Author Note "" is for speech. () is for thoughts in the head.
I edited chap. 1 so you might want to read it again. I do not own Harry Potter. I do not make any money with this story. I am just playing in the park JKR built. Thank you to everyone who reviewed my story it really means a lot to me. I know my grammar stinks, but I live in Germany any help you give will be appreciated.
"Silence you imbecile! I cannot even trust you to swish and flick your wand when I tell you a specific time. Lord Voldemort does not show mercy to those who fail me. Wormtail why should I let you live?" sneered Voldemort as he sat upon his black onyx throne.
"My lord I did help you in the ceremony that resulted in a new body for you. I am a loyal seraaaaaaaaahhhhh," Wormtail's speech ended abruptly when Voldemort pointed his wand at Wormtail and snapped, "CRUCIO".
Shut up you pathetic man. I asked a rhetorical question. I did not want to hear your voice. Though, you are correct you were instrumental in helping create my new body." Flicking his wand Wormtail lay whimpering in a fetal position. "Now get over here you excuse for a wizard. I have a use for you.
Unable to walk, Wormtail crawled over too Voldemort, "Yes my lord, what can I do for you. Thank you, for giving me another chance to be useful to you. Your mercy is overwhelming," simpered Wormtail.
Without a warning Voldemort snatched Wormtail's left arm and jabbed his right forefinger into the dark mark "That's a good boy Wormtail not get to your spot before I decide to kill you." Snapped Voldemort as he kicked Wormtail's retreating back.
Voldemort paced the beautiful room waiting for his loyal servants to arrive, and serve him. He was not happy with his minions they had failed him. They must pay for their failures. (Why must I be surrounded by incompetence?) With a deep breath, Voldemort returned to his seat to await the arrival of his followers.
A symphony of small pops and the swooshing of robes alerted Voldemort of the coming of his death eaters. Watching closely as they took their places around him in a circle. Each falling to their knee waiting for him to acknowledge their existence. He could smell their fear as he made them wait on bent knee. The aroma was exhilarating, and reaffirmed that he was all-powerful and would rule the world.
After five minutes of reveling in his power Voldemort rose from his throne, "My loyal death eaters, I am disappointed in some of you. I have called you here to give those guilty a chance to redeem themselves." Voldemort smirked as he saw the collective shiver run up their spines. (This is power and why I will win.)
"Bella my pet, go and ready yourself and my chambers. I will have use for you later," purred Voldemort.
Bella scurried forward and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe, "Thank you my lord, I only wish to serve you in any way that you find useful." Bella retreated out of the dank chamber with a sigh of relief. She was not to be punished or tortured by her master tonight. She smiled; in fact, she would be allowed to serve him tonight not Narcissa.
Voldemort watched the retreating form with a sense of anticipation. Bella was always one who was willing to do as her lord wished in ways that always delighted him. Snapping out of his reverie Voldemort snapped, "Lucius come forward and be judged. I have two charges that you must answer."
Lucius Malfoy stepped forward and kissed his master's robe "Yes my lord, please tell me your grievances so I may be judged."
Voldemort stepped on Lucius's back "Did you not tell your son Draco to keep a low profile at Hogwarts, and ensure that his fellow Slytherins behaved and kept their distance from Umbridge?" Voldemort snapped as he ground his subordinate's face into the stone floor."
"I did tell him my lord. I swear to you I told him your instructions. I will punish him when I get home. I will remind him what insubordination earns in your service. Please do not punish me for my son's incompetence." Whimpered Lucius as he kissed Voldemort's dragon hide boot.
"Silence your sniveling Lucius. You are to be punished for not controlling that brat of yours! CRUCIO, make sure it does not happen again. The second issue is do you know where Potter ran off too when Wormtail prematurely blew up the Muggle's home? I hope for your sake you have an answer I will approve of." Voldemort lifted his wand "Well I am waiting for an answer you simpleton."
"Mercy my lord we have not found him yet, but he could not have gone far. I promise we will find and bring him to you."
"I am a merciful lord, go and find him. If he gets away from you. I promise that you will die slowly and painfully." Voldemort then turned his back on Lucius "Professor step forward I have an inquiry for you."
Severus Snape brought his mental shields up to full strength, and then stepped forward and like those before him kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe, "How may I be of service to you my lord?"
"Has Harry Potter contacted the muggle loving fool Dumbledore since this afternoon? Asked Voldemort, as he stared into Snape's eyes looking for any hidden information.
"No master, Potter has not contacted Dumbledore yet, but when he does I will contact and let you know."
"Very good dear professor, please keep up the good work. I enjoy knowing what Dumbledore's pathetic force is planning."
Voldemort felt a presence in his mind. Someone was watching what he saw, and he did not like this intrusion "Everyone leave I have more important business right now than you fools!" screamed Voldemort as he sank into his throne. "Go"
Poor Marcus Flint did not apparate quickly enough, and the last words he ever heard on this earth were Voldemort hissing, "AVADA KEDAVRA"
"Mr. Potter are you enjoying the show?" I hope you know you will die. There is no way you can beat me."
"I do not know about that Tom, I heard the prophecy before your followers showed up, and I can not wait until we meet again because I have the knowledge to kill you." Replied Harry.
"You lie boy. No one can kill me. I am immortal."
"We shall see Tom, be afraid be very afraid for you are living on borrowed time."
"Enough of this you insolent brat. Let me leave you with something that will remind you that you cannot win." Voldemort made a lightning shape with his wand and whispered something Harry could not hear, and spoke so Harry could hear, "sweet dreams Potter until we meet again,"
Harry Potter woke with a sticky wet substance oozing down his face. Touching his hand to his scar, he knew it was blood that was covering his face.
Voldemort stalked towards his inner sanctuary (Bella better serve and please me tonight or she too will feel the wrath of Lord Voldemort)