Chapter 2

He just sat there in the darkness, his wand held out in front of him, ignoring the screams of the man lying in a heap on the floor.

At last he put his wand to his side, and watched the man as he laid there in a ball, twitching every now and then.

The young man in the chair looked satisfied. He has a satanic grin on his pale, white face.

"It would appear that I have finally created a curse more effective than the Crutacius Curse. Wouldn't you agree Mr. Weasley?"

They all sat in silence, taking in the terrible news Draco had just given them. James was the first to try to speak, but for once in his life, he had no words. It was a new sensation, he had, after all, came up with his Head Boy speech on the spot.

Harry shifted uncomfortably. Did the prophesy include this new Voldemort, or would they both "be at large" at the same time? His eyes asked the question, but he got no response.

Just as harry was about to say something, a wide-eyed Ron burst into the room.

"He's got Percy!" Ron yelled at them. Then he prectically collapsed into Harry's arms and looked as thought he might loose consciousness.

Ron had been up all night with a search party looking for his missing brother, and they had stumbled across some clues that could only point them in one direction, Voldemort; or possibly his Death Eaters.

"I know he's dead, I was there the night you killed him" said Ron hoarsely to Harry, after he had calmed down a bit, "but it's him, he's back, it sounds crazy, but it's true."

Harry silently pleaded with his father for permission to tell his friend what they had just learned. Ron looked as though he wasn't quite sure of his sanity. He had a right to know, and with a slight from his father, Sirius and Remus, he told Ron everything.

"How do you know?" Ron asked Harry, but before he could answer, Draco stepped out of the dark corner he'd been standing in, completely blocked from vision, and said,

"Because I've met him. And I still have a few friends in high places among his Death Eaters, such as Severus Snape."

At the sound of the name, James, Sirius and Harry flinched. Anyone could have read the hate in the eyes of James Sirius, but in Harry's the venom was less pronounced, and there was something else there, too: understanding. Also, Harry had a harder time hating him because Snape had saved his life on the night Voldemort fell.

As Lily stood holding Molly Weasley hin the rain, she couldn't help but be grateful that it wasn't Harry, Karen or Lizzy that had been taken by this new Voldemort.

They stumbled into the Potter Mansion, and Lily, after leading Molly to the comfortable couch, headed straight for the kitchen, she needed to tell the house elves to prepare enough food for at least 50 people. The entire Weasley family was coming for dinner, as well as Sirius, Remus and Peter, as usual, Dumbledore, all of the Order's Core Members, and Draco Malfoy. She never would have dreamed that a Malfoy would be eating at her table. The house would be full tonight.