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Chapter 9 The Power that Can Leave You Powerless
There was a gathering. All the death eaters were crowded around their master. Their numbers had diminished by Dumbledore and the Order but they were enough to cause havoc. This was a special meeting. They were planning something, something awful. Harry was there in the middle. And he was filled with contempt about what was going to happen. Dumbledore was smart, but not smart enough. He was the one who would have the last word. This was just a small token of appreciation for those who were loyal to that old fool. All of them had been too foolish to actually believe him the strongest, but he was going to prove them wrong. They had believed Dumbledore could save their petty lives, well, they were wrong.
His reign of terror was once again coming. Hell was going to break free again and there was nothing his enemies could possibly do to stop him. Followed by his servants he appeared in a muggle alley. On a sign Harry read Privet Drive. That is when he realized it all. Voldemort was coming after him. With a flick of the wand Harry had all the lights off. They all moved swiftly, concealed by night's veil. Harry recognized the house in front of which they stopped. It was his house, Number 4. So, Voldemort was coming to kill him and more than sure that this dream was just a way for Voldemort to control him. Maybe Voldemort planned to kill him while Harry was watching the scene from the murderer's perspective. He tried to wake up but all these were stronger than dreams. He could not control anything here. He watched as all the Death Eaters had gathered again around their lord and then they turned... to his surprise, towards the other house. The Moore's house.
What did he have with some ordinary muggles? That is when it hit him. They weren't ordinary muggles. They must have been witches. His dreams of the last couple of nights must have been true.
The door was locked when he tried to open it and he could feel a strong power denying him entrance. With a swish of the wand it all disappeared and he entered the house. The flood of people that followed him quickly filed the room. Some noises were heard coming down the stairs. The squeaking stopped, on the last steps of the stairway stood a tall dark-haired woman. Her eyes, so blue and deep were the same of the girls in Harry's dreams. She was one and the same person. Now when her eyes fell on Voldemort again after almost twenty years he could see the same loathing and pity. Next to her stood a man, her husband.
Before the man could say or do a thing he had been killed by Bellatrix who stood next to her master. For once the cruel black witch had not tortured her victim, making it a clean death.
The blue eyed woman had not flinched. It was as if nothing had happened. Or maybe it was that had been too predictable.
'I was waiting for you, Tom Riddle.' She did not pay any attention to the others. The only one that got her utmost attention was Voldemort. As always she did not fear him. She could not fear by her nature.
'Still you will not yield to me I see.' It was always hard to keep control when those blue eyes were on him. Dumbledore had not held that power over him, not even as his teacher in his school days.
'Spirits do not have masters. Power cannot be possessed. Will cannot be broken.' She had kneeled next to her husband corpse. She could feel the life leaving him. She looked him once more in those eyes that had lost their shine. With her hand she slid the eyelids shut.
'Maybe, but flesh will have to bear the sorrow of your spirit.' He could see that beneath her calm exterior she was moaning. He had never known her capable of feeling affection towards anyone and yet now every particle of her body was screaming for release.
'All your little tricks are not what truth magic is all about. If you had listened to me the first time you would now be the greatest sorcerer and not Albus Dumbledore.'
'Albus Dumbledore, the greatest sorcerer. My little salamander you still have such high ideals. I will be quite downhearted by having to dispose of you. But, nevertheless, your presence is of no use to me so you must be destroyed.'
At his words she broke eye contact; the most unusual thing was happening to her. Something that had never happened before. She was crying. Not the usual sand fleck that a witch could shed, but real tears. She was a human now. But still her powers were greater than those of the fraud before her. She stood up and her eyes were burning fire now.
'You fool. All these years have not thought you yet that death is not the worst thing. Too weak to admit there are things far more terrible. Death is not enough for destroying a man. But you don't know that do you?' she was looking more fierce than she had before and yet she was more vulnerable than ever.
'Be quiet. I did not come here for sermons.' He could not tolerate her defying him in front of all his servants, when it was clear as day she was in no position to threaten.
'No, you came hear to relive me of it all... And I thank you for that.' At these last words spoken by the woman he could not take it anymore and although he knew it would not work he uttered the killing curse. He knew from experience, it would not hit her. He knew she was too strong for it. He even feared it would backfire. But it didn't. It hit her and a green halo was formed around her, she fell to the floor in mere seconds.
'Love is the greatest power and yet it can leave you powerless.' she uttered with her last gasp. The woman sprawled lifelessly on the ground, looking like a broken rag doll whilst the green light did not fade so quickly, it still glowed for almost five minutes. However he did not wait for it to vanish. Followed by his death eaters Voldemort left the house and personally set the house on fire while Bellatrix set the dark mark, in the sky over the flaming house. With a few sharp cracks they were all gone, leaving nothing but pain and sorrow behind them.
A.N: thanks for the reviews, though they were few.
I can't post more often at the moment, as I have a lot of projects at school and also a bad case of writers block.
And I have one little question: what is your opinion on the stories were Sirius is coming back? Honest opinion.
