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Snape was at the castle brewing the potion when a stinging sensation at his left forearm distracted him. "Tom Riddle!" he said. 'I must complete this potion first before I go looking for the Dark Lord.' He continued to finish the potion and after bottling them, he performed the ID and was teleported to Hogwarts just when the casting of the protection wards had ended. He hurried to Harry and handed him the two bottles and showed him the Dark Mark.
"Interesting, Severus. Go and help the Order of Phoenix to spy on Dark Lord and good luck," said Harry and Dumbledore.
"Very well then," said Snape as he walked down the stairs towards the magnificent wrought-iron gate. "I shall get going."
"Good luck, Severus!" muttered the headmaster as he watched the potion master walked out of the gate and disappeared with a 'pop!' sound.
Harry then snapped out from his daze and summoned the four-element gods to him.
"Thank you, my friends," said Harry the moment the four reappeared beside him. "Do any of you have anything to report?"
Neptune stepped forward and said, "That Draco Mafloy character you had ordered..."
"Never said order, Neptune. I requested you, not ordered you. Please keep that in mind," said Harry as he held up his hand to stop the immortal from continuing.
"Yes Harry, that Mafloy looked very worried when he heard that the wards are to be recasted. He had written a letter addressed to his father. I don't have time to know what was written because you had summoned me," Neptune stopped, expecting a scolding that he will get because he did not see that letter's contents. But he was pleasantly surprise when Harry smiled and said, "My mistake. I offer my apologies, Neptune."
"Any other things?" asked Harry.
"No, not at all," replied others.
"Very well, then, I have other things to do. Oh! Before I forget, Atlas, keep a look out for Malfoy's owl and if you spot it, bring it to me," said Harry before he dismissed them and went off to join his schoolmates for dinner.
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Later that night...
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"Harry!" whispered a voice very urgently, while gently nudging him awake. Mumbling and grumbling, Harry got up and fired a stunner at the offending person before he turned back to bed. Unknown to him, the person he had tried to stun was Atlas. "My, are you grumpy," said Atlas as she avoided the stunner.
This time, she decided to do something a bit more violent although violent had never been her style. Muttering an incantation under her breath, she created a miniature tornado causing Harry to jolt awake.
"What is that for?" he grumped as he rubbed his head, glaring at Atlas all the time. The whirlwind had caused him to bum his head rather hard. Atlas stifled her laughter and without a word, handed him a letter. Still mumbling about very violent god and strange ways of waking people up, he reluctantly opened the letter. The very moment he saw the contents of the letter, he became wide-awake. Looking at Atlas for confirmation, he tried to form a complete sentence.
"This...this...is...impossible!" chattered Harry as he read down further the letter.
"Yup!" confirmed the Goddess of Wind, smiling placidly at The-Boy-Who- Lived. Harry's face had looked if not shocked, was totally staggered as colours crossed his face faster than you can blink. Atlas held up her fingers and began to tick off the colours that had gone through Harry's face.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..." counted Atlas as the colour raced each other crossed his face.
"One hundred and ten, one hundred and eleven," she is still counting as the colours changed and finally stopped at an ashen white grey.
"Finally," said the Goddess as the colour stopped changing. "Harry! Do you know that there was not a person who I had seen have so much colours at his dispose," grinned the feminine figure not at all worried.
"Never mind that! I have got to go, Atlas. Alert others and track me down AFTER you had get them," said Harry as he pulled up his cloak.
"Why, Harry? What the hurry?" asked Atlas, still grinning. "You know that fellow don't like you!"
"That is not the point.," snapped Harry as he retrieved his wand from his pajamas. "Go, NOW!"
As he clasped the buckle together, he saw the Goddess disappear. With a silent muttering, Harry opened a portal and stepped into it. He landed with a light 'thud!' and stood up. He recognised the place, he will never in his life ever forget this place.
This was the place where Harry had wished not to come again in his entire life.
This place was where the Tom Marvolo Riddle was resurrected at the Third Task of the Tri-Wizard tournament.
