Harry Potter and the awakening of the elves by Midnight rulers
CHAPTER ONE - Evil plans
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or any character. I do not intend to use this story for a commercial purpose.
In a manor, somewhere in the north of England, someone known by the name of Voldemort was standing in his quarters, thinking about a long- forgotten subject - the boy-who-lived, Harry Potter.
It had been a long time since any news had gotten to him about Harry Potter. The last time he remembered someone mentioning his name was five years ago, in a meeting, when his spies had found out that Albus Dumbledore, his fiercest enemy, was Potter's secret keeper. Of course, at the time, he completely ignored why someone as powerful as Dumbledore would want to protect a mere child. It had been hard news, because he knew that whatever he did, Dumbledore would be safely hidden at Hogwarts, thus rendering impossible to find the boy's whereabouts.
But today, this was about to change.
For this day would be the 5th year since the Fidelius charm was cast on Harry James Potter, which meant it would need to be renewed to work properly.
And fortunately his spies had found the hour when Dumbledore would come back to cast the spell, and had established that there would be about ten minutes between the ending of the spell, and its renewal.
It was enough to kidnap Potter and bring him to his fortress. He had already fixed the proper locating spells that would tell him the exact address of Potter after the Fidelius charm's expiration. A group of his most highly skilled death eaters, that would be led by Lucius Malfoy, his right-handed man, was ready for action at the edge of his anti-apparition ward.
But right now, he was about to enter his meeting chambers, where he would review his plan one last time, to make sure it was flawless.
As he entered, all his servants swept to their feet, greeting his entrance with the utmost respect. He sneered at them.
" Tonight, my death eaters, one more obstacle will stand out of my way. Tonight, we will rid the world of this lucky infant, Harry Potter." He watched in contentedness as they cheered at his affirmations. " Tonight, we will kidnap the Potter boy, and bring him here, where we can make him get what he has always deserved" Humongous cries of cheering wailed trough to chamber ' Fools' he thought ' how easily they can be controlled.'
" Lucius, how are going the preparations?" he asked to a figure situated in his inner circle.
"Our squad is ready to strike my lord, we only await your command" the figure replied, bowing slightly, head hung in respect.
" You shall only move when you receive the order, is that understood?"
" Yes my lord"
" Very well" he said, then continued in a louder voice" WHAT ARE YOU ALL WAITING FOR? MOVE!"
He watched as they all filed out of the room, seemingly afraid of staying in his presence any longer. ' Finally', he thought ' Tonight, Harry Potter will be mine'
***
At number four, Privet Drive, everything was running normally. The Dursley were watching television, and Harry Potter was sitting in his cupboard, as usual. Today he had been lucky; he was able to get juice instead of water for dinner. 'Not that it makes any difference when the juice is expired' he thought, as he sat there, marveling about how much his hair needed cleaning, since the dust from the cupboard fell over him each time Dudley descended the stairs. To increase the trouble, his hair refused any kind of brush, staying always messy, sticking to dust even more.
Currently, he was trying to sleep, and, failing miserably, resented on hearing his cousin wailing for some candies.
" MUMMY, ME WANT CHOCOLATE!" Dudley, the Dursley' son bellowed, pointing a glistening chocolate wrapping.
" But duddykins dear, you already ate all the chocolates mummy and daddy bought you for your birthday" Responded Petunia, Harry's aunt
" ME WANT CHOCOLATE!! DUDY WANT CHOCOLATE!!" he said, beginning one of his famous temper tantrums, where he would usually end up breaking a piece of furniture.
'God' he thought, 'Dudley is older than me and he can't even speak correctly.' As he tried to fall asleep again, he heard a sound of crashing coming from the kitchen.' Well, another broken furniture. I wonder if it was a chair or the table this time' Then, hearing another crash, slightly stronger, he added ' Or maybe both'
Finally convinced by Dudley's breaking frenzy, his aunt resented at giving some chocolate, making the home silent again, allowing Harry to turn around in his makeshift bed, then falling into a light and uncomfortable slumber.
***
"Only three minutes left" Lucius Malfoy announced to his band of Death Eaters "And then we will get the address of the Potter boy"
"How much time do we have?" asked Dolohov, a death-eater engaged in the assault
"We will have ten minutes after the address appears to take the Potter boy out of wherever we have to go, and bring him to the headquarters."
"Why can't we stay more than ten minutes? Even if some Aurors show up, we could take them out easily." said another death eater.
"Fool!! Do you think that an Auror will come to cast a Fidelius charm? Dumbledore himself will be there, and we stand no chance against him!! We simply can not fail to bring Potter within ten minutes!"
"What if we do?" asked a young death-eater, apparently on his first mission but who was rather talented for his age according to Malfoy, therefore selected to participate in the mission.
"If that is the case, then we are as good as dead..." At those words, many people could be seen shivering slightly, even if it was the middle of the summer.
As the group waited, seconds passed slowly, until finally a parchment disposed on the table began to glow slightly, ink being etched on its surface, until finally words formed: i4, Privet Drive, Surrey./i
"GO! WHAT ARE YOU BUNCH OF IDIOTS WAITING FOR? HURRY UP!! " bellowed Malfoy.
Several loud cracking noises followed Malfoy's order that consequently left the room deserted.