Chapter 9 The Power that Can Leave You Powerless
There was a gathering. All the death eaters were crowded around their master. Their numbers had diminished by Dumbledore and the Order but they were enough to cause havoc. This was a special meeting. They were planning something, something awful. Harry was there in the middle. And he was filled with contempt about what was going to happen. Dumbledore was smart, but not smart enough. He was the one who would have the last word. This was just a small token of appreciation for those who were loyal to that old fool. All of them had been too foolish to actually believe him the strongest, but he was going to prove them wrong. They had believed Dumbledore could save their petty lives, well, they were wrong.
His reign of terror was once again coming. Hell was going to break free again and there was nothing his enemies could possibly do to stop him. Followed by his servants he appeared in a muggle alley. On a sign Harry read Privet Drive. That is when he realized it all. Voldemort was coming after him. With a flick of the wand Harry had all the lights off. They all moved swiftly, concealed by night's veil. Harry recognized the house in front of which they stopped. It was his house, Number 4. So, Voldemort was coming to kill him and more than sure that this dream was just a way for Voldemort to control him. Maybe Voldemort planned to kill him while Harry was watching the scene from the murderer's perspective. He tried to wake up but all these were stronger than dreams. He could not control anything here. He watched as all the Death Eaters had gathered again around their lord and then they turned... to his surprise, towards the other house. The Moore's house.
What did he have with some ordinary muggles? That is when it hit him. They weren't ordinary muggles. They must have been witches. His dreams of the last couple of nights must have been true.
The door was locked when he tried to open it and he could feel a strong power denying him entrance. With a swish of the wand it all disappeared and he entered the house. The flood of people that followed him quickly filed the room. Some noises were heard coming down the stairs. The squeaking stopped, on the last steps of the stairway stood a tall dark-haired woman. Her eyes, so blue and deep were the same of the girls in Harry's dreams. She was one and the same person. Now when her eyes fell on Voldemort again after almost twenty years he could see the same loathing and pity. Next to her stood a man, her husband.
Before the man could say or do a thing he had been killed by Bellatrix who stood next to her master. For once the cruel black witch had not tortured her victim, making it a clean death.
The blue eyed woman had not flinched. It was as if nothing had happened. Or maybe it was that had been too predictable.
'I was waiting for you, Tom Riddle.' She did not pay any attention to the others. The only one that got her utmost attention was Voldemort. As always she did not fear him. She could not fear by her nature.
'Still you will not yield to me I see.' It was always hard to keep control when those blue eyes were on him. Dumbledore had not held that power over him, not even as his teacher in his school days.
'Spirits do not have masters. Power cannot be possessed. Will cannot be broken.' She had kneeled next to her husband corpse. She could feel the life leaving him. She looked him once more in those eyes that had lost their shine. With her hand she slid the eyelids shut.
'Maybe, but flesh will have to bear the sorrow of your spirit.' He could see that beneath her calm exterior she was moaning. He had never known her capable of feeling affection towards anyone and yet now every particle of her body was screaming for release.
'All your little tricks are not what truth magic is all about. If you had listened to me the first time you would now be the greatest sorcerer and not Albus Dumbledore.'
'Albus Dumbledore, the greatest sorcerer. My little salamander you still have such high ideals. I will be quite downhearted by having to dispose of you. But, nevertheless, your presence is of no use to me so you must be destroyed.'
At his words she broke eye contact; the most unusual thing was happening to her. Something that had never happened before. She was crying. Not the usual sand fleck that a witch could shed, but real tears. She was a human now. But still her powers were greater than those of the fraud before her. She stood up and her eyes were burning fire now.
'You fool. All these years have not thought you yet that death is not the worst thing. Too weak to admit there are things far more terrible. Death is not enough for destroying a man. But you don't know that do you?' she was looking more fierce than she had before and yet she was more vulnerable than ever.
'Be quiet. I did not come here for sermons.' He could not tolerate her defying him in front of all his servants, when it was clear as day she was in no position to threaten.
'No, you came hear to relive me of it all... And I thank you for that.' At these last words spoken by the woman he could not take it anymore and although he knew it would not work he uttered the killing curse. He knew from experience, it would not hit her. He knew she was too strong for it. He even feared it would backfire. But it didn't. It hit her and a green halo was formed around her, she fell to the floor in mere seconds.
'Love is the greatest power and yet it can leave you powerless.' she uttered with her last gasp. The woman sprawled lifelessly on the ground, looking like a broken rag doll whilst the green light did not fade so quickly, it still glowed for almost five minutes. However he did not wait for it to vanish. Followed by his death eaters Voldemort left the house and personally set the house on fire while Bellatrix set the dark mark, in the sky over the flaming house. With a few sharp cracks they were all gone, leaving nothing but pain and sorrow behind them.
A.N: thanks for the reviews, though they were few.
I can't post more often at the moment, as I have a lot of projects at school and also a bad case of writers block.
And I have one little question: what is your opinion on the stories were Sirius is coming back? Honest opinion.
