Chapter One: The Strange Dream
"I'm pleased that you accepted my invitation."
Voldemort was seated on a black leather armchair in the middle of a dimly lit room. His red, cat-like pupils were rested upon a black cloaked figure standing in the shadows of the room.
"Cut the small talk human!" snapped a crystal clear voice from beneath the hood of the of the cloak, "I have better things to do than to listen to you ramble! Now, why did you summon me here?"
"Patience my good man. Lord Voldemort shall tell you all that you need to know."
In one lightning quick movement, the cloaked figure pulled out a black bow and had a deadly looking arrow aimed directly at Voldemort's forehead.
"I have the ability to kill you before you even have the chance to utter one of your silly incantations. Think about that before you start telling me to be patient!"
If it were possible, Voldemort would have paled even further than he already was. He could sense the figure's gaze from beneath the hood and it was sending chills down his spine.
Very few people made him nervous. This man was one of them.
"Alright,Alright ! You can put that thing away now!"he shouted. He didn't relax until the figure lowered his weapon. There is a man who has been a thorn in my side for too long! He has been spying for one of my greatest enemies!"
The cloaked man let out a low hiss. "This is supposed to concern me?"
"I have an assassination job for you." Voldemort stated, realizing that now was a good time for him to be blunt and just say it. "I thought that you would be perfect for the job!"
The figure laughed, pleased with what he was hearing, "Now we're getting somewhere! Tell me, what is the name of this thorn of yours?"
Voldemort grinned. "His name is S................"
Harry Potter was jerked from the dream that was rudely interrupted by a loud snore that issued from one of the beds across from him in the sixth year boys dormitory at Hogwarts.
Now he was wide awake and very ,very troubled!
