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"Personally, keep it a secret. I want to see Malfoy's face as well as the Slytherin Quidditch team's face when the whole team comes out on Firebolts," whispered Harry before he stood up and casted the Sound- Magnifying charm.
"We are currently holding the Quidditch tryouts, we are looking for a complete group of 3 Chasers, 2 Beaters, Seeker and two Keepers. Those who are interested please report to the Angelina Johnson at Quidditch pitch after three in the afternoon today, Thank you," Harry said before he ended the enchantment. He finished his breakfast and went for his lesson, which was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
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Harry and his friends stood out side the Defense Against the Dark Art classroom silently when Ron broke it.
"Said, who is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" asked Ron.
"Dunno," replied Harry.
"Then let us review all the past teachers, shall we? In our first year, we have a sputtering teacher who appears to be so scared of his subject but he turns out to have helpless spirit of You-Know-Who under his big purple turban. Second year, we have to deal with a phony teacher who doesn't even know his subjects. He even had Harry's bone removed after Harry broke it during a Quidditch match. However, we do have some one who was very - er - rather fond of him and kept defending him," said Ron, throwing a look, which seems to say You-Know-Who-We-Are-Talking-About at Hermione.
"Please continue, Mr Ronald Weasley," said Hermione through clenched teeth. Her hand closed into fists and seems to restraint herself to plant in into the face of Ron. Ron grinned and continued.
"Third year is my favorite teacher, but rather unfortunately he is a were- wolf and he had ran amok in the ground one night and have to quit. Just last year, we had a nutter who appears to be a retired Auror but turns out one hell of a loyal Death Eater of You-Know-Who who in Polyjuice potion."
"It seems that you have a rather interesting history of Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers," said Janet and her friends lightly.
"Maybe," shrugged Harry when the door of the classroom opened abruptly by a youthful face.
"Hello, there. Come in," said the lady.
'That voice! Impossible!' thought Harry. 'Mrs. Figg? The muggle at Privet Drive 25?'
Harry and his friends moved into the classroom and sat down at their usual place. Professor Figg walked to the teacher's desk and pulled out the register and started calling out the names of the students. After the last student declared they are present, she started lesson.
"As all of you are well aware of the fact that Lord Voldemort," the class except Harry flinched. "We may have to deal with a large variety of Dark Creatures under his leadership..."
The lesson went on without much problems, which they was taught how to deal with trolls. Harry recalled their year one at Hogwarts and gave the example of planting one's wand into the nostril of the troll, much to the sniggering of the class. Soon the lesson ended and was followed by the Potion lesson.
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"Man!" exclaimed Ron the moment he stepped out of the dungeon. "It's a first that Snape actually awarded point to you, Hermione!"
Grinning like a manic, she said, "Maybe it is a good thing that Harry had rescued Snape from You-Know-Who."
"For the first time," grinned Janet as the group proceeded to Great Hall for their lunch. "Gryffindor didn't lose any point and Slytherin lost thirteen points. This has to go down in 'Hogwarts, A History'!"
Snape's attitude towards other house had changed radically. He is now fairer and not longer biased after Harry rescued him and his fiancée from Tom Riddle. Harry personally doubts that Slytherin will be within range to win the House Cup. Malfoy, he noticed was very angry for some reason. As Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and began to pile food onto his plate, a scream shattered the silence of the Great Hall. Along with it burnt his scar.
'Alright! Riddle is too much!' thought Harry as he stood up. The next thing he saw made him gasped. Tom Marvolo Riddle, for some strange reasons, had turned to Muggle technology much to the amazement of Harry and his friends and the teachers. He had created what Harry and the rest of the Muggle-born recognised as a Virtual Image projecting device. A letter, which was at the end of the Slytherin table, was projecting the Lord of Darkness head and voice. Voldemort's head loomed menacingly about the Slytherin table. The three-dimensional image looked around and laughed. So cold and high was his laughter that glasses around the Hall shattered. Then he spoke, in Parseltongue, ~Well Harry, like my new creation? I admit that although I hated Muggles and Muggle-borns, I have to say their technology can be very useful as it prevents magical tracking. This device also allows me to have a little chat with you. ~
~What do you want?~ Harry hissed back the image, ignoring the stabbing pain at his scar which burned dully.
