Chapter Seven- Reuniting of Death Eaters
The weather had taken an unusual twist during the school year. Things were beginning to feel more negative around Hogwarts. Even more so in potions; Professor Snape had gone missing from classes.
"You're his niece, Kim. Where is he?" a girl from Slytherin asked.
"I don't know," Kim snapped.
"Yeah, sure," the girl bellowed back.
"Look, Aly, if you've got something to sayto my face, then say it. Go on!" Kim urged the girl.
Instead, the girl flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked to her seat. The Gryffinfors watched intently as Kim mellowed out. Manda, on the other hand, didn't care much as to what was going on.
"What's with you?" Ron asked her.
"Oh, it's her," Manda said nodding her head towards Kim, who was laughing and giggling with Malfoy. "She snapped at me in the entry hall the other day. Told me off right in front of that stupid git, Malfoy.We were such good friends before we came here. Now look at us."
Ron looked over at Kim and Draco. He thought to himself, 'looks like they're flirting. Two pure-bloods won't be easy to handle.'
"Don't worry about it. Just wait until she's away from the little white ferret," Ron suggested.
Potions turned into be a somewhat less-pressured lesson. A new witch, whom none of the students knew, came to teach the class. She explained new potions, which were new to even Hermione's young ears.
While things were still going fairly well at Hogwarts, a darkened, more evil plot was forming in the midst of the wizarding world. A familiar, slightly unfurnished house, began filling with occupants. Snapping noises from every angle, signaling an apparition into the house. Dark robedfigures began filing up the stairs, through the hall, and into door at the end of the hallway. One by one, they began forming a circle. A circle in which it closed around a lonely armchair, seated directly in the middle of the crowd.
"I welcome you all back," a cold, shrilly voice said.
"We came at once, master. We wouldn't have wasted a moment longer," said one of the dark robed figures.
"Excellent. Our plans remain the same, of course. Time is running swifty. Not much longer will he be protected by that imposter of a headmaster," said the cold voice.
"How shall we do it this time, sir?" a familiar voice sounded.
"Ah, Lucius, a somewhat more than faithful follower. I do believe your boy is still in?" the cold voice asked.
"Indeed, master. Same year, as a matter of fact," Lucius Malfoy replied.
"Even better. Summon your boy, Lucius. He could be our answer to finally stopping the famous Harry Potter in his tracks," the voice began. "I, Lord Voldemort, will finally rise to the top. And no one, not even Harry Potter, will be able to stop me."
The surrounding Death Eaters began laughing. Laughs that could make even an adult wizard go deaf at the very sound of it.
At the very same moment, back at Hogwarts, Harry's scar began throbbing with pain. This time, it was out for everyone to see, during dinner time. Harry held his right palm over his scar. Harry remembered the last time it was this painful. Lord Voldemort had been reborn during Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts, during the third task of the Triwizard Tournament.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Wend asked, nervously.
"No. It's my scar. I have to go. I'll see you back in common room," Harry said, before running out of the Great Hall.
Over at the Slytherin table, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle had pointed over at the Gryffindor table, holding their foreheads, poking fun at Harry. Kim had joined in with the laughing. She continued to do it, even when she saw her friends watching her.
Things were about to take an evil turn at Hogwarts. And this time, not even the professors will know what's happening.