Returning
A quick note just to say when Wormtail went back to Voldeemort at the end of book 3 he contacted Malfoy who collected a group of death eaters as opposed to Voldemort calling them to him after returning. Also I apologise for my Latin grammar-the spell is wrong I know.
"Is he here?" Lord Voldemort's cold voice hissed.
"Yes my Lord. Shall I show him in?" Wormtail's weaker, more tentative voice responded.
"Did he bring it?"
"Yes master."
"Show him in."
Wormtail shuffled away only to return a moment later accompanied by a taller, hooded figure carrying a large package covered in black cloth.
"Good evening Lucius my slippery friend." Lord Voldemort greeted the hooded man; anticipation audible in his voice.
"Good evening master. I have brought it." Lucius Malfoy bowed deeply infront of the chair in which the ruined form of Lord Voldemort sat.
"No trouble I hope."
"Very little master. The bird sensed your strengthening but was prevented from returning to you. His loyalty is as strong as ever."
"Excellent. It is almost a shame to kill him. Yet he will rise again."
"Just as you will my Lord."
"Yes Lucius just as I will. To full strength and then the world will be our oyster. With my strongest ally at my right hand and all my death eaters returned to me the wizarding world will cower but I am getting ahead of myself. The bird."
Lucius Malfoy strode forward and unveiled the package he was carrying. Under the black cloth was a cage containing a large red and gold bird. The bird's eyes were dark and bottomless as if they had seen more than one could comprehend and his plume was brilliant in the darkened room as if a glow emanated from within the bird itself. When it saw Lord Voldemort's feeble form the bird began to sing, a haunting song that echoed eerily around the oak rafters of the ceiling.
"Welcome back old friend." Lord Voldemort said. "I have waited so long for this day." The phoenix flew to the back of its master's chair and perched there still singing its haunting melody. "Are we ready Wormtail?"
Wormtail had been silent throughout this scene but now he spoke in a stuttering, hesitant voice.
"Yes master it is all ready."
"Then we shall proceed."
Wormtail and Lucius Malfoy lifted the chair their master's gruesome form sat on and carried it into an adjacent chamber where several masked figures sat. As they saw the figure being carried towards them there were sounds of disgust and some moved backwards. Lucius Malfoy and Wormtail set the chair down inside a chalk circle drawn on the floor in the centre of the room and stepped aside.
"So. We are met." Lord Voldemort began. "Yet not all of us. A few, the few who lied and begged and denied me. Still you return to me, I hope with enough trust to believe me when I say that tonight. Tonight Lord Voldemort rises again." A muttering sounded from the masked figures and it grew as the death eaters realised what their master was proposing. "It has been a long road and lonely, oh so lonely when I believed I had been deserted, by you. You who swore eternal loyalty to me and then fled at a moment of weakness, a moment never to be repeated. I attempted to return to you, to receive the help I am owed by you but bodiless and powerless it proved harder than even I could have guessed. It was fortunate no that Wormtail here, in an attempt to save his own skin, stumbled across me and was able to help me in his own weak way. So I am here in front of you in a body, not the worst I have possessed in my years of exile, my 13 years." He paused to let the death eaters squirm but then continued. "It was Nagini and Wormtail who created this body for me but tonight Lucius and Lojalite return me to mine. So are you sitting comfortably?" Lord Voldemort asked in a voice that would terrify any child alive. "Then I'll begin." Lucius Malfoy stepped forwards and raised his wand over the phoenix.
"Phoenix Lacrima Sanguis" he cried and the phoenix began to cry, pearly tears that dropped to the floor, or would have if there wasn't an ornate porcelain urn waiting to catch them. After a few seconds the tears turned red, a deep ruby red and the death eaters gasped as they realised that what they were actually seein was the phoenix crying tears of his own blood. The stream grew steadily faster and the phoenix shuddered, then suddenly the tears stopped. As the last one splashed into the urn the glow that surrounded the beautiful bird died and the phoenix fell from its perch as a fiery ball that was ash by the time it hit the floor.
