Chapter 6 – The Death Eaters
Tom came round a few hours later. He opened his eyes slowly but his mind and vision were both a blur. He felt his face, blood was all over it. The carpet had dried stains upon it and the sofa had deep scarlet marks. Whatever Tom had done, the blood must have been going at a striking pace. As he got the floor, he picked up the statue that he had cut himself with. Dried blood was found on the sharp blades. Tom turned and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the fireplace. He stumbled back in horror. Where his nose should have been in the centre of his face was now just one big crimson scab. Tom looked around desperately on the floor for his nose. He saw it by the coffee table leg and scooped it into his hands. It had turned black due to the lack of blood within it, his nose had died.
His mind raced and his heart pumped. He had no nose; his face was distorted with just a red scab to cover up the deep gash underneath it. Tom turned back to mirror to look one more. The scab stared back at him. What was he going to do? He couldn't go out of the house looking like this. He sat back down on the sofa and drew his wand from the cushion beside him. He cleared the stains and made his dead nose disappear. The searing pain he had felt earlier had subsided; all he could feel now was a small tingling sensation and the urge to scratch his wound. In the background he heard the door bell ring; he turned in the direction of the entrance hall.
"Shit!" he called loudly, "why must they call now?"
He got up and walked to the front door. He looked through the spy hole and saw the face of Severus Snape. He was wearing a grey suit and a blue shirt, his hair was short and spiky, quite an attractive man, even when he was a teenager. Snape was a good friend of Toms, but now really wasn't a good time. He thought for a while then decided that he would have to tell somebody about it. He opened the door and allowed Snape to enter. Snapes' stare was instantly upon his face as he walked inside.
"What the hell happened to you?" he asked.
"It's awful, I was messing around with a statue thing, it had sharp edges, and I've cut my nose off!" Tom almost shouted with these words.
"Well where is it? I could try and reattach it" he said sympathetically.
"No use, it's dead, I passed out for around three hours" Tom replied.
"Oh I see, well does it hurt?" questioned Snape.
"Not as much as it did do when I first did it, it just tingles every now and then" said Tom.
"Well come here, I know a spell that will clean it up, stand still" Snape said. Tom stood still in front of him. He trusted Snape; he was good with remedies and creating potions. Snape drew his wand from his suit pocket and whispered "Capacitor". The scab on Toms face instantly vanished. Now it was just bare skin.
"I can't breathe properly, and how am I going to smell stuff?" Tom demanded. He then watched as Snape raised his wand again and said "Hoplitees". Tom took a deep breathe and could feel air going through where his nostril holes used to be. He raised his hands and felt his face. He poked two small slits that had been created. This was to be his new nose. It was like that of a snake, Tom was speechless.
"Thanks" he said.
A few days later, Tom had become rather attached to his new appearance. Although he was nose less, he was still the same man inside. Or was he? He face was now bony and pale; it had lost of all its attractiveness. He was actually quite scary at first sight. This didn't bother him though, his mind was now rested upon the idea he had after finding the Hogwarts secret. He had wanted to start a group, a clan of members who tortured and killed just for the fun. Ever since he had been a child he had wanted to start something only had the power over, and to have a name, people would one day fear to speak of.
This day was to be soon, very soon, but first a name, something scary that made people cringe and shake at the shear thought. Tom drew his wand and spelt out his full name in mid air.
TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE
He thought for a few hours about how he could re arrange his own name into something scarier. He only had LORD so far, but what else could he make. After more careful thinking, he had it. VOLDEMORT. His new name was to be Lord Voldemort. It sounded scary and terrifying; he hoped that it would be enough to make his wish come true.
Even though he had the name, some letters were left over. M, A, I. This was simple though, I am. Toms original name now spelt out, I Am Lord Voldemort. He was actually quite impressed by what he had achieved. He just needed a name for his group. He had a few ideas but none seemed to fit what he wanted to create. Death had to be in there somewhere, but it couldn't be to long. Tom eventually decided on "The Death Eaters". This was to be their name and they would look up to him. He was the leader, he was in control. All he needed now were followers.
Snape, Malfoy, Lestrange and Crouch were just of the people he had managed to round up. He even got Fenrir Greyback. Fenrir was bitten by a werewolf as a child and now turns into one every full moon. He would be highly useful. Riddle ordered them all together for a meeting, they were about to go no their first night out. Only Tom, Fenrir and Snape had killed a person before and weren't scared to do it again, but for the rest, they need training up. Malfoy knew the killing curse, and so practised on animals he conjured up from thin air. Crouch had only ever used the "Crucio" curse when he had been torturing people.
After a few practices for each of them, they were ready to go.
