Disclaimer: No, I've already written disclaimers, I'm not gonnna do it again. tries to walk away but is stopped by a wall of wizards Okay, fine! I disclaim you, I disclaim your family. Captain Chaos, make a note of this! I disclaim owning Harry Potter, I disclaim thinking up Harry Potter, I disclaim, against popular opinion, being J.K. Rowling! walks away moodily but then comes back Oh, also a small portion of this chapter is loosely based on something that happened in real life to someone I don't know.
Warning: Any cussing in this chapter is meant to be taken lightly and is all in the name of humor!
A/N: Chapter six is here! Sorry, it took so long, I have planned to have it up Sunday night, but I've been very busy and I keep pushing it back so I could do homework, or softball, or sleep more. Captain Chaos is mad at me for taking so long , 'cause it's been pushing back his chapters, too. I'm sorry everyone! I am so dedicated to this story, and had such a blast writing this chapter. I took extra long to make sure it was written how I wanted, let me know what you think of it, please! To make it a little easier to understand who's writing, we're going to put the author of that chapter's name right after the title. I bet you can guess me, Simply Obsessed, wrote this one based on the title. I won't talk for much longer, but I want to let you know that this story is definitely longer than seven chapters, still not sure how long. We'll let you know as soon as we know. And now, without any further ado, here it is, chapter six:
Harry Potter and the Dark Mage
Chapter 6: A meeting of darkness
By: Simply Obsessed
Lord Voldermort's eyes immediately opened, and he bolted to sitting position in his king-sized bed. "Oh-my-god, Harry's parents are alive!" Voldermort ran to a mirror in his cold, dark bedroom, raising his hands to his face, staring into his own red, narrow eyes. "I'm alive! Oh good, I'm alright. I survived Harry Potter's attack." Voldermort breathed a sigh of relief, which changed to a gasp, as he realized, "Bellatrix is dead!"
"I've got to call a meeting," Lord Voldermort thought frantically. Before turning away from the mirror, Voldermort glanced at the mark on his arm. Voldermort smiled slightly, "and my mom said that later I would regret getting this." He then ran to the telephone to call the death eaters for a meeting.
Half an hour later the death eaters were all at the headquarters, sitting at a huge wooden table, where their meetings were regularly held. In all of the meetings that were ever held, the atmosphere was never as intense. One of the most well-respected and most loyal members of the death eaters had been killed earlier that day, or really yesterday, for it was 3:00 in the morning when the emergency meeting was called, and it seemed none of the death eaters were getting to sleep any time soon. Murmured whispers echoed in the mystic chambers, bouncing from the low ceiling to the large stone floor. The fiery torches spread all across the thick dungeon walls set an unmistakable eerie and foreboding mood.
Never had the voices been as panicked, whispering low to their neighbors. Trepidation spread across each and every face, though invisible under their hoods. Some were concerned with the powers Harry Potter seem to now have, others were concerned how the Dark Lord was going to react, and still others wanted to know where Voldermort was.
"Is he still in the bathroom?" one death eater wondered aloud. The others merely shrugged at the first. About ten minutes later that same death eater got up and knocked on a door to an adjoining room. Slowly opening the door, music could be heard, and, pushing the door open farther it was revealed to the entire committee of death eaters Voldermort standing in the middle of his bedroom, stereo blasting, with Voldermort singing along.
"Here is somethin' you can't understand, how I could just kill a man. HERE IS SOMETHIN' YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND, how I could just, KILL A MAN!"
"Um, excuse me, Dark Lord?" the hooded wizard next to the door asked.
"What?" Voldermort asked, still swaying in sync with the tune.
"Are you going to come to the meeting?"
"Damn It!" Voldermort shouted. "God damn stupid meetings, every time a good song comes on. 'Aren't you gonna come to the meeting, Voldermort. We can't do a FUCKIN' thing without you!'" Voldermort glanced at his watch. "Who the fuck called a meeting at 3 o'clock in the fucking morning? Huh? Tell me 'cause I'll fucking kill the bastard."
