AN: I apologise for the lateness. Mainly due to the fact that the great
Lord Voldemort has locked me in his dungeon for the past week and decided
it was time he took over. I am writing this as the Dark Lord dictates it to
me. I am his most faithful servant and I will do his every biding. He
wishes! I mean I will always serve him. Enjoy the story, stupid stinking
muggles!
It's Just a Nightmare 11
The elderly women entered the room and promptly cast her disguise. Harry looked in appalled fascination as her skin stretched out and her hair regrew with great vigour. The whole transformation took only a few seconds but the difference was tremendous. Harry could hardly recognise the woman standing in front of him. So his next-door neighbour had more to her than the eye could see.
"So, Arabelle, what news do you bring me. It had better be good or I'm not sure I will spare you," threatened Voldemort with a twisted grin.
"My Lord, I assure you it is excellent news." Replied Figg with a little haste, "Dumbledore has muzzled the press in hope that it won't cause a world wide panic attack but my Lord, he is worried and weak right now. I think his end is near,"
"Never mind what you think Figg, what is he planning to do?" demanded Voldemort with a great deal of impatience.
"He has not decided on a cause of action yet but he seems to be favouring a talk and a consensus," replied Figg in a low and cautious voice. This was the last thing the Dark Lord wanted to hear.
"So the old fool is taking a different approach is he? Well, he will have to do a lot better than that to out fool me!" hissed Voldemort apparently talking to himself.
"And My Lord I do believe that Black is going to try and save Harry," finished Figg on a very uncertain note.
"You do believe Black is going to save Harry, you don't know!" hissed Voldemort.
"My Lord, I don't know if Dumbledore can stop him but if Dumbledore can't I'm sure he will try to rescue his godson," said Figg with some more confidence. At this Harry gave a scream and rolled over. Voldemort seemed fairly amused by this and he waved Figg out of the door.
"Noooooooo!" screamed Harry over and over again.
"Shush, Alex, you never know I may even give you to that mutt Black," laughed Voldemort, "Although it would have to be over my dead body, but first we must make haste after all Black may be here any minute now." Harry looked very confused but obviously Voldemort knew a lot more than he seemed to because at that very moment the entire mansion seemed to shake. The paintings fell off the walls and statue cracked but there was no noise, that was what was so frightening, the silence, it was like being in an earthquake with super earmuffs on. The windows shattered with no sound; the floor began to sprout cracks and suddenly from the crack in the floor a huge radiance of blueish green light shone through like fire dieing to swallow up wood. Voldemort gave triumphant scream as the light engulfed Harry. Everything seemed to be blueish green for a matter of seconds before the surrounding melted away in a haze of blue and green.
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Harry opened his eyes to the bright light that was shining directly into his eyes and it made his lids appear blood red. Feverishly he pulled his arm across his face in a pitiful attempt to block out the light.
"Time to wake up, master Alexander," growled a malicious voice. Harry's eyes snapped open and widened as they saw a huge part human part beast thing standing over him like an evil omen. The thing had the body of the human however the huge bulging muscles and the tough, leathery skin with a green tint to it was quite impossible to achieve in a human. The hands were claw like with sharp black nails each at least 3 centimetres long. The fingers were stubby and short with thick, course brown hair sprouting out of the top. Harry lifted his glaze from the things hands to its face. The thing was at least a foot taller than Hagrid and it was wearing a leather tunic and heavy, studded iron armour of some kind, which gave the figure a monstrous and imposing look but the face was the worst. The face was scrunched in a scrowl rival to Snape's and the skin was just as leathery but had millions of deep grooved wrinkles cutting through the yellowy green shell, which made the monster seem more experienced. Underneath the heavy eye ridges (it had no eyebrows) were two huge piercing eyes with blood red pupils that seemed to strip Harry of the little confidence he had left. He couldn't help noticing that the thing had a scar through on eye. The nose was flat and stubby with a metal ring through the middle that misted up every time the creature breathed. The beast's mouth was open as if he had been very excited and Harry could see the two crooked rows of sharp teeth. Horrible sticky saliva was dripping off the larger teeth, which Harry thought were more like fangs. They would certainly stick out when the creature closed its mouth. The fangs were well worn and black in some places. Groves ran down the enamel, which looked like they had been made over time by chewing something hard. The beast had two relatively small ears, which were partly hidden behind a curtain of greasy, black hair that reminded him of Snape. Through each scarred ear the beast wore two iron hoops that were just as scarred.
"Err...what are you? I mean who are you?" demanded Harry in his bravest tone. The beast chuckled and it made more saliva drip from its mouth.
"I am Rafulioac and I am an Orc. No doubt you have never seen any before," at this the beast gave another chuckle this time small beetle crawled hurriedly out of its armour and it ate one as the poor thing scuttled past. Harry winced and tried hard to block out the crunching.
"Where am I?" asked Harry in a disgusted tone.
"Why we had been waiting for you for many years, my little prince. If you will come with me.." the Orc said courteously but it grabbed Harry arm and hauled him out of the bed he had been lying on. Harry only just notice he had got his old body back and was wearing green robes. "We are going to see Rahumalisha Voldehumo Gruro Munataniana, in your language the ruler of the world Lord Voldemort."
"Lord Voldemort doesn't rule the world!" cried Harry in alarm. A horrid feeling was beginning to creep up on him.
"Oh, I assure you he does and has been doing for the past 1o years ever since you had been "deposed off"," at this the Orc gave a harsh laugh as he lead Harry in the throne room.