~All I want you to know is that I'm back and I will kill all those who stand in my way...~
~Cut the crap! That is nothing new. Anything else, Riddle?~
~Don't call me by that filthy Muggle name!~ the virtual image of the red- eyed head hissed angrily.
~I can call you what I want!~ declared Harry. ~I'm not a coward like you who have to hide behind a false name.~
~So be it, Lord of the Light. My message is clear; this is your last chance! Join me or die.~
~I will not gave away the love of my mother to a bastard like you!~ spat Harry. ~And the day I joined the Dark Side is the very day I die under my own wand, you *Censored!*~
~Language, language, Harry.~ said Voldemort. ~You have been given a chance to live but you chose Death, may that be your final path to HELL! Haha!~
Voldemort's face faded away at once as the letter burned to nothing less. The school turned to Harry who walked calmly to the Headmaster and engaged in a silent conversation, which ended fairly fast. Dumbledore stood and declared that everyone was to continue his or her lesson. He and Harry then disappeared into the side room.
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The days' lessons finally ended. The whole of Gryffindor appeared at the Quidditch pitch to witness the choosing of the Keeper as well as the reserve team. Angelina and Alicia had the Chasers to be lined up while Fred and George lined up the future Beaters. Harry had the Gryffindor Keepers and seekers want-to-be line up. Angelina paced up and down the row of Gryffindor, cleared her throat and announced, "As you all had been informed, we will be holding the Quidditch try-outs now. I will explain your various tests you will have to encounter."
"First, all chasers and keepers will be test on their skills and confidence on a broomstick, then we will test your skills in handling of the Quaffle and avoiding the Bludgers. Fred Weasley will act as the temporary keeper while George Weasley will be the beater. Beaters, you will have to wait until they are finished. As for the seekers, you will have to see Harry Potter at my right hand side pitch to have your skills tested out. Very well then, I will hand you over to your respective trainers."
Harry looked down at his list of seekers who will be trying out and was surprised that Colin and Dennis was one of the few. The six prospective seekers walked up to Harry who nervously cleared his throat.
"Very well my friends, you have chosen to be the next star seeker of Gryffindor. I hope that you will live up to it. First thing first, you can put away your brooms. Everyone in the Gryffindor will be using the Firebolt." This statement caused the group to looked at each other with their eyebrow raised.
"We will go according to your surname. Stephanie Andrews, third year. Here, grab this," said Harry as he tossed his Firebolt to the surprised girl who caught it at once. She mounted the broom at once and awaited Harry's signal. "Now listen all of you. When I release the Golden Snitch, you wait for my signal before you go looking for it. Catch it and bring it back to me. I will be timing you and I will select the best person with the best timing. Is that understood? Good."
Harry released the Golden Snitch and watched it soared into the sky. He waited for one minute before he shouted, "Go!"
The young girl rose into the air and started looking for the exclusive Golden Snitch. Harry was able to keep track of the Snitch as well as the magic from his Firebolt. After a few minutes of weaving round the pitch, Stephanie managed to capture the Snitch.
"Colin Creevey, you are next!"
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"So, what is the Chosen one for keeper?" Harry asked the moment the Tryout had ended. Angelina took out her stack of parchment and browsed through it before coming to a stop. She then announces that the new Keeper is Dean Thomas. He was the only one who managed to dodge the bulgers and have a perfect score of 20/20. This new came as a surprise to Harry as Dean was a football manic.
"Was he tested on a Firebolt?" interrupted Harry.
"Yes!"
"And the reserve team?"
"All chosen. We will be having out training on Firebolts everyday in the morning. The Slytherin will be in for a surprise! You will know them later after I post it up on the board in the Common Room."