"You did."
Voldermort flipped off the death eater with his left hand. The reaction was an instant uproar from all the death eaters.
"He used his left hand!"
"Now that's going too far!"
"Let's kick his ass!"
Apparently the death eaters fear of Voldermort did not extend the dealing with the indignity of left-handed flip offs. Voldermort realized his mistake a middle finger too late. The death eaters started to advance on Voldermort, their wands out.
"Shit!" Voldermort screamed, and ran back into his bedroom. He got in there and barricaded the door shut before his followers could follow him. Bangs started on the door as the death eaters tried to get to him. Voldermort, thinking frantically, bellowed "Come on guys! Um, lets forget the whole thing and I'll give you something you've never dreamed of!" Voldermort gave a sadistic laugh as he searched for something in his cloak.
"You left your wand out here, Voldermort!" one of the death eaters yelled through the door.
"DAMN IT!" cried the Dark Lord. "Please, you guys. Left hand, middle fingers are okay as long as who you're doing it to is evil, and let's face it, we're all evil. Plus, I'm your leader, if you kill me, who will order you to kill the mudbloods?"
"Wait, he's got a point."
Reluctantly, the wizards and witches behind the door all took their seats and allowed Voldermort to return. Once everyone was settled, the meeting was called to order and they finally got down to business.
Voldermort cleared his throat and said, "Harry Potter has found a weapon that in strong enough to kill me." Voldermort paused, staring wide-eyed at the person sitting to the right of him. Nothing was said for a least 30 seconds, in which Voldermort continued to stare straight into this death eater's eyes, their faces barely an inch away from each other. The death eater didn't know how to respond, first looking back at Voldermort, then at the other death eaters, asking for help. Meanwhile Voldermort was motionless, an intense appearance of seriousness on his face.
After those 30 seconds Voldermort seemed to feel the significance of his statement had sunk in. He drew himself up to his full height and turned his attention to the rest of the death eaters.
"So far this weapon has killed Bellatrix, almost killed me, then put me back safely in my own bed, and brought Harry's own parent's back to life." A collective gasp ignited from this statement. Whispers were filling the room again, Voldermort nodding his head grimly at this reaction, and said quietly, "It's true, it's true."
Just then a new door from the far end of the room opened and a witch entered singing, "…something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man!" Everyone stared from Bellatrix Langstrang to Lord Voldermort, not believing their eyes. "Oh, sorry I'm late. But some idiot called the radio station saying that they hated the 'kill a man' song so I had to play it over and over like five times to piss the basard off…then I killed him."
"Damn it!" Voldermort seethed. He loved that song.
One of the death eaters stood up, "Dark Lord, you said she was dead."
Voldermort was half way in the process of flipping off the guy with his left hand again, but thought better of it.
"I thought you were dead, Bellatrix. What's going on?" Voldermort said getting suspicious. "I swear I thought she was dead, guys." Voldermort directed to the other death eaters, afraid they were uniting against him.
"What do you mean," Bellatrix said, "You called me half an hour ago saying to call a meeting. I asked 'why', you said 'because'. I asked 'why because', you said 'because, because'. You laughed and said 'I made a funny', I said 'that wasn't funny' and you said 'just call the damn meeting, Bellatrix.'"
"Oh yeah," Voldermort reminisced, " that was funny. Oh yeah, I dreamt you died, and all that other stuff."
"Wait, you brought us here because of a dream?" a death eater questioned.
"I guess," Voldermort shrugged. "The weapon is real, though…I think," Voldermort said more to himself than to anyone else.
"Hold on. Which part is real."
"I told you, I don't know"
Back at Hogwarts
Harry had just walked into his common room and saw Ron immersed in a book. Before Harry could read the title, a huge shock of pain hit his scar. Ron jumped up, quickly hiding the book and asked, "Harry, what's wrong?"
Harry replied through clenched teeth, "He knows."