AN: Hope you got what happen and hope it wasn't too much of a jump. Let's see how Harry copes in a world where Voldemort rule supreme in the next chapter. Please review *puppy dog eyes*
It's Just a Nightmare 11
The elderly women entered the room and promptly cast her disguise. Harry looked in appalled fascination as her skin stretched out and her hair regrew with great vigour. The whole transformation took only a few seconds but the difference was tremendous. Harry could hardly recognise the woman standing in front of him. So his next-door neighbour had more to her than the eye could see.
"So, Arabelle, what news do you bring me. It had better be good or I'm not sure I will spare you," threatened Voldemort with a twisted grin.
"My Lord, I assure you it is excellent news." Replied Figg with a little haste, "Dumbledore has muzzled the press in hope that it won't cause a world wide panic attack but my Lord, he is worried and weak right now. I think his end is near,"
"Never mind what you think Figg, what is he planning to do?" demanded Voldemort with a great deal of impatience.
"He has not decided on a cause of action yet but he seems to be favouring a talk and a consensus," replied Figg in a low and cautious voice. This was the last thing the Dark Lord wanted to hear.
"So the old fool is taking a different approach is he? Well, he will have to do a lot better than that to out fool me!" hissed Voldemort apparently talking to himself.
"And My Lord I do believe that Black is going to try and save Harry," finished Figg on a very uncertain note.
"You do believe Black is going to save Harry, you don't know!" hissed Voldemort.
"My Lord, I don't know if Dumbledore can stop him but if Dumbledore can't I'm sure he will try to rescue his godson," said Figg with some more confidence. At this Harry gave a scream and rolled over. Voldemort seemed fairly amused by this and he waved Figg out of the door.
"Noooooooo!" screamed Harry over and over again.
"Shush, Alex, you never know I may even give you to that mutt Black," laughed Voldemort, "Although it would have to be over my dead body, but first we must make haste after all Black may be here any minute now." Harry looked very confused but obviously Voldemort knew a lot more than he seemed to because at that very moment the entire mansion seemed to shake. The paintings fell off the walls and statue cracked but there was no noise, that was what was so frightening, the silence, it was like being in an earthquake with super earmuffs on. The windows shattered with no sound; the floor began to sprout cracks and suddenly from the crack in the floor a huge radiance of blueish green light shone through like fire dieing to swallow up wood. Voldemort gave triumphant scream as the light engulfed Harry. Everything seemed to be blueish green for a matter of seconds before the surrounding melted away in a haze of blue and green.
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Harry opened his eyes to the bright light that was shining directly into his eyes and it made his lids appear blood red. Feverishly he pulled his arm across his face in a pitiful attempt to block out the light.
"Time to wake up, master Alexander," growled a malicious voice. Harry's eyes snapped open and widened as they saw a huge part human part beast thing standing over him like an evil omen. The thing had the body of the human however the huge bulging muscles and the tough, leathery skin with a green tint to it was quite impossible to achieve in a human. The hands were claw like with sharp black nails each at least 3 centimetres long. The fingers were stubby and short with thick, course brown hair sprouting out of the top. Harry lifted his glaze from the things hands to its face. The thing was at least a foot taller than Hagrid and it was wearing a leather tunic and heavy, studded iron armour of some kind, which gave the figure a monstrous and imposing look but the face was the worst. The face was scrunched in a scrowl rival to Snape's and the skin was just as leathery but had millions of deep grooved wrinkles cutting through the yellowy green shell, which made the monster seem more experienced. Underneath the heavy eye ridges (it had no eyebrows) were two huge piercing eyes with blood red pupils that seemed to strip Harry of the little confidence he had left. He couldn't help noticing that the thing had a scar through on eye. The nose was flat and stubby with a metal ring through the middle that misted up every time the creature breathed. The beast's mouth was open as if he had been very excited and Harry could see the two crooked rows of sharp teeth. Horrible sticky saliva was dripping off the larger teeth, which Harry thought were more like fangs. They would certainly stick out when the creature closed its mouth. The fangs were well worn and black in some places. Groves ran down the enamel, which looked like they had been made over time by chewing something hard. The beast had two relatively small ears, which were partly hidden behind a curtain of greasy, black hair that reminded him of Snape. Through each scarred ear the beast wore two iron hoops that were just as scarred.
"Err...what are you? I mean who are you?" demanded Harry in his bravest tone. The beast chuckled and it made more saliva drip from its mouth.
"I am Rafulioac and I am an Orc. No doubt you have never seen any before," at this the beast gave another chuckle this time small beetle crawled hurriedly out of its armour and it ate one as the poor thing scuttled past. Harry winced and tried hard to block out the crunching.
"Where am I?" asked Harry in a disgusted tone.
"Why we had been waiting for you for many years, my little prince. If you will come with me.." the Orc said courteously but it grabbed Harry arm and hauled him out of the bed he had been lying on. Harry only just notice he had got his old body back and was wearing green robes. "We are going to see Rahumalisha Voldehumo Gruro Munataniana, in your language the ruler of the world Lord Voldemort."
"Lord Voldemort doesn't rule the world!" cried Harry in alarm. A horrid feeling was beginning to creep up on him.
"Oh, I assure you he does and has been doing for the past 1o years ever since you had been "deposed off"," at this the Orc gave a harsh laugh as he lead Harry in the throne room.
AN: Hope you got what happen and hope it wasn't too much of a jump. Let's see how Harry copes in a world where Voldemort rule supreme in the next chapter. Please review *puppy dog eyes*
