Dreams of Demons
Voldemort paced back and forth in front of his sinister skeleton throne, fingering his wand fondly. "Malfoy!" he called out suddenly, his chillingly cold and high voice echoed throughout the dark, cavernous room.
"Yes, master." A man, wearing a long black robe and a vindictive skull mask, ran into the room, and, in his rush to bow to the ground and kiss his master's feet, stumbled on the foot of his robe.
"Get up, slime," Voldemort hissed maliciously. "We have work to do. Show it to me."
Malfoy rolled up the sleeve of the robe on his left arm and held it out, displaying a gruesome tattoo; it was a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth, like a horrid, slithering tongue. Voldemort placed the tip of his wand to it. Malfoy screamed as the tattoo turned a bloody red, then returned back to jet-black. Suddenly, many people, all clad like Malfoy, surrounded the pair and bowed low, kissing Voldemort's feet.
Voldemort opened his arms in welcome, showing ghastly, dirty fingernails and pale, spider-like fingers. "Welcome, my servants," he said, his voice once again echoing around the immeasurable room. "Let me first begin by explaining why I have summoned you here, to this very spot, and why." He gestured to the darkness surrounding him, and the air became nauseatingly sweet, as though filled with rotting plants and flesh. "This, my friends, is how we will come to infinite power! In this very place is the key to all of your dreams and fantasies! For in this place, the dementors have been breeding."
Out of the gloom drifted the horrible creatures, sucking in raggedy breaths from under their hoods. The circle of Death Eaters shuddered; even they could not remain still under the powers of the dementors. The dementors glided to the center of the ring, where Voldemort stood motionless, arms still outstretched.
"My most faithful followers," Voldemort announced to the quivering circle. "They have been by my side since day one. They alone knew what I would do, and who I would become. They know that I am the most powerful wizard in all the world, and that is why they are here, following my command, awaiting my orders. And now, it is time to unleash them, to do my bidding." Voldemort paused, lowering his arms. He looked at all of the Death Eaters with narrowed eyes, his slits of nostrils expanding with each deep breath he took. "And their first order is to weed out any unfaithful servants."
He raised his left hand, and the dementors swarmed around the circle, their raggedy breaths echoing. They all stopped at one figure. "Please, my lord," the figure begged in a weak, raspy voice, "I did nothing, nothing at all!"
"Silence, fool! It is because you did nothing that you are to be punished." Voldemort looked at his Death Eater in the eye. "I daresay the dementors love wrongdoers…enough to, possibly, kiss them."
"No! No, my lord, please, have mercy!" the man begged, putting his hands over his face in anguish.
"The Dark Lord shows no mercy," Voldemort spat, kicking the man's shins so that he fell to the floor. A dementor swept down swiftly, raising its arms to reveal the scabbed, decayed flesh of its hands. It lowered its hood. Where eyes should have been, there were only flesh-covered sockets. There was no nose, only the stub of something that had decayed where the nose should have been. The only thing that looked remotely human was the mouth. The mouth, which took in another raggedy breath. The man screamed and writhed, trying to run away, but Voldemort had cast a spell on him so that he could not move. The dementor bent down and pried the man's hands from his face. The Death Eater took one last breath. "Please, no, don't!" The dementor's mouth muffled the man's last scream. Miles and miles away, Lily Evans screamed with him.
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James ran into Lily's room, skidding in his socks. "LILY!" he shouted, running over to her bed. "LILY, ARE YOU OKAY?"
Lily woke up, shivering and sweating. "The—The—The dementors!" she gasped.
"Lily, calm down," James said. "It was only a dream."
"No, this one was real," Lily protested, sitting up straight in her bed. "Voldemort's got the dementors. They kissed a man. I felt it." She gasped and placed a hand to her chest. "It feels—my—my heart hurts. Like it's been ripped into tiny pieces."
James was shaking now; his hand trembled as he brushed her hair behind her ears. "Lily, no, don't say that. It's not real."
"James, we have to hurry. We have to go to Dumbledore."
A/N: Okay, so, just to clarify things, that Voldie thing was Lily's dream. She seems to be dreaming about Voldie a lot, now, doesn't she? Lots of interesting information in the next chapter! Um, I'm kind of stuck because a lot of stuff has been happening at home, so don't kill me if it takes a while to update…and if you have any suggestions for what should happen next, then review them and I'll be very grateful and I won't forget to mention that it was you that helped me :-). Review, please! Almost 300! Wow I love you guys! Okay, I'm done rambling.