This was also the place where Wormtail killed Cedric Diggory, the real Hogwarts Champion.
This was the place where he saw ghostly form of his parents coming out of a wand, thirteen inches, yew.
This was the place where he once again defied Lord Voldemort and escape hands of Death.
This was, the graveyard at Little Hangleton.
At his position, he could see a large of masked people which he recognised at once.
Death Eaters.
"Welcome back, Death Eaters," whispered Lord Voldemort towards the group of masked wizards in front of him. the Death Eaters, Harry noticed, was lined according to their time and rank in the service of the Lord Of Darkness. Other then Lord Voldemort's soft and deadly whisper which echoed around the tiny graveyard, only the wind's blowing created a low rustling sound of the leafs which was hardly audible. Looking around, he saw the spot where Cedric was killed, his insides burned with guilt.
"Today, the reasons which I had called fro all of you," hissed Voldemort as he paced up and down the ranks of his Death Eaters.
"Is to sniff out and hunt down, TRAITORS!" roared Lord Voldemort, causing the Death Eaters to jump as one.
A hushed whisper swept through the ranks of the Death Eaters. How exactly had Tom Marvolo Riddle recruited nearly three hundred men within one month and had them squeezed into the tiny graveyard remains a complete mystery to Harry even until now. He noticed that there was no magic casted in the ground, so how on earth Voldemort gathered his followers in ranks might never be known, unless you counted the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. Stopping in front of all, he took a great sniff at the surround air, as if trying to sniff out the guilty ones, he continued in a barely louder whisper than before.
"It's lucky though, I had Wormtail as a spy but that pathetic little rat not only failed to bring me Harry Potter, he was also caught and questioned under the truth potion. All by a sixteen year old wizard!"
This statement caused all to shiver with fear. He stopped and resumed pacing up and down the ranks of followers. And the Death Eaters waited, with trepidation hanging in the surrounding, fearing that their name would be read out by their master.
"Anyway," he continued after the long uneasy silence which seems to strike terror in all, "soon after Wormtail managed to infiltrate Hogwarts recently, he found some rather very interesting names on two traitors but failed to pass them to me."
"However, the information had landed in the hands of young Draco Mafloy who promptly sent it to his father, Lucius Mafloy and finally reached my hands," hissed Voldemort towards the Death Eaters.
He resumed pacing along the ranks of the Death Eaters. They waited, with fear and anticipation hanging in the already tense air which had lingered around the graveyard. The wind had stopped blowing and the still silent, hanging around was very unearthly, eerily and bone chilling. The next few word that came out of Tom Riddle's mouth came as a bolt from the blue to even Harry.
"Remove your mask, Igor Karkaroff and Severus Snape!" snarled Voldemort at the two masked figures directly in front of him.
Shocked because none though that Karkaroff would be either daring enough or dumb enough to return to within the folds of Lord Voldemort. Shocked as in Snape, was known within the Death Eaters, to be a spy of Lord Voldemort to spy on the Order of Phoenix. As if bided in place by the Devil's Snare, Karkaroff was unable to move a step forward while Snape was a totally different. Harry could hardly suppress a yelp of surprise. Snape's face had said it all about how he felt about Tom Riddle.
Every line, every vein, every artery and every cell on his face radiates only one thing.
Hatred.
The only look on Snape's face could match those of Dumbledore when he stunned Barty Crouch Jr. The face had released all the anger and hatred he had held in his heart for years. It is like standing near an open incinerator but the only difference is that incinerator radiates heat, light and energy. Snape's face gives out hatred and anger that could match those of Voldemort's anger towards Harry.
"Severus Snape, do you not admit that you had been passing very important information about the actions of your fellow Death Eaters?" hissed Voldemort in a voice full of venom. Then with an after though, corrected himself, "no, no. Not your fellow Death Eaters but your enemies."
'Since I'm going to die,' though Snape as he glared at Voldemort with pure, undisturbed hatred. 'Might as well go down in a blaze of glory instead of as a coward!'
