Interlude - The League of Ancients
Lord Voldemort was enraged beyeond belief. For some reason he couldn't get through to Potter's mind. It was if some unseen person on the sidelines was trying to dictate what would happen, when.
"Milord, I have good news" Wormtail crept, no, crawled into the room.
"The ritual can be performed?" Voldemort asked icily.
"Yes, Milord. However there is a slight complication. The receiver has only ever survived for two more years" Wormtail stammered.
"Crucio" Voldemort said lazily. "Do you not think I was aware of this? I do not intend to transform myself. That would be innately foolish. Potter grows more powerful by the day and I intend to be able to dance on Potter's grave!"
"Forgive m..me M..M..Milord" Wormtail grovelled
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James Maclade pulled himself away from the scene as Voldemort began to torture Wormtail. Turning to face the other members of the League of Ancients, he looked directly at Nick Wikkar - The Mage of Dawn.
"The Ritual will go ahead as planned. We will need the weapon if we want anyone to have a chance of surviviing this." He said simply
"What of the Weasley girl?" Nick asked after giving a nod of his head
"She has not yet ascended to power" He replied " I only hope she ascends before it is too late. Nick, locate Sirius Black at once we will need a conduit to relay information to the physical realms. And see if you can also locate the Potters."
James finished turning away from the league and concentrated once more
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"Draco, the Dark Lord requests your presence" Narcissa Malfoy said, trying to keep the fact that she was jealous of a mere schoolboy out of his voice
"Right away Mother" Draco replied, curious as to what the Dark Lord would want from him.
Taking the portkey his mother handed him, he was whisked directly into Voldemort's Inner Lair
"Draco, my how you resemble your father!" Voldemort said.
This was the first time Draco had seen the dark lord and he struggled to keep the revulsion he felt from showing on his face.
"Draco, I believe we share a common hatred for the half-blood Potter?" Voldemort asked, ignoring the revulsion Draco was trying to hide
"Your belief is not misplaced" Draco said sounding interested
"Good. Now Lucius has been a loyal follower throughout the years adn I would have chosen him for this but the Azkaban attack is not drawn-up" Voldemort said. "How would you like to settle the score with Harry Potter and his gang of friends once and for all?"
"I would kill for the chance"
"And so you shall!" Voldemort laughed coldly
"NO"
The Voice reverberated throughout the entire building
Draco looked around scared but Voldemort merely smiled.
"Go, Wormtail will explain what will happen" Voldemort smiled evilly. Once the young Malfoy had left he turned around
"Show yourself or suffer my wrath" He said delicately. He regreted it instantly - a bolt of lightning threw him across the room.
"The Final War is coming...you will not survive...we will win... we are forever"
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James drew away from the scene and berated himself for not being more inconspicious
"It is almost time" He said to the other members of the league "Our final war is almost among us. Before the thousand years end we will battle to our last"
A/N Thanks for the reviews. I'll try to write longer chapters but I have a severe dose of writer's block. more soon.