A/N: Yay, I didn't start this one with 'Harry opened his eyes'! Oh well, on to the story.
DISCLAIMER: The type of Moon-Shard used in this is purely fictional, and made entirely by me! HAHAHA! (Disclaimer in chapter one).
The Betrayal, Chapter Three: Unknown
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The old man stood up quietly, looking around at the gathered people before him. His blue eyes twinkled as if with happiness, and his long white beard looked to be freshly combed.
The snake-like man laughed a high-pitched laugh, gazing on with glee at the moon-shard crystal in his hand. His red eyes could see what was happening inside the crystal, at the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. He could see what they were planning, yet that muggle-loving fool, Albus Dumbledore still managed to produce a shroud to block the moon-shard's all-seeing power.
"Wormtail." The man hissed, "Are the preparations complete?"
"Y-y-yes...My Lord...." said a short, balding man who had been standing beside the snake-like man.
"Good. See to it." He hissed again, turning his blood red eyes on his short servant. Wormtail squeaked and started scrambling away, acting very much like his namesake. The man growled angrily at the antics of his servant, glaring at the retreating figure. "Oh, and one more thing, Wormtail." He said in a calm, yet deadly cold voice. "I do not want servants who are too afraid to do things right. If you mess this up, I will have only one more job for you to do." He laughed. "And here is another reminder why to do it right. Crucio!"
As Wormtail let out a scream of pain, at the same time, another person mirrored it, waking up in a dark forest, surrounded, by monsters.
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"GO AWAY!" A large man yelled, his voice muffled by the trees surrounding him. The dark forest seemed to get darker as a loud crash resounded, the birds fluttering, scrambling to get away. The large man turned to run again, when he heard his brother scream, somewhere from within the forest. He ignored the sharp pain in his heavily bruised leg and ran towards the sound.
"NO!!!" He yelled, as another loud crash was heard, this time accompanied by another scream. "NOOOOO!" He turned again, knowing that his brother was dead, trying to banish the image of the huge monster bashing his brother into the ground....
The loud footsteps resumed, causing tremors to run through the ground, yet the man kept running, determined to live through this, to remember his brother...
In one, sudden moment, he saw through the dense leaves of the trees above him, sighting a huge cliff, fragile, as if it were about to fall. And fall, it did.
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As the sound from the avalanche faded, yet another man woke up suddenly, his wife next to him continued to sleep. He could hear the avalanche, see the rocks fall, experience the fear of a single, lone man being pursued by a huge giant. He could see, as if he were there, yet it was fading, he felt that he knew that man, but he didn't recognise him.
He held his face in his hands, silently crying for the loss of that familiar being, desperately trying to remember...
'Who....Am....I?' He silently asked himself, trying to remember. He knew he was one of the most powerful, most important wizards in the world....yet, he couldn't remember, who he was.....
He ran both of his hands through his hair, his eyes shut tightly, and it was as if there were a voice in the back of his mind, telling him...and he remembered.
Potter.
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The old man felt one of his wards tingle, he summoned one of his maps, one made by the previous Marauders, Harry's group. He pointed his wand at the blank parchment, and quietly said, "The Slytherin Scum will pay." and once again, he wondered exactly why his group had chosen that sentence, and glanced down at the map. Much like Tom Riddle's diary, and the succeeding map, James's group, words appeared to come from the parchment.
Messers Fawkes, Flipper, Flame and Flirt presents:
The Marauders Map.
He stared at the word Fawkes, as he had many times, and a tear escaped from his blue eyes. Wiping it away, he whispered, clearly, "Show me the grounds." Immediately, a drop of ink fell from his wand, spreading out to reach the ends of the parchment. The ink spread out to become a map. Admittedly, it wasn't as good as James's group, but it still worked.
The map moved across the page, showing the grounds, but no one was there, "Show me the forest." he wispered. The ink dissapeared, to be replaced by four messages.
Mr. Fawkes would like to know exactly why a crickety old fool like you wants to go into the forest.
Mr. Flipper adds to Mr. Fawkes' statement, that someone with a nose that obviously broken, would want to put his nose in danger again.
Mr. Flame admonishes Mr. Fawkes and Mr. Flipper that their messages were not nearly funny enough, nor did they convey exactly the stupidity of going into such a forest.
Miss Flirt would like to apologise for his friends, but can see that one with a nose pointing in the wrong direction would not be able to smell danger in the correct direction, and would like to - the handwriting changed suddenly here, - Mr. Fawkes would like Miss Flirt to SHUT THE HELL UP, and would appreciate no more FLIRTING from Miss Flirt. Especially with a barmy old codger like him.
Sending an amused glance at the parchment, he pointed his wand at it, and whispered, "I am -"
Mr. Fawkes would like to say that he knows who that, 'barmy old codger' is, and would like to admit that he had never liked calling him names. However, Marauder is, as Marauder does.
"Just show me!" he yelled angrily, trying to calm himself down. Suddenly, a large message appeared, saying the words, "TEACHER ALERT." and dissappeared. Carefully putting the last remnants of his son in his desk, He turned towards the door, waiting for that inevitable knock.
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"Ahh, Wormtail. What news do you have for me?" The evil man hissed, glaring at his servant hatefully. "Not more news of failure, I'm sure."
"Uh...T-t-the g-g-gian-t...i-is....d-d-dead." Wormtail stuttered, earning a glare from his master.
"How many timed do I have to tell you," He hissed, he reached into his robes and took out a large, black book. "It says right here in the 'Death Eaters Handbook', the third rule of operation is 'Unless I tell you to, do not let the giant die!'" He yelled, and the world shattered into millions of pieces, as Wormtail woke from his Cruciatus induced slumber.
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"Ahh, Wormtail, waking up at last." the evil man hissed, and Wormtail cringed. "The giant is dead, as I told you?"
"Yes, My Lord." Wormtail replied.
"Both of them?" He pressed.
"Ye-yes, My L-lord." Wormtail replied again.
"Good. What about the one sent to kill them?"
"Uh......"
"Idiot. What happened to the one sent to kill the two of them? Hmm?"
"He...uh...died...in an av-avalanche."
"Oh well, one less to keep happy."
"My L-lord?"
"Yes, Wormtail?"
"Is the Ministry really...?"
"You question me?"
"NO!"
"CRUCIO!" he yelled as Wormtail screamed in pain.
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Heh, I think you can only guess who the one speaking to Wormtail is. (HAHAHA!) Well, you'll find a surprise, I hope, when I tell you who that Potter guy is! HEHEHE! (Don't forget his wife, though. But more on her later).
If you think you guessed who is who, or if you want some explanation on the "Harry's Marauders", please post a review!
If you liked the story, and want me to continue, please review! (I probably will continue anyway, but I'm on sorta a writers block, so it will be long in coming, SORRY!)
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-Hilel.
