Summary: Harry sees an alternate reality in which Neville was chosen.
Disclaimer; Don't own HP, really wished I did. (
*PROLOGUE*
In a room, filthy dusty velvet curtains, hid the gibbous moon, stars glittered through the worn holes and the place had a foreboding yet sad look, an image of splendour to squalor A hooded Death Eater approached the Dark Lord, shaking in fear, the heavy cloak screened movement but his voice quailed in fear. "Lord, master" he began in a submissive grovelling apology before he was silenced by Voldemort's pale hands.
" I hear you have a plan for me?" It was not so much a question as an indifferent statement, the Death Eater wavered, in incredulity, how did he know? But He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was not renowned for patience, the long, almost elegant fingers of his right hand tapped expectantly; the other was reaching for his wand. " You do have a plan for me, don't you? I know from reliable sources that you do, so whose scheme would this be?"
"Y.Yes, my idea, it's sure to work I'm positive." He hadn't meant to stumble over those words but those eyes took a lot of courage to stand up to, courage that just drained away every time. He remembered years ago when he'd sworn his oath to Voldemort, and the minute he had seen that wizard's eyes he knew that no amount of fervour, devotion to the cause, would be enough, you had to be mad to join this man. But they only discovered that later, when they were sucked in too deep to have any choice in the matter. It wasn't that he minded the killing of Muggles, believing them as scum but it was their ruler, more so then authority. More so then even Dumbledore, which frightened them. The thought that he would kill you as you had killed so many others with no sign of remorse sent a chill running through the coldest blooded murderer among them, excluding Lucius and Bellatrix Lestrange they were simply insane.
While this thought ran through the terrified killer's head, Voldemort answered " You may not realise it but I am perfectly capable of formulating my own designs" Once again this threw back the Death Eater, helping the Dark Lord had seemed like the perfect way to form an alliance, from hindsight it seemed that being a 'cut above the rest' made you a prime target and the Dark Lord found likely usurpers undesirable.
Finding himself in this uncompromising situation he did the instinctive; defend. " It's good, I promise, and simple, though it includes a complicated Illusionment charm." The Dark Lord indicated that he was to continue and the Death Eater explained his plan in full, growing confidence in relief at Voldemort's cold smile and apparent interest, going over each detail several times until he had memorized them. Then he turned to go. "Oh no you don't," Voldemort seemed amused and he was instantly filled with panic, he turned around to find that he was facing Voldemort's wand, one incantation and he was dead. And then he was, his body hit the floor in flash of emerald light, blocked from the outside world from those dusty curtains. Voldemort barely glanced " Thank you" he said, " It was actually quite a good idea" and then he smiled.
A/N-No Death Eaters were harmed in the writing of this prologue, the Death Eater in question is hiding from Voldemort in my cupboard, Marauders Map to reviewers!
Disclaimer; Don't own HP, really wished I did. (
*PROLOGUE*
In a room, filthy dusty velvet curtains, hid the gibbous moon, stars glittered through the worn holes and the place had a foreboding yet sad look, an image of splendour to squalor A hooded Death Eater approached the Dark Lord, shaking in fear, the heavy cloak screened movement but his voice quailed in fear. "Lord, master" he began in a submissive grovelling apology before he was silenced by Voldemort's pale hands.
" I hear you have a plan for me?" It was not so much a question as an indifferent statement, the Death Eater wavered, in incredulity, how did he know? But He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was not renowned for patience, the long, almost elegant fingers of his right hand tapped expectantly; the other was reaching for his wand. " You do have a plan for me, don't you? I know from reliable sources that you do, so whose scheme would this be?"
"Y.Yes, my idea, it's sure to work I'm positive." He hadn't meant to stumble over those words but those eyes took a lot of courage to stand up to, courage that just drained away every time. He remembered years ago when he'd sworn his oath to Voldemort, and the minute he had seen that wizard's eyes he knew that no amount of fervour, devotion to the cause, would be enough, you had to be mad to join this man. But they only discovered that later, when they were sucked in too deep to have any choice in the matter. It wasn't that he minded the killing of Muggles, believing them as scum but it was their ruler, more so then authority. More so then even Dumbledore, which frightened them. The thought that he would kill you as you had killed so many others with no sign of remorse sent a chill running through the coldest blooded murderer among them, excluding Lucius and Bellatrix Lestrange they were simply insane.
While this thought ran through the terrified killer's head, Voldemort answered " You may not realise it but I am perfectly capable of formulating my own designs" Once again this threw back the Death Eater, helping the Dark Lord had seemed like the perfect way to form an alliance, from hindsight it seemed that being a 'cut above the rest' made you a prime target and the Dark Lord found likely usurpers undesirable.
Finding himself in this uncompromising situation he did the instinctive; defend. " It's good, I promise, and simple, though it includes a complicated Illusionment charm." The Dark Lord indicated that he was to continue and the Death Eater explained his plan in full, growing confidence in relief at Voldemort's cold smile and apparent interest, going over each detail several times until he had memorized them. Then he turned to go. "Oh no you don't," Voldemort seemed amused and he was instantly filled with panic, he turned around to find that he was facing Voldemort's wand, one incantation and he was dead. And then he was, his body hit the floor in flash of emerald light, blocked from the outside world from those dusty curtains. Voldemort barely glanced " Thank you" he said, " It was actually quite a good idea" and then he smiled.
A/N-No Death Eaters were harmed in the writing of this prologue, the Death Eater in question is hiding from Voldemort in my cupboard, Marauders Map to reviewers!