IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
CHAPTER 2
Harry's feet were touching nothing but air. All Harry saw was a swirl of black He knew that if the black swirl didn't stop, he'd vomit. Harry still felt Voldemort holding him. Harry felt cold. Then he felt his feet touch the ground. Oh, Thank God. thought Harry.
Harry looked around to take in his surroundings. The sight greeted him with open arms. It was the place where he most dreaded. The place where Voldemort had been reborn. The Riddle Graveyard. It was as dark as night. Gray clouds painted the sky. A white fog had descended on the once green grass.
Voldemort dragged Harry by his neck over to where the Death Eaters were standing. Voldemort and Harry were standing in the middle of the circle of Death Eaters. "Good. Everybody's here," said Voldemort. All the Death Eaters had their hoods up. "Now that our guest of honor has arrived, we can get on with the execution….I mean the celebration," said Voldemort. The Death Eaters chuckled evilly.
"Wormtail!" called Voldemort. Wormtail came wearily towards Voldemort. Harry turned his head to where Wormtail. "You remember Mr. Potter, don't you Wormtail?" asked Voldemort. "Yes my Lord," said Wormtail. "You Bastard!" said Harry trying to get out of Voldemort's grasp and strangle the once friend of his father's. Voldemort held tight to Harry to not let him escape. "Oh, no you don't my little lamb," said Voldemort to Harry looking down. "Ugh," grunted Harry. "Let me go!" said Harry. "If I did that, we would lose our guest of honor," said Voldemort.
"Wormtail, please show our guest to his room for the time being," said Voldemort. He let go of Harry and pushed him to Wormtail. Wormtail took out his wand and let it find it's way to Harry's face. "I'm not going to hurt you unless you do what I say," said Wormtail. Wormtail pointed in the direction that he wanted Harry to go. Harry staggered backwards in the direction that Wormtail had pointed to with his wand.
He walked into a jail. Wormtail pushed Harry into a cell that wreaked of death. Harry was about to walk out until Wormtail slammed the door in his face. Harry pushed his hands against the cold steel that was the bars. "No use trying to escape," said Wormtail. Harry glared at him. "You're our prisoner. You'll never do anything again. After all, you're going to die tonight Harry Potter," said Wormtail as he left. Harry slumped onto the floor. He let his tears roll down his face freely. No use to hold them until later, for Harry, there was no later. There was only death that await him.