"Time for dinner!" declared Katie Bell and dashed out of the changing room before anyone could stop her. The rest of the team followed her to the Great Hall. Harry moved to his traditional seat beside Ron and Hermione and ate in silence. Ron then spoke up, "Harry? What's wrong with you? You are acting very weird recently."
"Er...Ron, I don't how to break this to you but..."
"What? Don't tell me that you are going out with Hermione behind my back?" questioned Ron with his eyebrow raised.
"Ron!" said Hermione as she smacked him on his arm playfully. "This is serious!"
"Sirius? Where?" Ron continued as he pretended to look for a large shaggy dog. Hermione and Harry could hardly resist slapping him.
"Ron, look. I am assigned to take Advance classes of Potions, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration. I'm also the assistant to Flitwick in the new Dueling Club," Harry said quietly.
"Oooooh! Congratulations, Harry!" squealed Hermione.
"Good on you and welcome to Hell," said Ron and clapped his hand. "I don't fancy getting into advanced lessons."
"Why welcome to hell, Ron?" asked Hermione. Ron rolled his eyes and started debating with himself which Fire element spell he should use.
"What Ron means," cuts in Harry. "Advanced Classes are very hard."
"They are not that bad!" said Hermione in mock anger.
"Drop that look or I'll have you barbequed, toasted and roasted," growled Ron in mocking toning.
"Just you try!" snapped Hermione.
'Here we go again! Back one square!' thought Harry personally as he attacked the food in his plate. After the last morsel of food was removed, Dumbledore stood up and said, "This year, we are planning to start a Dueling Club despite the failure which we had previously. The instructor to this lesson will be Professor Flitwick. The lesson will be conducted every Friday night after dinner at third-floor corridor on the right hand side."
"That's Fluffy's old lair!" said Harry.
"On the other hand, as you all know that the Dueling Tournament will take place soon, we managed to secure an agreement for the Quidditch teams of each and every house of the other Schools to come. Which means the four Hogwarts house will be completing with the rest of the magical school's Quidditch teams. Winning team will get seven thousand Galleons!"
A roar ripped through the Great Hall only to be silent when Dumbledore casted the Silencing Charm.
"I know that you are all very excited about the news, but get a grip. Now go to bed, off you totter!"
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Later that night, Harry had a nightmare...
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Harry had lain down to sleep when suddenly he found himself landing in a strange room. Straightening up, he saw that around the room, every wall, pillar as well as the floor was covered with cravings of snakes. 'This must be the City of Darkness that Merlin inform me about,' concluded Harry. Harry then saw in the middle of the room, was a high throne which rose high above the Death Eaters. In it, sat Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as by the most of the Wizarding world, Lord Voldemort. 'I must be in the Chamber of Death, the meeting place of the City of Darkness!'
"Lucius!" roared Voldemort from his throne.
"Yes, master?"
"Had the Fallens agree to join us?" questioned Voldemort as he patted the head of Nagini. The serpent hissed slightly with a note of enjoyment.
"Yes, my Lord. The Fallens' Shaman agree at once," came Malfoy's smooth reply.
"Good. How many recruits have we lost due the attack of Harry Potter?"
Lucius Malfoy paused, afraid of the anger of Lord Voldemort the moment that he found out about the total number of Death Eater who died in the attack.
"HOW MANY?"
"Half...half...of...of...our recruits was killed," sputtered Malfoy.
"WHAT!"
"Mercy! Master! Mercy!" cried Mafloy as he prostrated himself in front of the Dark Lord. Tom Riddle's eye narrowed and he pulled out a pair of broadsword. Harry notice that the blade was sliver in colour, the handle and the hilt was lime green and was encrusted with emeralds. On a closer look, the blades were crafted to perfection with green serpents craved onto it. One blade was thicker that the other, thus heavier that the other. Harry did not understand what use does this feature have to help improve swordsmanship.