"Yes," spitted Snape, at Lord Voldemort's face. "I had been passing information to the Order of Phoenix. I also passed wrong information to you!"
Voldemort calmly wiped away the spittle and hissed," So it was you. I had been wondering who is that coward."
"Yes!" snarled Snape. "I had regretted and hated the very day I ever joined the rank of your Death Eaters and you, Tom Marvolo Riddle!"
Tom Riddle's or rather Lord Voldemort face distorted with anger and fury. "Never, ever call me by that filthy Muggle name," hissed Lord Voldemort with total wrath. No one had ever called him by that name since he had resurfaced as the Dark Lord he is now. "I had placed high hopes on you, Severus. But you are such a disappointment, Snape."
The group and Harry waited with dread breath, waiting for the punishment to fall upon Snape.
"You shall pay for my disappointment, Severus. Crucio!"
TBC...
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A note from your busy Author:
Once again, I complete this chapter in a haze of rushing and revision for my GCE 'N' levels. I know, I know, I have talking non stop about my GCE 'N', but I can't possible type this story during my examination period, not unless you want me fail resulting me unable to complete this story which all of you don't want. Don't you? I know for a fact the chapters is getting shorter, bear with it please. It will get longer after I had completed my 'N' Levels. But I now really can't continue to type this story. I swear the earliest I will update is October 19. Until then, see yah!
To my reviewers:
CelticKnight (kalbarristorage@westnet.com.au): Many thanks! I will try and e-mail you, IF I find the time. I have to balance my studies and this series.
Angelis: Thanks! I will keep this up but you have to wait for a while for the next chapter.
Naia: That's the interesting part. None would have thought of Elemental god, don't they? Please take note that only the Lord of Light can summon the Elemental gods.
Cirono Night: Sorry, it was a typo error. Glad to know you like it!
The Red Dragons Order: Yah, I'm a Singaporean male. I guessed you sex by instinct. I had learn to trust as it save my skin quite a number of times(before test and exam in my revision periods). Glad to know you like it.
That's all for today
Thanks!
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
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Snape was at the castle brewing the potion when a stinging sensation at his left forearm distracted him. "Tom Riddle!" he said. 'I must complete this potion first before I go looking for the Dark Lord.' He continued to finish the potion and after bottling them, he performed the ID and was teleported to Hogwarts just when the casting of the protection wards had ended. He hurried to Harry and handed him the two bottles and showed him the Dark Mark.
"Interesting, Severus. Go and help the Order of Phoenix to spy on Dark Lord and good luck," said Harry and Dumbledore.
"Very well then," said Snape as he walked down the stairs towards the magnificent wrought-iron gate. "I shall get going."
"Good luck, Severus!" muttered the headmaster as he watched the potion master walked out of the gate and disappeared with a 'pop!' sound.
Harry then snapped out from his daze and summoned the four-element gods to him.
"Thank you, my friends," said Harry the moment the four reappeared beside him. "Do any of you have anything to report?"
Neptune stepped forward and said, "That Draco Mafloy character you had ordered..."
"Never said order, Neptune. I requested you, not ordered you. Please keep that in mind," said Harry as he held up his hand to stop the immortal from continuing.
"Yes Harry, that Mafloy looked very worried when he heard that the wards are to be recasted. He had written a letter addressed to his father. I don't have time to know what was written because you had summoned me," Neptune stopped, expecting a scolding that he will get because he did not see that letter's contents. But he was pleasantly surprise when Harry smiled and said, "My mistake. I offer my apologies, Neptune."
"Any other things?" asked Harry.
"No, not at all," replied others.
"Very well, then, I have other things to do. Oh! Before I forget, Atlas, keep a look out for Malfoy's owl and if you spot it, bring it to me," said Harry before he dismissed them and went off to join his schoolmates for dinner.
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Later that night...
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"Harry!" whispered a voice very urgently, while gently nudging him awake. Mumbling and grumbling, Harry got up and fired a stunner at the offending person before he turned back to bed. Unknown to him, the person he had tried to stun was Atlas. "My, are you grumpy," said Atlas as she avoided the stunner.
