The Real Dark Lord
Chapter 4
As we all congregated in the graveyard I was afraid that my heartbeats would echo out across the still night, there, on the grave of Tom's father was Harry Potter. He was the boy who always seemed to live, the boy who almost killed Tom I wanted to scream, scream the killing curse as I point my wand straight at his heart and hear his dying gasp. Instead I waited, silently as the others appeared all around me, many where scared, I could see the tall frame of Lucius Malfoy standing opposite me fidgeting, shifting his weight from foot to foot. You could almost see his worried face behind his mask, next to the grave that Potter was crushed too was the body of a young boy, he must have come with Potter.
"Pity, what a handsome boy." Came a voice.
I looked for the source of the voice and my gaze fell upon him as he nudged the body with his foot. There he was in all his glory, his skin now pale white, almost like a skeleton. Tom curled his skeletal fingers around his wand as Pettigrew handed it to him. He raised his face to the stars and opened his eyes. They flashed red in the night as he let us see his face, it was as if he had been transformed, his nose was now slits upon his face. He stroked his snake like features; it was still him, no matter how different he looked.
He came and stood at the edge of our circle and let his eyes sweep our masked faces. For a brief second his eyes rested on mine and they were full of pain, but no one noticed. Then he continued to rip the masks from our faces and turned them into air, one by one we dropped to the ground, some cried out as the force shook us through.
"Not one of you tried to find me!" He accused.
I recoiled in fear at his anger and could feel the pain in his voice, as though it was completely directed at me. It was true we had hidden waiting for a sign, resigned to our dreary lives, or we were locked in Azkaban. I tried to make an excuse for myself but he was right, we had failed him, all but one pitiful little man.
As his anger subsided all faces turned to Harry Potter, the boy who soon would not live.
He released Harry from the graves grasp and they started to duel, as Potter ran behind the gravestone Tom jeered at him, screaming at him to come out and face him.
"I want to see your face as you die, I want to see the light fade from your eyes." He screamed hysterically.
Amazingly, Potter withdrew from his hiding place and came out and faced Tom. They both threw spells at each other, Tom screaming Avada Kedavra as the boy screamed Expelliarmus, it seemed too easy. Tom would have him dead on the ground in seconds, but then something happened. A great light shone between the two wands and a cord stretched between them with an orb of light in the middle, on Tom's side the light shone green, on the boy's red. Tom pushed the orb towards the boy, his hand shaking with the force as the boy pushed back, a dome stretched over them as we ran forwards to help but Tom screamed at us.
"Stay Back! This is our fight!"
As the orb grew brighter, they were lifted into the air.
Tom was losing; his face was unrecognisable as he pushed with all his might to get it on the boy's side. But all his efforts were met by Harry and try as he might the boy slowly wore away at his defence. They were back on the ground and something appeared out of Tom's wand. Shapes? No, ghosts? One by one figures appeared out of his wand, I recognised them, there was the boy's parents and others Tom had killed. I couldn't believe this, what sort of magic had they unlocked in this battle.
Suddenly the ghostly figures shrouded Tom and the boy pulled away, he broke the cord and ran for it. By the time we tried to reach him he had grabbed the portkey and the body, and was gone.
Tom screamed a piercing howl that echoed through the night and seemed to shake the graves themselves.