Wormtail picked up the urn, half full with phoenix blood and walked around to the front of the chair his face a mixture of fear and revulsion. The crouched shape of Lord Voldemort, hairless, a raw reddish black colour with feeble limbs drank from the urn then his eyes grew wide and as his hands jerked he dropped the urn with a crash. As if a piece of speeded up film the shrunken creature grew. He became tall, pale skin formed, limbs strengthened and then Lord Voldemort stood before his death eaters. His thin lips were curled in a cruel smile and his scarlet eyes wide. He drew a wand from his robes and caressed it gently with white, spider like fingers.
"Crucio" he cried and one of the death eaters began writhing. "It's good to be back." Lord Voldemort said and the death eater lay twitching on the floor. "Now let me share with you my plan."
Yet again Harry Potter awoke with his scar searing on his forehead. For a moment he thought it was this that had woken him but gradually as his brain caught up with his senses he heard barking and realised it was this that had woken him.
"Shut up" Harry moaned turning over with his pillow clamped against his ears. The barking continued however and Harry realised that it was unusually close. He got up and looked out of his window into the back garden where a large shaggy black dog sat on the lawn. "Sirius." Harry whispered filled with a warm feeling of joy at the sight of his godfather, only diluted slightly by the worry he felt for Sirius' safety. Uncle Vernon grunted in the room next door and Harry hurried downstairs to the kitchen. He fumbled with the locks but opened the back door as quietly as possible and rushed out to Sirius ignoring the dampness against his bare feet. The black dog pushed past him into the kitchen where he transformed into a gaunt man almost as shaggy as the black dog he had been.
"Harry, how've you been?"
"I'm fine." Sirius gripped Harry's shoulders and looked into his face.
"No really. How are you?"
"I'm ok." Harry said slowly. "mostly because the Dursley's are terrified you'll show up and turn them into dung beetles or something. You haven't come to do that have you?"
"Much as I'd love to, no I haven't. I couldn't miss my godson's birthday now could I? I've already missed too many."
"But what about Fudge and the dementors? You said you were well hidden in your letter."
"Well I wasn't about to risk the ministry knowing I was coming here was I? Are the Dursley's asleep?"
Harry grinned broadly. "Yeah, listen you don't fancy practising a bit of transfiguration on them do you?"
"I'd love to Harry but I can't risk doing magic here, the ministry'd pick it up and either catch me or think it was you."
"So what do you want to do then?"
"Give you your birthday present of course. It's what I came here for."
"You don't have to Sirius."
"I know that and it's nothing special, still can't show my face in Diagon Alley. Thought you might like it though." Sirius handed Harry a package wrapped in brown paper.
"Can I open it now?"
"Wait there's still an hour to go and you shouldn't open presents until your actual birthday. Besides I'd be embarrassed, it's not much."
"It doesn't have to be and it'd still be the best present I've ever had. 'cept the firebolt of course." A smile broke on Sirius' face and for a moment he looked young and handsome once again.
"I hope it's being put to good use. James would be so jealous of a broom like that. I'll try to get to a match some time."
"Where're you going to be? Isn't coming to the castle a bit risky?"
"Don't worry 'bout me. Dumbledore's fixing me up somewhere. I would stay at the castle but Dumbledore reckons we can't trust all the students. I wouldn't trust the Slytherins either anyway and Snape's still there isn't he, slimy git."
"Yeah" Harry frowned at the thought of his least favourite teacher. "Unless he got eaten over the summer" he added hopefully and Sirius laughed hollowly.
"Well I'd best be off Harry. Take care of yourself and send Hedwig if the muggles give you any trouble. By the way there's a little something in the present from your mum and dad." Sirius clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder then transformed and padded out the backdoor.
"Bye Padfoot." Harry whispered as the clock in the kitchen ticked towards midnight.
I'm sorry there wasn't any terrifying of the Dursleys, I'm trying to work out how to get them back for the way they treat Harry.
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