Chapter 4 : A Girlish Voice
Thud. Harry landed on the ground and sat there, his arms throbbing from the long flight and struggle. He was thinking to himself,
'how did a dementor make it into the castle?'
'Why couldn't he fight it off?' There was some sort of power over him then and it had been controlling his wand, so he was unable to perform a good Patronus.
Now, the dark hooded creatures were multiplying. Harry had not noticed that they were slowly coming together to form a circle around him, sort of like the way the Death Eaters had in his 4th year. 'I wonder…' thought Harry, but was interrupted by the sound of a loud horse about to charge.
He quickly found the source of the neighing. To his right stood a very creepy, tall, black, devilish, almost gothic looking horse.
Upon it sat the darkest wizard of them all, Lord Voldemort. He looked as if he had recently been dug out of a grave. He was covered with dirt, pale as a ghost, nearly bald, except for two small hairs on the top of his head, which were barely visible with all the grime. Harry gazed up at him in fright, his scar burning harder than it ever had before. He clutched his wand tightly in his right hand and slowly stood up.
"Ah, Mr. Harry Potter, how nice of you to join us" said Voldemort in a tone that sounded a slight bit girlish to Harry.
"What happened to your death eaters?" Harry demanded.
"Well that's none of your business is it Potter? But perhaps I shall tell you before your death is final." He responded in an even more girlish tone. Harry looked at the ground his scar burning even more than it had before. It now surged with pain so intense that he could hardly bear it. All of a sudden his wand flew out of his hand and he fell once again to the ground, this time knocking his head on a large rock. Harry was bearing so much pain now that he was somehow growing weaker. He scrambled around and found his wand, picked it up, stood up, and once again confronted Voldemort.
"What do you want with me?" he said "and what's with the dementors?" he added in a sarcastic tone.
"Well isn't it obvious I have brought you here to kill you?" said he.
"Well no, considering I've escaped your last five attempts" responded Harry, again with a sarcastic voice.
"Well this time I WILL succeed!" shouted the Dark Lord. His voice was slowly shifting back to normal.
"Sure" said Harry mockingly after rolling his eyes. Inside he was completely terrified, though he wouldn't show it.
"Okay" he said "then where are your death eaters? and what's with the dementors?"
"Fine, I'll tell you" said Voldemort, sounding malicious and pleased at the same time.
"Well after Black died, Pettigrew turned against me and I had to kill him. So after I did, all of my followers left me and I have yet to hunt them down and kill them too, but for the time being I have put a charm on all the dementors to do as I say."
"But I thought charms only worked on people and animals" interrupted Harry.
"Mine work on everyone and everything, and that's all you need to know" replied Voldemort. "Now for your death, you should be happy" he said "you will soon be joining you dear Mother, Father, and Godfather."
After that being said, Lord Voldemort rose his wand.