DarkTaoAngel: I do not own Harry Potter; this is just my rendition of the seventh Harry Potter book, and what I think that it will be about. Please review!
It was night, the moon reflected on the few passing figures crowding the desolate graveyard. The hustled past a large gravestone, hurriedly scurrying to take on their important tasks. They all wore masks, and their attire could not be seen past their coal-black cloaks, which whipped behind them in their haste. They all seemed to be going somewhere, but none of them seemed to be getting anything done. Perhaps it was due to their nervous rush, as their master stood atop a large statue, watching them like a hawk.
Their lord was a tall man wearing a long fluttering cloak, longer than the other ones. Had his face not been hidden in shadow, it would have been seen that he had an oddly snakelike face, with slits for nostrils. He occasionally shouted commands at his subjects as he towered above them all on the statue, beside the grave of his muggle father. His piercing red eyes were the cause of the shifty behavior in his subjects or, as he referred to them, Death Eaters.
"M-master, now that Dumbledore is g-gone, sir, Harry Potter will be searching for the remaining h-h-horcruxes, won't he? Why not just k-kill him now, sir, since he is no l-longer at Hogwarts?" one of the dark lord's most loyal Death Eaters, whose name was Peter Pettigrew, but is now known as his old school nickname, Wormtail asked curiously; his voice shook with every word he said.
His master focused his piercing gaze upon him, revealing his half-hooded face, with every once of anger etched upon his inhuman face. He smiled sadistically and let out an incredibly high maniacal laugh, which stopped many of the other Death Eaters in their tracks. He cast evil glances at them all, and they went back about their own businesses. He rounded his gaze back at Wormtail before looking him in the eye and speaking.
"Because, Wormtail, Harry Potter is still living in the constant company of many friends. If we were to kill him in their presence, we would create a scene, and the Ministry of Magic would most certainly become involved. However, with Potter searching for the remaining horcruxes, he could pose as a certain threat to me. I agree that he must be stopped, and believe me, I do have a plan. Potter will be dead soon, and the best part is, no one will be around to know about it!" the dark lord Voldemort's voice was just as high pitched as his laugh, which continued as soon as he was finished speaking to Wormtail. His slitted eyes scanned the area again, as Wormtail silently edged out of his master's view.
"Attention! All of you listen up! I have some important news that I wish for all of you to hear." The graveyard bustle quickly came to an end. All of the surrounding area was silent, as all gaze averted to lord Voldemort. He scanned through the circle of Death Eaters around him. Many of them were missing, either dead, imprisoned, or too cowardly to join him again. It did not matter to him in the least, if they were not already dead, they certainly would be once he tracked them down.
"I see many missing Death Eaters. Pity, they will have to be punished. However, all of you are loyal, as far as I can tell, though I can sense a contrast of fear before me this evening." His eyes rounded and paused for a moment upon Wormtail, who flinched upon immediate gaze.
"I have called you all here to discuss the impending death of Harry Potter, 'the boy who lived', though not for much longer," he chuckled for a moment, as a few Death Eaters joined in a little, "However, the path to Potter's death shall not be easy. It will take intricate strategy, and for those of you who are truly trustworthy, you will know what to do without instructions.
"Now, all of you are aware of the famed horcruxes. Whenever I commit a murder, I may choose to create one. I then seal each into something of significance to me. As all of you should know, I have six of these said horcruxes. Dumbledore knew of them, and tried to destroy all of them. He and Potter managed to shatter the remains of two of them. Now that Dumbledore is gone, it is up to Potter to finish me off, as if he ever could." The other Death Eaters laughed slightly at this dark comment, but Voldemort quickly shot them each with another deep glare, and they immediately stopped their laughter.
"But what many of you don't know, and I highly doubt any of you know, is that there is one other way to transplant a horcrux. If the horcrux is in the shell of an item, and the item is entered, or opened, the horcrux can be transferred to any other item I choose. After the death of a man named 'Sirius Black', Potter's godfather, I was able to create this new, more powerful horcrux. It is more powerful because it is my seventh horcrux, and the number seven is a very powerful and magical number. I have pre-chose the place in whence this seventh horcrux, the one that was sealed in a locket, should seal itself in."
At this many of the Death Eaters shouted, 'Where is it? What did you seal it in?', with much anxiety and curiosity. Many knew their lord well enough to know that if it was so important that he had called them all there to tell it to them, it must have been a very important find indeed. They all held their breath as he continued.
"The place in which this horcrux has been hidden will be either the winning, or the inevitable downfall, of the 'great' Harry Potter. The seventh horcrux has been hidden in…"