedwig's leg.
SOMEHWERE FAR AWAY.
The short man who was missing a finger reached the doors of a large mansion.He knocked on the door.
"Yes."answered a house elve.
"Is your master here?"asked the short man.
"Yes,I'll get him."replied the house elve.
A few minutes later,a tall man with pale blonde hair and pale blue eyes came to the door.
"Peter?"asked the man.
"Yes,it is I."said Peter."I bring news,Lucius."
"What is it?"asked Lucius.
Peter tilted his head and smiled.
"Lord Voldemort has returned."he said.
"Ressurection"
A short man,carrying a small purple bag,scurried into a forgotten graveyard.He whinced a little as a clap of thunder ran through the air.The night was alive with a storm with a strong heart-beat as a full moon,the color of blood,hung in the night sky.The dead trees surrounding the graveyard screeched and moaned as an eerie wind chased through their branches.The man clenched the small bag with a hand that was missing a finger closely.He stopped at an unmarked grave,overruned with weeds and night crawlers.He knelt down on his knees and opened the bag.A dim glow of a green light exited through the opening.The man breathed quickly and clumsily as he reached into the bag and pulled out a small green emerald.
"With the power of the Great Serpent,I begin."the man chanted.
He placed the emerald on the heart of the grave.He took out another bag and took out a handful of a silvery powder.
"With the dust of an ancestor,I give thee structure."he chanted.
He sprinkled the powder over the grave.He took out a vile full of blood.
"With the blood of a foe,I give thee flesh and blood."he chanted.
He poured the blood onto the grave.The grave began to glow an eerie green light.The man took out his wand.
"And with the power of pure evil,let thy rebirth."the man chnated.
He tapped his wand on the green emerald.The ground beneath him began to shook.The grave he was knelt at began to unearth.A low grumble followed by an explosion of green light burst through the aging dirt.The man fell backwards and wacthed.A stream of red moonligth pierced through the clouds and lit up the grave.A long,slender pale hand burst through the dirt.The slender and bony fingers stretched toward the sky.Another hand followed.Soon,a creature rose from the grave.The creature,now a man,took his first breath and opened his eyes.His scarlette eyes glew in the dark of the night.
"My Lord."said the man missing a finger as he knelt to kiss the dirty robes of the once dead man.
"Send word,"said the man in an icy tone,"that Lord Voldemort has returned from hell."
The smaller man,bowed before taking off.Lord Voldemort looked at his hands and touched his face.An evil smile ecthed onto his face.He reached into his robes and pulled out a wand.
"My dear friend."he said as he wipped the dust off of the wand.
A small creature,a rabbit,hopped nearby.
"Avada Kedavra."he shouted.
The bunny's body hit the ground with a soft thud.A chilly laugh escaped from Lord Voldemort's lips.
"I haven't lost my touch."he said.
BACK AT HARRY'S BEDROOM.
"Ouch!"Harry screamed as he got up.He placed his hand over his now burning scar.
He immediently got up and ran to the bathroom.He placed a cold washcloth over his scar.Hedwig,who was sleeping by the seat,hooted a little in her sleep.
"It hasn't hurt this bad since..."Harry stopped.
No?Could be back?
Harry couldn't believe what he was thinking.How could Lord Voldemort be alive after all these years?Harry grabbed a quill and parchment and began writing a letter to Dumbeldore.He placed the letter on Hedwig's leg.
SOMEHWERE FAR AWAY.
The short man who was missing a finger reached the doors of a large mansion.He knocked on the door.
"Yes."answered a house elve.
"Is your master here?"asked the short man.
"Yes,I'll get him."replied the house elve.
A few minutes later,a tall man with pale blonde hair and pale blue eyes came to the door.
"Peter?"asked the man.
"Yes,it is I."said Peter."I bring news,Lucius."
"What is it?"asked Lucius.
Peter tilted his head and smiled.
"Lord Voldemort has returned."he said.