Chapter 5 is now up and ready to do. Thank you to everyone reading, and thank you to my lovely assistants, Brenda and Lily.
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Lucius awoke with a pounding headache, and the realization that his son had escaped his grasps. Draco should enjoy his freedom, while it lasts, Lucius thought, a sneer creeping across his face. For once I find him, he will only be enjoying the green bolt I send at his face.
Another thing that Lucius realized was that he was no longer sitting on the carpeted floors of the Malfoy Mansion. His face now rested against a hard stone floor.
Slowly drawing himself up, Lucius came face to face with his master, Voldemort. Immediately Lucius went back to the floor, but this time, in a bow of homage.
"Rise Lucius," came the cold hard voice of his master. "We have much to discuss."
Slowly Lucius rose, until he stood at eye level with Voldemort. "My lord..."
Voldemort raised his hand, signaling for Lucius to be silent. "As you may have already realized your son has escaped not only you, but me as well."
Lucius nodded. "He received help from a Hogwarts teacher."
Voldemort laughed softly, "Yes our old friend Severus Snape. How is he doing these days?"
Lucius growled softly. "He is a teacher a Hogwarts. I guess he's probably doing pretty well, next to that old oaf Dumbledore."
Voldemort laughed again, Lucius was starting to think that his master had lost his mind, Voldemort never ever laughed. "Master, if you don't mind me asking, what do you find so funny?"
Voldemort's face returned to its normal menacing sneer. "I didn't think such a simpleton like yourself would understand my plan."
Lucius frowned. He was Voldemort's right hand man, why would he have kept a plan from him.
Voldemort stood from his 'throne' and walked across the room to a tall book case. "Lucius have you ever heard of the Orb of Santinui?"
Lucius nodded. "Its an ancient mythical weapon. It's said to contain all of the power of the ancient powers." Voldemort nodded, but Lucius didn't understand. "But master, that weapon has never been found and thousands of people have searched for it."
Voldemort took a book from his book shelf, and walked back to his throne. "No one had this," he said pointing at the book. "This is the ancient diary of the last living earth mage. I believe his name was Merlin."
Lucius couldn't believe it. He knew that Merlin had been powerful, but to be an earth mage... that was simply to much. "But master, I thought all of the earth mages died off over ten thousand years ago."
Voldemort slowly shook his head, pulling out his wand. "You are simply a lot more stupid than you look." Aiming the wand at Lucius's head, he said, "Crucio."
Instantly Lucius's body fell to the floor, flailing his arms and legs. After about three minutes, Voldemort removed the curse, much to the gratitude of Lucius. "Lucius," Voldemort said, the words escaping his lips like a slow hiss, "if you are going to stay as my right hand man, than you need to try to keep up."
Lucius nodded, bowing low to his master. "I am sorry."
Voldemort shook his head. "Don't be sorry, be ready to fight. Merlin was not actually a full blooded Earth mage, otherwise he would have been the last wizard to be able to do wand-less magic. And as everyone knows, Merlin carried his wand with him at all times.
when someone is speaking and they are saying more than one paragraph then you don't have to put the end quote until the end of their final paragraph. So, above, i took off the quote mark because i assumed Voldemort was still talking
"In his diary he leaves large explanations about how long he searched for the orb." Voldemort opened the book, turning to one of the last pages. "The last pages speak of how close he was coming to the orb, but somehow it was slipping through his grips. Here let me read you some."
April 6, 1372
I have reached Stonehenge, and much to my dismay the orb is not here. I am surprised that all my clues pointed to this one location, and yet it is no where to be found.
But there is something interesting I found. Though I can not give the exact location (for when someone else continues my work), it is the hardest to see clue.
There is an inscription that reads, "βλπω (blepo) κάτω (kato) μας (mas)" Though it is not strange what the inscription says, it is strange what language it is written in.
It has been established for many hundred thousand years that the ancestors of the Welsh and English had built Stonehenge. But the inscription here is written in an ancient form of Greek.