This time, she decided to do something a bit more violent although violent had never been her style. Muttering an incantation under her breath, she created a miniature tornado causing Harry to jolt awake.
"What is that for?" he grumped as he rubbed his head, glaring at Atlas all the time. The whirlwind had caused him to bum his head rather hard. Atlas stifled her laughter and without a word, handed him a letter. Still mumbling about very violent god and strange ways of waking people up, he reluctantly opened the letter. The very moment he saw the contents of the letter, he became wide-awake. Looking at Atlas for confirmation, he tried to form a complete sentence.
"This...this...is...impossible!" chattered Harry as he read down further the letter.
"Yup!" confirmed the Goddess of Wind, smiling placidly at The-Boy-Who- Lived. Harry's face had looked if not shocked, was totally staggered as colours crossed his face faster than you can blink. Atlas held up her fingers and began to tick off the colours that had gone through Harry's face.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..." counted Atlas as the colour raced each other crossed his face.
"One hundred and ten, one hundred and eleven," she is still counting as the colours changed and finally stopped at an ashen white grey.
"Finally," said the Goddess as the colour stopped changing. "Harry! Do you know that there was not a person who I had seen have so much colours at his dispose," grinned the feminine figure not at all worried.
"Never mind that! I have got to go, Atlas. Alert others and track me down AFTER you had get them," said Harry as he pulled up his cloak.
"Why, Harry? What the hurry?" asked Atlas, still grinning. "You know that fellow don't like you!"
"That is not the point.," snapped Harry as he retrieved his wand from his pajamas. "Go, NOW!"
As he clasped the buckle together, he saw the Goddess disappear. With a silent muttering, Harry opened a portal and stepped into it. He landed with a light 'thud!' and stood up. He recognised the place, he will never in his life ever forget this place.
This was the place where Harry had wished not to come again in his entire life.
This place was where the Tom Marvolo Riddle was resurrected at the Third Task of the Tri-Wizard tournament.
This was also the place where Wormtail killed Cedric Diggory, the real Hogwarts Champion.
This was the place where he saw ghostly form of his parents coming out of a wand, thirteen inches, yew.
This was the place where he once again defied Lord Voldemort and escape hands of Death.
This was, the graveyard at Little Hangleton.
At his position, he could see a large of masked people which he recognised at once.
Death Eaters.
"Welcome back, Death Eaters," whispered Lord Voldemort towards the group of masked wizards in front of him. the Death Eaters, Harry noticed, was lined according to their time and rank in the service of the Lord Of Darkness. Other then Lord Voldemort's soft and deadly whisper which echoed around the tiny graveyard, only the wind's blowing created a low rustling sound of the leafs which was hardly audible. Looking around, he saw the spot where Cedric was killed, his insides burned with guilt.
"Today, the reasons which I had called fro all of you," hissed Voldemort as he paced up and down the ranks of his Death Eaters.
"Is to sniff out and hunt down, TRAITORS!" roared Lord Voldemort, causing the Death Eaters to jump as one.
A hushed whisper swept through the ranks of the Death Eaters. How exactly had Tom Marvolo Riddle recruited nearly three hundred men within one month and had them squeezed into the tiny graveyard remains a complete mystery to Harry even until now. He noticed that there was no magic casted in the ground, so how on earth Voldemort gathered his followers in ranks might never be known, unless you counted the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. Stopping in front of all, he took a great sniff at the surround air, as if trying to sniff out the guilty ones, he continued in a barely louder whisper than before.
"It's lucky though, I had Wormtail as a spy but that pathetic little rat not only failed to bring me Harry Potter, he was also caught and questioned under the truth potion. All by a sixteen year old wizard!"
This statement caused all to shiver with fear. He stopped and resumed pacing up and down the ranks of followers. And the Death Eaters waited, with trepidation hanging in the surrounding, fearing that their name would be read out by their master.
