Chapter 9
Remembering the death eaters at the front door you decide to go upstairs. You slowly make your way up, hoping no one decides to come downstairs. You reach the landing and look around. There are several doors, but no one is around. You start looking in the rooms, each one is empty. As you reach the fourth room another door opens. Quickly you jump into the room you were just looking in.
"Where are Crabbe and Goyle?" The same voice you heard earlier says.
"The Dark Lord left them downstairs to guard the entrance." Another voice replies. "Come, we must get the items our Lord asked for quickly."
You wait for them to walk away before edging out of the room. You look down the hall and see the room the other two came out of. You tiptoe over and put your head to the door. You don't hear anything.
"It must be a spell," you mutter to yourself as you try to figure out what to do. You're distracted by some footsteps and you see another death eater coming down the hallway. You quickly raise your wand and stupefy him. You pause to see if anyone comes out of the room, no one does. You go over to the fallen death eater and drag him into an empty room. Quickly you don his outfit and head towards the room. You slowly open the door and enter.
"It is time," Voldemort is saying. "Harry Potter should arrive at any minute. Without his precious Dumbledore, and with his blood running through my veins, I will defeat him tonight." The other death eaters agreed and mumbled encouragement.
"Enough of that," Voldemort says. "You have done very little to help me kill Harry Potter." A mumble of apologies filled the room, along with bowing. You quickly join. "When he arrives he will be brought up here and killed. I will give him the chance to defend himself, but you are to make sure that he does not escape." You stand there with your wand ready, thinking of everything that Voldemort has done to you over the years. The anger and hate start to build up. In a moment of fury you throw off your robe and announce,
"I am already here Voldemort!" There is a gasp of surprise. Before anyone can say anything you raise your wand, "Avada Kedavra!" You shout. Voldemort falls over, his mouth still open as though he was saying something. There is silence in the room. You slowly back towards the door and have almost made it out when the other death eaters round on you. You turn to run, throwing spells behind you randomly. As you reach the landing of the second floor other death eaters who had been downstairs come running upstairs to see what the commotion is. You're trapped. You raise your wand, cursing yourself for not learning how to apparate. Your last thought as a rush of wind passes over you is that at least Voldemort is dead.
The End