Voldemort
Chapter One
Harry Potter sprinted through the hallways, sweat dripping down his neck in a mixture of fear and exhaustion. He was wishing, no, praying, that what he had just heard, what he'd just seen, it was all not true. But it had to be. It was too clear, and the events to horrifying for it not to be.
As he was walking up from potions class, he noticed one of the doors to another dungeon was open. Unable to let his curiosity rest, he took a look inside. What he saw made his heart skip a beat. Inside, was Lucius Malfoy, communicating with someone, via floo powder. He only caught snatches of the conversation, but it was enough to convince anyone.
"Yes...Yes my lord, we are ready...Y-you are coming? But Dumbledore...Yes. No...the boy is not dead yet, I have not been able to get close enough to him. No body else has arrived yet. C-coming? A-alright, I'll wait,"
With that, Harry ran, not looking back. He had to make sure it was (or wasn't, he hoped) true. Ron and Hermione would know...
He got to the portrait of the Fat Lady and was about to mumble the password when he heard behind him,
"Harry, you look like you just ran around the castle," It was Ron. Hermione was walking by his side, her nose in a book.
"Are you alright?" She asked, noticing how white his face was. He shook his head. It wasn't a lie, he needed to know.
"I-I heard...Malfoy's dad...talking to Voldemort...with Floo Powder. Voldemort's coming...soon," he panted.
Hermione dropped her books and Ron went pale.
"We have to find Dumbledore," Ron said.
With out time to reason, Harry sprinted off again, powered by adrenaline and fear. He was going to find Dumbledore, no matter how dangerous. He scar throbbed painfully, but he ignored it. He had to find the headmaster, the only one the Dark Lord ever feared. He heard a noise and whipped out his wand, and sent a stunner in the direction he heard it from. A body fell forward, revealing it to be a death eater. If that was only the first, there were many more to come.
Soon, he started to hear voices from behind the door of the staff room, one calm and strong and the other high-pitched and mirthless.
"Well Albus, it seems that I have finally won. You of course, will die from trying to stop me all those years," the high voice said. Hearing that voice caused Harry's knees to buckle under his weight. It was Lord Voldemort.
"Tom, I have told you before, death does not matter!" Dumbledore replied.
"Well then, I will let you live... live long enough to watch me kill Young Harry, to hear his screams as he suffers, experiencing pain beyond anything you can imagine, and not be able to do anything. Then, I shall kill off every one of your staff, in front of your very eyes. Finally, after I've had my fun, I shall kill you," Voldemort replied, his voice rising with anger.
"Wormtail! Were is the boy?" he asked, turning to one of his death eaters.
"Master...we don't know yet! We positioned Crabbe in one of the hallways, and Avery is out scouting, b-but they haven't reported...sir," Wormtail replied, shivering as though in ice.
"Well then, I suggest you find him! NOW!" Voldemort said through clenched teeth.
Harry heard about 30 people, rushing towards the door of the Staff room. Harry's mind was in a brain lock. He had no clue what to do, and it seemed as though his feet were glued down to the floor. He was unable to move and Voldemort's followers were heading right his way!