"Recognize this, Lucius?" hissed Voldemort as he stood up and fingered the blades lovingly. The elder Malfoy trembled at the sight of the sword. Voldemort moved down the steps and stood in front of Malfoy. Voldemort whirled his swords in such a way that all the Death Eaters back away nervously.
"This broadsword was crafted long time ago, by my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin himself. The blade was believed to be made from the venomous fang of a Greater Basilisk which was eradicated by later by one of the descendant of Godric Gryffindor. This pair of blades will help me master sword fight and deal with Potter. With the help of Darksol and Oddeye, I believe that I will reign as the supreme leader of the whole world, both magical and muggle," said Voldemort. Harry waited, ignoring the sizzling pain at his forehead.
"However, I wish to try out my skill with these swords now,..." hissed Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy was trembling so hard that Harry was surprised that it had cause a concussion on him. Then Voldemort threw the sword towards the left hand side. Malfoy looked relieve that he wasn't the first person to be kill by Lord Voldemort's blade. Harry's gaze followed the sword and saw it impaled upon the heart of a young boy about seven who was tied to a pillar. Harry recognised with a jolt of surprise that the boy looked like Cornelius Fudge. Then all went black as Harry woke up with a jolt.
TBC...
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A note from your Author:
Yes, I completed this chapter once again. I would like to extend my thanks to the following reviewers. They are:
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The Red Dragon Order: Thanks! It had been a long time since you update your Harry Potter and the Green Flame Touch.
Kelzery: Heehee! Malfoy is rich, but I want Harry to be richer and more powerful that Malfoys.
Harry and Hermione's Daughter: That part was just for fun. Haha! Thanks!
Mistri: Thanks!
Angelis: Thanks. The vault contains a variety of magical item lost in the passage of time. Harry will need those items in the sequel. There is also a large sum of Galleon. The magic, which guards the vault, instills fear in the heart of all magical creature, Light, Dark or neutral. This magic was casted by Merlin himself before he met King Arthur Pendragon.
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That's all folks!
So long!
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
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"Personally, keep it a secret. I want to see Malfoy's face as well as the Slytherin Quidditch team's face when the whole team comes out on Firebolts," whispered Harry before he stood up and casted the Sound- Magnifying charm.
"We are currently holding the Quidditch tryouts, we are looking for a complete group of 3 Chasers, 2 Beaters, Seeker and two Keepers. Those who are interested please report to the Angelina Johnson at Quidditch pitch after three in the afternoon today, Thank you," Harry said before he ended the enchantment. He finished his breakfast and went for his lesson, which was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
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Harry and his friends stood out side the Defense Against the Dark Art classroom silently when Ron broke it.
"Said, who is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" asked Ron.
"Dunno," replied Harry.
"Then let us review all the past teachers, shall we? In our first year, we have a sputtering teacher who appears to be so scared of his subject but he turns out to have helpless spirit of You-Know-Who under his big purple turban. Second year, we have to deal with a phony teacher who doesn't even know his subjects. He even had Harry's bone removed after Harry broke it during a Quidditch match. However, we do have some one who was very - er - rather fond of him and kept defending him," said Ron, throwing a look, which seems to say You-Know-Who-We-Are-Talking-About at Hermione.
"Please continue, Mr Ronald Weasley," said Hermione through clenched teeth. Her hand closed into fists and seems to restraint herself to plant in into the face of Ron. Ron grinned and continued.
"Third year is my favorite teacher, but rather unfortunately he is a were- wolf and he had ran amok in the ground one night and have to quit. Just last year, we had a nutter who appears to be a retired Auror but turns out one hell of a loyal Death Eater of You-Know-Who who in Polyjuice potion."
"It seems that you have a rather interesting history of Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers," said Janet and her friends lightly.
"Maybe," shrugged Harry when the door of the classroom opened abruptly by a youthful face.
"Hello, there. Come in," said the lady.
'That voice! Impossible!' thought Harry. 'Mrs. Figg? The muggle at Privet Drive 25?'
