The Necromancer's Curse
Prologue
Sacrifical Prediction
A.L.'s memos: This is an AU and only follow to the second book of the original story. The first chapter, which you are probably reading now-, is set in the time when Voldemort is still in reign. The only warnings are for some violence and original characters. If you don't like original characters and AU's, this story isn't for you. If you're a fan of Draco Malfoy, you might like this story. (Original characters will not have as big a part as it seems.) '' signs are for thoughts. Please forgive OOC. (Although some are needed for the story.)
On with this story:
'It's happening...
It's either now or never...
I'm sorry; this is probably the only way...'
The child of nine stood up from the spot he was currently kneeling on. His gray eyes and white, blond hair glowed with an aurora of knowing truth. He lifted his head just high enough to see the Death Eaters in a circle around him and the towering figure above him-Voldemort.
"Well," the recently mentioned figure started, "what is the prediction of our next move?" His voice echoed loudly as he said this. The abandoned church they were in was pretty old, maybe about a hundred years. It was dark and gloomy, but it was the only place they could meet at such notice in such an empty town. In all reality, he didn't care. But if he wanted to make the best possible future for everyone, he would have to choose his words wisely and play his cards right.
"VERICENT!!!! I EXPECT AN ANSWER NOW!!!!"
Frightened by the sudden screech, he spoke-more like stuttered- the words which he carefully planned out a long time ago.
"L-Lord Voldemort. As much as your g-great p-p-p-powers have no lim-limit. I regret to inform you that..." he stopped right there.
'How could I word it right so that the least possible damage could be done? If he goes after all the Potter's, all hope will be lost, but if I can speak it right-I got it!'
Before the Death Eaters could look up at him questioningly and Voldemort could yell at him again, he spoke the words, which will revolutionize the war. Hopefully for the better.
" I regret to inform you that your reign will fall, because of a male of the Potter family! Nothing will stop this unless taken care of immediately!"
' This should be for the better.'
Voldemort's face changed to an expression that nobody could read. Even Vericent hadn't dared to look into the future.
"All right." Voldemort stated blankly, " Tommorrow we begin the plan to search for the Potters. Get a good night's sleep. You'll all need it tommorow when I call you. DEATH EATERS DISMISSED!"
Voldemort turned back at Vericent. He grabbed his wrist and nearly flung him to his father.
"Very good Lucius," Voldemort spoke in a taunting tone, "Your seer of a son has done well. Let's hope your other son shall do well for me in the future as well." Then, he walked away.
Vericent Prae Malfoy only stared wile he was in his father's arms. He didn't dare keep his eyes off the walking figure until he was sure he was at a safe distance.
' I'm sorry Potters. I'm sorry Dumbledore. I'm sorry everybody. I know that my prediction wasn't false; otherwise, Voldemort would have sensed it. This is the only thing that I could do to aid the light side in the war. Please...Please! Forgive me for sacrificing the life of the Potters for a better tommorow. Mark my words. I will come back at the best time to help aid all of you.'
He knew very well that if he stayed, only worse things would keep happening. So he built up the locked up courage inside of him and put his next plan into action.
Vericent snuck out of Malfoy Manor successfully. Of course, this was due to his powers as a seer. He knew exactly where to go and when. He looked back up at his home and sighed. This was the last time he will see this home. With the few belongings he brought with him on his back, he went off.
'The rest is out of my hands now. If things go as planned, then the Potters will be sacrificed for the sake of their son's life and the fall of Voldemort. If it doesn't, than at least he can't get to me to help him further. This is the best time. What happens from now on is in their hands now. I just hope things turn out for the best. Until the time I can do something, I shall stay as far away from this place and learn magic in the Middle East. I was lucky to get these tickets. Farewell everyone, please forget me.'
Prologue
Sacrifical Prediction
A.L.'s memos: This is an AU and only follow to the second book of the original story. The first chapter, which you are probably reading now-, is set in the time when Voldemort is still in reign. The only warnings are for some violence and original characters. If you don't like original characters and AU's, this story isn't for you. If you're a fan of Draco Malfoy, you might like this story. (Original characters will not have as big a part as it seems.) '' signs are for thoughts. Please forgive OOC. (Although some are needed for the story.)
On with this story:
'It's happening...
It's either now or never...
I'm sorry; this is probably the only way...'
The child of nine stood up from the spot he was currently kneeling on. His gray eyes and white, blond hair glowed with an aurora of knowing truth. He lifted his head just high enough to see the Death Eaters in a circle around him and the towering figure above him-Voldemort.
"Well," the recently mentioned figure started, "what is the prediction of our next move?" His voice echoed loudly as he said this. The abandoned church they were in was pretty old, maybe about a hundred years. It was dark and gloomy, but it was the only place they could meet at such notice in such an empty town. In all reality, he didn't care. But if he wanted to make the best possible future for everyone, he would have to choose his words wisely and play his cards right.
"VERICENT!!!! I EXPECT AN ANSWER NOW!!!!"
Frightened by the sudden screech, he spoke-more like stuttered- the words which he carefully planned out a long time ago.
"L-Lord Voldemort. As much as your g-great p-p-p-powers have no lim-limit. I regret to inform you that..." he stopped right there.
'How could I word it right so that the least possible damage could be done? If he goes after all the Potter's, all hope will be lost, but if I can speak it right-I got it!'
Before the Death Eaters could look up at him questioningly and Voldemort could yell at him again, he spoke the words, which will revolutionize the war. Hopefully for the better.
" I regret to inform you that your reign will fall, because of a male of the Potter family! Nothing will stop this unless taken care of immediately!"
' This should be for the better.'
Voldemort's face changed to an expression that nobody could read. Even Vericent hadn't dared to look into the future.
"All right." Voldemort stated blankly, " Tommorrow we begin the plan to search for the Potters. Get a good night's sleep. You'll all need it tommorow when I call you. DEATH EATERS DISMISSED!"
Voldemort turned back at Vericent. He grabbed his wrist and nearly flung him to his father.
"Very good Lucius," Voldemort spoke in a taunting tone, "Your seer of a son has done well. Let's hope your other son shall do well for me in the future as well." Then, he walked away.
Vericent Prae Malfoy only stared wile he was in his father's arms. He didn't dare keep his eyes off the walking figure until he was sure he was at a safe distance.
' I'm sorry Potters. I'm sorry Dumbledore. I'm sorry everybody. I know that my prediction wasn't false; otherwise, Voldemort would have sensed it. This is the only thing that I could do to aid the light side in the war. Please...Please! Forgive me for sacrificing the life of the Potters for a better tommorow. Mark my words. I will come back at the best time to help aid all of you.'
He knew very well that if he stayed, only worse things would keep happening. So he built up the locked up courage inside of him and put his next plan into action.
Vericent snuck out of Malfoy Manor successfully. Of course, this was due to his powers as a seer. He knew exactly where to go and when. He looked back up at his home and sighed. This was the last time he will see this home. With the few belongings he brought with him on his back, he went off.
'The rest is out of my hands now. If things go as planned, then the Potters will be sacrificed for the sake of their son's life and the fall of Voldemort. If it doesn't, than at least he can't get to me to help him further. This is the best time. What happens from now on is in their hands now. I just hope things turn out for the best. Until the time I can do something, I shall stay as far away from this place and learn magic in the Middle East. I was lucky to get these tickets. Farewell everyone, please forget me.'