"Those were dark times, Harry, dark times...", those words of Hagrid
still rang in his ears. Now that he was experiencing what Hagrid had told
him only when he was 11 years of age, he finally felt what Hagrid had tried
to explain to him. He was still as famous as ever, the ole famous Harry,
known to all good and evil.
Voldermort was not happy. Well, he never was. But this time he really wanted revenge, wanted to show all those that were on that dirty Potter's side and those who could not decide who to "worship", that he was the greatest. He wanted to prove that he was the right person to follow. Now that he had the Never-dying drought, nothing was impossible for him. With Snape, the greatest potion master of that time, by his side, he could never fail. The Malfoys, on the other hand had shrunk ranks, they were even lower down than Crabbe and Goyle. Draco had just recently gotten the mark, and Voldermort was determined to make the "best" out of him, taking advantage of the situation that Lucius could not do anything against the Dark Lord.
"My lord... my Lord..., "the same words kept repeating in his ears. The hems of his robes were getting filthier each meeting, where all the Death Eaters kissed them. But, he LOVED them so...
Voldermort was not happy. Well, he never was. But this time he really wanted revenge, wanted to show all those that were on that dirty Potter's side and those who could not decide who to "worship", that he was the greatest. He wanted to prove that he was the right person to follow. Now that he had the Never-dying drought, nothing was impossible for him. With Snape, the greatest potion master of that time, by his side, he could never fail. The Malfoys, on the other hand had shrunk ranks, they were even lower down than Crabbe and Goyle. Draco had just recently gotten the mark, and Voldermort was determined to make the "best" out of him, taking advantage of the situation that Lucius could not do anything against the Dark Lord.
"My lord... my Lord..., "the same words kept repeating in his ears. The hems of his robes were getting filthier each meeting, where all the Death Eaters kissed them. But, he LOVED them so...