"Anyway," he continued after the long uneasy silence which seems to strike terror in all, "soon after Wormtail managed to infiltrate Hogwarts recently, he found some rather very interesting names on two traitors but failed to pass them to me."
"However, the information had landed in the hands of young Draco Mafloy who promptly sent it to his father, Lucius Mafloy and finally reached my hands," hissed Voldemort towards the Death Eaters.
He resumed pacing along the ranks of the Death Eaters. They waited, with fear and anticipation hanging in the already tense air which had lingered around the graveyard. The wind had stopped blowing and the still silent, hanging around was very unearthly, eerily and bone chilling. The next few word that came out of Tom Riddle's mouth came as a bolt from the blue to even Harry.
"Remove your mask, Igor Karkaroff and Severus Snape!" snarled Voldemort at the two masked figures directly in front of him.
Shocked because none though that Karkaroff would be either daring enough or dumb enough to return to within the folds of Lord Voldemort. Shocked as in Snape, was known within the Death Eaters, to be a spy of Lord Voldemort to spy on the Order of Phoenix. As if bided in place by the Devil's Snare, Karkaroff was unable to move a step forward while Snape was a totally different. Harry could hardly suppress a yelp of surprise. Snape's face had said it all about how he felt about Tom Riddle.
Every line, every vein, every artery and every cell on his face radiates only one thing.
Hatred.
The only look on Snape's face could match those of Dumbledore when he stunned Barty Crouch Jr. The face had released all the anger and hatred he had held in his heart for years. It is like standing near an open incinerator but the only difference is that incinerator radiates heat, light and energy. Snape's face gives out hatred and anger that could match those of Voldemort's anger towards Harry.
"Severus Snape, do you not admit that you had been passing very important information about the actions of your fellow Death Eaters?" hissed Voldemort in a voice full of venom. Then with an after though, corrected himself, "no, no. Not your fellow Death Eaters but your enemies."
'Since I'm going to die,' though Snape as he glared at Voldemort with pure, undisturbed hatred. 'Might as well go down in a blaze of glory instead of as a coward!'
"Yes," spitted Snape, at Lord Voldemort's face. "I had been passing information to the Order of Phoenix. I also passed wrong information to you!"
Voldemort calmly wiped away the spittle and hissed," So it was you. I had been wondering who is that coward."
"Yes!" snarled Snape. "I had regretted and hated the very day I ever joined the rank of your Death Eaters and you, Tom Marvolo Riddle!"
Tom Riddle's or rather Lord Voldemort face distorted with anger and fury. "Never, ever call me by that filthy Muggle name," hissed Lord Voldemort with total wrath. No one had ever called him by that name since he had resurfaced as the Dark Lord he is now. "I had placed high hopes on you, Severus. But you are such a disappointment, Snape."
The group and Harry waited with dread breath, waiting for the punishment to fall upon Snape.
"You shall pay for my disappointment, Severus. Crucio!"
TBC...
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A note from your busy Author:
Once again, I complete this chapter in a haze of rushing and revision for my GCE 'N' levels. I know, I know, I have talking non stop about my GCE 'N', but I can't possible type this story during my examination period, not unless you want me fail resulting me unable to complete this story which all of you don't want. Don't you? I know for a fact the chapters is getting shorter, bear with it please. It will get longer after I had completed my 'N' Levels. But I now really can't continue to type this story. I swear the earliest I will update is October 19. Until then, see yah!
To my reviewers:
CelticKnight (kalbarristorage@westnet.com.au): Many thanks! I will try and e-mail you, IF I find the time. I have to balance my studies and this series.
Angelis: Thanks! I will keep this up but you have to wait for a while for the next chapter.
Naia: That's the interesting part. None would have thought of Elemental god, don't they? Please take note that only the Lord of Light can summon the Elemental gods.
Cirono Night: Sorry, it was a typo error. Glad to know you like it!
The Red Dragons Order: Yah, I'm a Singaporean male. I guessed you sex by instinct. I had learn to trust as it save my skin quite a number of times(before test and exam in my revision periods). Glad to know you like it.
That's all for today
Thanks!
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
