Harry Potter and Igor's Snare
Introduction
His Mistake
The dark lord was edging towards Rubble Gruff, his wand posed at Gruff's forehead. The young wizard shivered in the dim moonlight, the shadow of Voldemort moving slightly to him. Rubble was transfixed to the evil wizard's stare, the pain and vengeance in his eyes froze him. He moved his arm slightly, trying to retain the Lord's stare. When his wand was at arms length he grabbed it, swinging it aimed at the Voldemort's face. Graff's eyes darted in terror, trying to keep focus of his wand, literally inches from the Lord's left eye. Voldemort let out a hard shrilled laugh, causing the hairs on Graff's neck stand up.
"You're merely experienced. How could you kill me?"
Gruff didn't answer instead, he watched Voldemort's every movement, the way he breathed, the slight licking of his tongue, evil spewing from his mouth. Finally Rubble Gruff found his voice.
"You need the blood of Harry Potter?"
"What is to you?"
Gruff paused, raising a eyebrow.
"I could help you, that's if you don't kill my family."
This time Voldemort stopped, images of his thoughts running across his grey eyes.
"How could you help me kill Harry Potter?"
"I'm not killing him, I can help you find him though."
Gruff walked away with a smug expression on his slightly blushed face. He has won over the Lord, he has convinced him that he could help him find Potter. He smiled slightly at this thought and disappeared in the shadow of the trees.