Harry and his friends moved into the classroom and sat down at their usual place. Professor Figg walked to the teacher's desk and pulled out the register and started calling out the names of the students. After the last student declared they are present, she started lesson.
"As all of you are well aware of the fact that Lord Voldemort," the class except Harry flinched. "We may have to deal with a large variety of Dark Creatures under his leadership..."
The lesson went on without much problems, which they was taught how to deal with trolls. Harry recalled their year one at Hogwarts and gave the example of planting one's wand into the nostril of the troll, much to the sniggering of the class. Soon the lesson ended and was followed by the Potion lesson.
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"Man!" exclaimed Ron the moment he stepped out of the dungeon. "It's a first that Snape actually awarded point to you, Hermione!"
Grinning like a manic, she said, "Maybe it is a good thing that Harry had rescued Snape from You-Know-Who."
"For the first time," grinned Janet as the group proceeded to Great Hall for their lunch. "Gryffindor didn't lose any point and Slytherin lost thirteen points. This has to go down in 'Hogwarts, A History'!"
Snape's attitude towards other house had changed radically. He is now fairer and not longer biased after Harry rescued him and his fiancée from Tom Riddle. Harry personally doubts that Slytherin will be within range to win the House Cup. Malfoy, he noticed was very angry for some reason. As Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and began to pile food onto his plate, a scream shattered the silence of the Great Hall. Along with it burnt his scar.
'Alright! Riddle is too much!' thought Harry as he stood up. The next thing he saw made him gasped. Tom Marvolo Riddle, for some strange reasons, had turned to Muggle technology much to the amazement of Harry and his friends and the teachers. He had created what Harry and the rest of the Muggle-born recognised as a Virtual Image projecting device. A letter, which was at the end of the Slytherin table, was projecting the Lord of Darkness head and voice. Voldemort's head loomed menacingly about the Slytherin table. The three-dimensional image looked around and laughed. So cold and high was his laughter that glasses around the Hall shattered. Then he spoke, in Parseltongue, ~Well Harry, like my new creation? I admit that although I hated Muggles and Muggle-borns, I have to say their technology can be very useful as it prevents magical tracking. This device also allows me to have a little chat with you. ~
~What do you want?~ Harry hissed back the image, ignoring the stabbing pain at his scar which burned dully.
~All I want you to know is that I'm back and I will kill all those who stand in my way...~
~Cut the crap! That is nothing new. Anything else, Riddle?~
~Don't call me by that filthy Muggle name!~ the virtual image of the red- eyed head hissed angrily.
~I can call you what I want!~ declared Harry. ~I'm not a coward like you who have to hide behind a false name.~
~So be it, Lord of the Light. My message is clear; this is your last chance! Join me or die.~
~I will not gave away the love of my mother to a bastard like you!~ spat Harry. ~And the day I joined the Dark Side is the very day I die under my own wand, you *Censored!*~
~Language, language, Harry.~ said Voldemort. ~You have been given a chance to live but you chose Death, may that be your final path to HELL! Haha!~
Voldemort's face faded away at once as the letter burned to nothing less. The school turned to Harry who walked calmly to the Headmaster and engaged in a silent conversation, which ended fairly fast. Dumbledore stood and declared that everyone was to continue his or her lesson. He and Harry then disappeared into the side room.
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The days' lessons finally ended. The whole of Gryffindor appeared at the Quidditch pitch to witness the choosing of the Keeper as well as the reserve team. Angelina and Alicia had the Chasers to be lined up while Fred and George lined up the future Beaters. Harry had the Gryffindor Keepers and seekers want-to-be line up. Angelina paced up and down the row of Gryffindor, cleared her throat and announced, "As you all had been informed, we will be holding the Quidditch try-outs now. I will explain your various tests you will have to encounter."