It had begun.
CHAPTER ONE - Evil plans
Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or any character. I do not intend to use this story for a commercial purpose.
In a manor, somewhere in the north of England, someone known by the name of Voldemort was standing in his quarters, thinking about a long- forgotten subject - the boy-who-lived, Harry Potter.
It had been a long time since any news had gotten to him about Harry Potter. The last time he remembered someone mentioning his name was five years ago, in a meeting, when his spies had found out that Albus Dumbledore, his fiercest enemy, was Potter's secret keeper. Of course, at the time, he completely ignored why someone as powerful as Dumbledore would want to protect a mere child. It had been hard news, because he knew that whatever he did, Dumbledore would be safely hidden at Hogwarts, thus rendering impossible to find the boy's whereabouts.
But today, this was about to change.
For this day would be the 5th year since the Fidelius charm was cast on Harry James Potter, which meant it would need to be renewed to work properly.
And fortunately his spies had found the hour when Dumbledore would come back to cast the spell, and had established that there would be about ten minutes between the ending of the spell, and its renewal.
It was enough to kidnap Potter and bring him to his fortress. He had already fixed the proper locating spells that would tell him the exact address of Potter after the Fidelius charm's expiration. A group of his most highly skilled death eaters, that would be led by Lucius Malfoy, his right-handed man, was ready for action at the edge of his anti-apparition ward.
But right now, he was about to enter his meeting chambers, where he would review his plan one last time, to make sure it was flawless.
As he entered, all his servants swept to their feet, greeting his entrance with the utmost respect. He sneered at them.
" Tonight, my death eaters, one more obstacle will stand out of my way. Tonight, we will rid the world of this lucky infant, Harry Potter." He watched in contentedness as they cheered at his affirmations. " Tonight, we will kidnap the Potter boy, and bring him here, where we can make him get what he has always deserved" Humongous cries of cheering wailed trough to chamber ' Fools' he thought ' how easily they can be controlled.'
" Lucius, how are going the preparations?" he asked to a figure situated in his inner circle.
"Our squad is ready to strike my lord, we only await your command" the figure replied, bowing slightly, head hung in respect.
" You shall only move when you receive the order, is that understood?"
" Yes my lord"
" Very well" he said, then continued in a louder voice" WHAT ARE YOU ALL WAITING FOR? MOVE!"
He watched as they all filed out of the room, seemingly afraid of staying in his presence any longer. ' Finally', he thought ' Tonight, Harry Potter will be mine'
***
At number four, Privet Drive, everything was running normally. The Dursley were watching television, and Harry Potter was sitting in his cupboard, as usual. Today he had been lucky; he was able to get juice instead of water for dinner. 'Not that it makes any difference when the juice is expired' he thought, as he sat there, marveling about how much his hair needed cleaning, since the dust from the cupboard fell over him each time Dudley descended the stairs. To increase the trouble, his hair refused any kind of brush, staying always messy, sticking to dust even more.
Currently, he was trying to sleep, and, failing miserably, resented on hearing his cousin wailing for some candies.
" MUMMY, ME WANT CHOCOLATE!" Dudley, the Dursley' son bellowed, pointing a glistening chocolate wrapping.
" But duddykins dear, you already ate all the chocolates mummy and daddy bought you for your birthday" Responded Petunia, Harry's aunt
" ME WANT CHOCOLATE!! DUDY WANT CHOCOLATE!!" he said, beginning one of his famous temper tantrums, where he would usually end up breaking a piece of furniture.
'God' he thought, 'Dudley is older than me and he can't even speak correctly.' As he tried to fall asleep again, he heard a sound of crashing coming from the kitchen.' Well, another broken furniture. I wonder if it was a chair or the table this time' Then, hearing another crash, slightly stronger, he added ' Or maybe both'
Finally convinced by Dudley's breaking frenzy, his aunt resented at giving some chocolate, making the home silent again, allowing Harry to turn around in his makeshift bed, then falling into a light and uncomfortable slumber.
***
"Only three minutes left" Lucius Malfoy announced to his band of Death Eaters "And then we will get the address of the Potter boy"
"How much time do we have?" asked Dolohov, a death-eater engaged in the assault
"We will have ten minutes after the address appears to take the Potter boy out of wherever we have to go, and bring him to the headquarters."
"Why can't we stay more than ten minutes? Even if some Aurors show up, we could take them out easily." said another death eater.
"Fool!! Do you think that an Auror will come to cast a Fidelius charm? Dumbledore himself will be there, and we stand no chance against him!! We simply can not fail to bring Potter within ten minutes!"
"What if we do?" asked a young death-eater, apparently on his first mission but who was rather talented for his age according to Malfoy, therefore selected to participate in the mission.
"If that is the case, then we are as good as dead..." At those words, many people could be seen shivering slightly, even if it was the middle of the summer.
As the group waited, seconds passed slowly, until finally a parchment disposed on the table began to glow slightly, ink being etched on its surface, until finally words formed: i4, Privet Drive, Surrey./i
"GO! WHAT ARE YOU BUNCH OF IDIOTS WAITING FOR? HURRY UP!! " bellowed Malfoy.
Several loud cracking noises followed Malfoy's order that consequently left the room deserted.
It had begun.