Harry Potter and the Power of the Millennia

Chapter Seven

A/n: I'm kinda overflowing with plot for this ficcie right now. I hope you all review to let me know what you think.

Crows circled overhead as Voldemort stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea.

"COME!" he boomed, placing his hand on his dark mark. Death Eaters everywhere would feel extreme pain until they came to him.

"COME!" he boomed again, the ground trembling at the awesome power of his voice. One by one Death Eaters started to appear. Soon the Circle was complete… except for his most loyal servants. The ones who were locked in Azkaban…for now.

"Tonight is our night my children. The night where death gets to come out and play." Voldemort said charismatically. Death Eaters cheered.

"We have killed Dumbledore, and our ranks have grown more in this last year than they had in the entire first war!" Voldemort continued. "And now, tonight we will strike, and grow our forces some more! FOLLOW ME TO AZKABAN!"

Lightning flashed across the midnight sky and Voldemort waved his wand, and showed a true demonstration of his power. A bridge surfaced from beneath the sea, and lead to an island in the distance. A bridge to Azkaban, where the Dementors were already waiting.

Then in another shocking display of power, Voldemort tapped his wand to his forehead, and he started to grow. Scales appeared across his body and wings as black as night burst from his back.

Voldemort was an Animagus. A dragon Animagus.

ELSEWHERE

Harry grit his teeth in his sleeping state. The pain in his scar was unbearable. Finally he could not take the pain any longer and was forced to flee his vision, and return to the world as it was. He touched his hand to his scar out of habit more than anything. It was wet. He brought his fingers back in shock and saw that his hand had blood on it. The skin on his old scar had split, and was bleeding freely.

'Not good…' he thought. Silently, he sat up, and looked about the room. He was shocked at the devastation he saw. There were occasional scorch spots on the walls, and he was laying, completely naked in a pile of ash. The light bulb had exploded and so had both windows.

'THE POWER TRANSFER!' he remembered. 'Merlin… I hope I didn't hurt anyone.'

A sniff of the air brought the smell of bacon wafting up the stairs. He could hear a frying pan sizzling somewhere.

He got to his feet and retrieved his wand from the pile of ash. 'Since it is my mess, I'd better clean this up.' He thought. "Scourgify!" The spell was much more powerful than he'd intended. He had targeted one of the scorched spot on the wall. He hadn't intended to make the entire room sterile. He had even removed the paint from the walls. The room was spotlessly clean though. He could see that. He heard thunder boom loudly outside after he spoke and he was blown backwards into the wall by the force of the spell coming from his wand. Smoke drifted from the tip of his wand.

'I need to work on that.' He thought. He reached up in an unconscious habit of running his hand through his hair… only it was gone.

"WHAT!" he boomed loudly. "WHY AM I BALD?" The thunderclap that followed his voice was deafening. He felt the house shake.

'Mental note… Restrain my temper.' He thought. 'Well, better face the music.' He thought. He walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. He barely recognized himself. He had no hair anywhere on his body, and his skin was as pale as a ghost. He seemed to be a bit taller than he'd remembered. He figured that out when he hit his head on the shower bar.

'At least I don't have to worry about shampoo.' He thought.

MEANWHILE

Severus nearly screamed as he felt the mark on his arm burn. He settled for letting out a gasp. He ducked into a nearby restroom and apparated to his Lord's summons.

'Consider yourself lucky, Lupin.' He thought as he appeared at his Lord's side.