"First, all chasers and keepers will be test on their skills and confidence on a broomstick, then we will test your skills in handling of the Quaffle and avoiding the Bludgers. Fred Weasley will act as the temporary keeper while George Weasley will be the beater. Beaters, you will have to wait until they are finished. As for the seekers, you will have to see Harry Potter at my right hand side pitch to have your skills tested out. Very well then, I will hand you over to your respective trainers."
Harry looked down at his list of seekers who will be trying out and was surprised that Colin and Dennis was one of the few. The six prospective seekers walked up to Harry who nervously cleared his throat.
"Very well my friends, you have chosen to be the next star seeker of Gryffindor. I hope that you will live up to it. First thing first, you can put away your brooms. Everyone in the Gryffindor will be using the Firebolt." This statement caused the group to looked at each other with their eyebrow raised.
"We will go according to your surname. Stephanie Andrews, third year. Here, grab this," said Harry as he tossed his Firebolt to the surprised girl who caught it at once. She mounted the broom at once and awaited Harry's signal. "Now listen all of you. When I release the Golden Snitch, you wait for my signal before you go looking for it. Catch it and bring it back to me. I will be timing you and I will select the best person with the best timing. Is that understood? Good."
Harry released the Golden Snitch and watched it soared into the sky. He waited for one minute before he shouted, "Go!"
The young girl rose into the air and started looking for the exclusive Golden Snitch. Harry was able to keep track of the Snitch as well as the magic from his Firebolt. After a few minutes of weaving round the pitch, Stephanie managed to capture the Snitch.
"Colin Creevey, you are next!"
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"So, what is the Chosen one for keeper?" Harry asked the moment the Tryout had ended. Angelina took out her stack of parchment and browsed through it before coming to a stop. She then announces that the new Keeper is Dean Thomas. He was the only one who managed to dodge the bulgers and have a perfect score of 20/20. This new came as a surprise to Harry as Dean was a football manic.
"Was he tested on a Firebolt?" interrupted Harry.
"Yes!"
"And the reserve team?"
"All chosen. We will be having out training on Firebolts everyday in the morning. The Slytherin will be in for a surprise! You will know them later after I post it up on the board in the Common Room."
"Time for dinner!" declared Katie Bell and dashed out of the changing room before anyone could stop her. The rest of the team followed her to the Great Hall. Harry moved to his traditional seat beside Ron and Hermione and ate in silence. Ron then spoke up, "Harry? What's wrong with you? You are acting very weird recently."
"Er...Ron, I don't how to break this to you but..."
"What? Don't tell me that you are going out with Hermione behind my back?" questioned Ron with his eyebrow raised.
"Ron!" said Hermione as she smacked him on his arm playfully. "This is serious!"
"Sirius? Where?" Ron continued as he pretended to look for a large shaggy dog. Hermione and Harry could hardly resist slapping him.
"Ron, look. I am assigned to take Advance classes of Potions, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration. I'm also the assistant to Flitwick in the new Dueling Club," Harry said quietly.
"Oooooh! Congratulations, Harry!" squealed Hermione.
"Good on you and welcome to Hell," said Ron and clapped his hand. "I don't fancy getting into advanced lessons."
"Why welcome to hell, Ron?" asked Hermione. Ron rolled his eyes and started debating with himself which Fire element spell he should use.
"What Ron means," cuts in Harry. "Advanced Classes are very hard."
"They are not that bad!" said Hermione in mock anger.
"Drop that look or I'll have you barbequed, toasted and roasted," growled Ron in mocking toning.
"Just you try!" snapped Hermione.
'Here we go again! Back one square!' thought Harry personally as he attacked the food in his plate. After the last morsel of food was removed, Dumbledore stood up and said, "This year, we are planning to start a Dueling Club despite the failure which we had previously. The instructor to this lesson will be Professor Flitwick. The lesson will be conducted every Friday night after dinner at third-floor corridor on the right hand side."
"That's Fluffy's old lair!" said Harry.
"On the other hand, as you all know that the Dueling Tournament will take place soon, we managed to secure an agreement for the Quidditch teams of each and every house of the other Schools to come. Which means the four Hogwarts house will be completing with the rest of the magical school's Quidditch teams. Winning team will get seven thousand Galleons!"