Though my Greek is a tad bit rusty, I believe this says, "Look beneath us." Which from where I stand makes no sense whatsoever. Stonehenge is a large set of rocks, believed to have been used for sun worshiping. I see no possible way of getting 'beneath' its rocks. I have cast several de-cloaking spells, and numerous charms to reveal any hidden entrances, but have found nothing.
I have come to the point of abandoning my quest for the orb. I am starting to believe that I have lead myself this far, only to fail at the greatest point possible.
So I have left every clue I have ever found within his journal. If anyone is to ever find this, know that the clues are here, just that this old mind can no longer see them.
Voldemort lowered the book, looking at Lucius. "This is the second to last page that was written. The last page is written right before his death, and it is in a different hand-writing than the rest of the book. So I believe he had someone scribe it for him."
"Most of the writing on the last page is simply his wishes for the good in everyone to continue forever, his will to his last remaining child, and his hopes that someone will someday find the orb."
"But one thing he wrote did interest me."
Though I could not see it earlier in my years, I realized where I went wrong, but now on my deathbed it does me no good. The writing that was upon the stones, I mistranslated what I said. The runes actually read, "βλπω (blepo) πραν (peran) μας (mas)" which means, "Look beyond us."
All my years of searching and the answer was right in front of me. So now in my last efforts for my work not to be lost, I have instructed my workers to inscribe the last clue I have on the inside of my mausoleum.
Know that what you seek, is where I lie.
"That is his last words. After this the writer records that Merlin has died, at the age of 354, more than the average age of a wizard."
Lucius stared up at his master. "But I do not understand, Merlin's body was forever lost, no one knows where his ancient mausoleum lies."
Voldemort shook his head. "Once again Lucius you have showed how unworthy you truly are." Voldemort once again pointed his wand at Lucius, muttering, "Crucio."
After about five minutes, Voldemort removed the curse, and continued on with his speech. "No one, to this day, has found where Merlin's body is. But I intend to change that. I know that Merlin has the clue that I need to find the orb."
Lucius nodded. "I will not fail you master."
Voldemort nodded. "No, you wont." And with that final word, Lucius apparated out of the room.
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Harry awoke with a pounding headache. Shortly after breakfast, he had returned to his room for a longer nap. From where the sunlight was entering the room, Harry guessed that it was close to time for supper.
Pulling himself slowly out of bed, he made his way over to the door to his room. Yawning loudly, he made his way out of the Gryffindor tower, and headed for supper.
Upon entering the Great Hall, he received the biggest shock he had ever had in his life.
Sitting across the room, at the circular table, was none other than Draco Malfoy.
Harry couldn't believe this. Was it a dream come true? Or was he still lying in his bed, half asleep?
Walking over to the table, he seated himself next to Dumbledore. When Draco looked up, Harry caught his eyes. They sat there for a moment, before Draco's mouth turned up into its ever so popular sneer.
Harry immediately looked away. Apparently nothing had changed between them. The place where he had met Draco had only been a dream, and his hopes of befriending the blonde was only a misleading belief.
Suddenly his dream about Voldemort came streaming back. Immediately he reached up, grabbing Dumbledore's robe. "Professor, I need to speak with you, in private."
Dumbledore nodded, rising from his seat, and ushering Harry out of the room. They reached the gargoyle, in what Harry considered to be record time.
"Explosive Gumballs," Dumbledore said, then looked down at Harry, with the same twinkle in his eye.
Climbing quickly up the stairs, Dumbledore was soon seated as his desk, with Harry sitting across from him. "So Harry, what was so urgent?"
Harry took a deep breath, than began to retell what he had seen in his dream. When he was done, all he could do was stare up into the eyes of the school headmaster.
After a long pause, Dumbledore cleared his throat and began. "Well although I believe that Voldemort could have placed this dream in your head, I doubt that he would purposefully give away such important information."
Dumbledore stood, walking the length of his office, and back. "If it was planted by Voldemort he may be trying to trick us into believing he is trying to find something that doesn't exist, throw us off the trail.
"But if he didn't plant this, and everything you saw was the real thing, than we may be in more trouble than we could have ever imagined."
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Sorry for such a dull chapter, but if I left Voldemort out for much longer, we would not be in for much of a conflict now would we. Hehehhehehehehehehe
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