A roar ripped through the Great Hall only to be silent when Dumbledore casted the Silencing Charm.
"I know that you are all very excited about the news, but get a grip. Now go to bed, off you totter!"
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Later that night, Harry had a nightmare...
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Harry had lain down to sleep when suddenly he found himself landing in a strange room. Straightening up, he saw that around the room, every wall, pillar as well as the floor was covered with cravings of snakes. 'This must be the City of Darkness that Merlin inform me about,' concluded Harry. Harry then saw in the middle of the room, was a high throne which rose high above the Death Eaters. In it, sat Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as by the most of the Wizarding world, Lord Voldemort. 'I must be in the Chamber of Death, the meeting place of the City of Darkness!'
"Lucius!" roared Voldemort from his throne.
"Yes, master?"
"Had the Fallens agree to join us?" questioned Voldemort as he patted the head of Nagini. The serpent hissed slightly with a note of enjoyment.
"Yes, my Lord. The Fallens' Shaman agree at once," came Malfoy's smooth reply.
"Good. How many recruits have we lost due the attack of Harry Potter?"
Lucius Malfoy paused, afraid of the anger of Lord Voldemort the moment that he found out about the total number of Death Eater who died in the attack.
"HOW MANY?"
"Half...half...of...of...our recruits was killed," sputtered Malfoy.
"WHAT!"
"Mercy! Master! Mercy!" cried Mafloy as he prostrated himself in front of the Dark Lord. Tom Riddle's eye narrowed and he pulled out a pair of broadsword. Harry notice that the blade was sliver in colour, the handle and the hilt was lime green and was encrusted with emeralds. On a closer look, the blades were crafted to perfection with green serpents craved onto it. One blade was thicker that the other, thus heavier that the other. Harry did not understand what use does this feature have to help improve swordsmanship.
"Recognize this, Lucius?" hissed Voldemort as he stood up and fingered the blades lovingly. The elder Malfoy trembled at the sight of the sword. Voldemort moved down the steps and stood in front of Malfoy. Voldemort whirled his swords in such a way that all the Death Eaters back away nervously.
"This broadsword was crafted long time ago, by my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin himself. The blade was believed to be made from the venomous fang of a Greater Basilisk which was eradicated by later by one of the descendant of Godric Gryffindor. This pair of blades will help me master sword fight and deal with Potter. With the help of Darksol and Oddeye, I believe that I will reign as the supreme leader of the whole world, both magical and muggle," said Voldemort. Harry waited, ignoring the sizzling pain at his forehead.
"However, I wish to try out my skill with these swords now,..." hissed Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy was trembling so hard that Harry was surprised that it had cause a concussion on him. Then Voldemort threw the sword towards the left hand side. Malfoy looked relieve that he wasn't the first person to be kill by Lord Voldemort's blade. Harry's gaze followed the sword and saw it impaled upon the heart of a young boy about seven who was tied to a pillar. Harry recognised with a jolt of surprise that the boy looked like Cornelius Fudge. Then all went black as Harry woke up with a jolt.
TBC...
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A note from your Author:
Yes, I completed this chapter once again. I would like to extend my thanks to the following reviewers. They are:
-----------------------------------------------
The Red Dragon Order: Thanks! It had been a long time since you update your Harry Potter and the Green Flame Touch.
Kelzery: Heehee! Malfoy is rich, but I want Harry to be richer and more powerful that Malfoys.
Harry and Hermione's Daughter: That part was just for fun. Haha! Thanks!
Mistri: Thanks!
Angelis: Thanks. The vault contains a variety of magical item lost in the passage of time. Harry will need those items in the sequel. There is also a large sum of Galleon. The magic, which guards the vault, instills fear in the heart of all magical creature, Light, Dark or neutral. This magic was casted by Merlin himself before he met King Arthur Pendragon.
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That's all folks!
So long!
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
