The Moon necklaces

Chapter 14: The choosing

~Severus~

"You're not the Dark Lord." Venetia Bone sneered as she pushed though the crowd of shocked Slytherins and stormed towards the tall man who just entered. "What are you doing here anyway?" Venetia continued "Some kind of messenger boy?" she laughed.

Big Mistake.

The tall figure snapped his head around to where Venetia's voice was coming from, shot out his hand and Venetia screamed in pain and buckled to her knees. Everyone gasped as Venetia wide eyed got back up unsteadily to her feet, no one went to help her as she moved back with her head down to the back of the crowd.

Everyone turned their attention back to the dark figure in fear, he didn't even have to use a wand or need to mutter a spell to hurt anyone of us, how powerful was he? The man smirked and tipped his head to one side, he was clearly enjoying seeing the terror on our faces (well not mine I hope).

"My name Timoken," his voice casual, as if nothing had happened, "I am the proud servant of Voldemort and in charge of vampires and werewolves that support him."

Werewolves? Does he mean the ones in the bathroom a few hours ago?

"I see many of you have come at this darkest hour in hope to serve the Dark One."

There were a few eager nods from the crowed some shuffling their feet quite nervously. "If you don't want to be here I highly suggest you leave now," Timoken said taking light steps around the circle of space he had, his voice now had a sharp edge to it, every word he said slowly sliced into our ears.

"Working for the Dark Lord is not the type of job were you can hand in your resignation form when you're bored, it's a lifelong service, and the only way out would be death, so you will not be seen as any less of if you leave right now."

The students glanced at each other nervously, of-course no one would leave we Slytherin's have too much pride it would be shameful if one of us backed out now so it looks like I'm stuck.

"Good," said Timoken he clapped his hands together, seeing that no one was leaving, "now we will waste no time and get on with the choosing." Timoken clicked this figures and black smoke formed and faded away revealing a large stone goblet.

"Is that the Goblet of fire?" one of the Slytherin girls asked from the front of crowd, for a second I thought Timoken was going to give her a similar pain as he had Venetia but he just grinned at the girl, showing his long pointed teeth.

"It's something similar," Timoken said, "but instead of choosing students to get themselves killed in a pointless tournament, this will decide on who has the honour of becoming the dark ones young follower."

Paton nudged me in the shoulder.

"And unlike the Goblet of Fire," Timoken continued, "you don't need to write your name on some slip of parchment, it took all you're names the second it arrived here, so no backing out now."

A few more students were looking more uncomfortable, some looked like they were actually going to be sick. Me? I just felt numb.

"There will be eight names," Timoken said ,"one boy and one girl from each year," he clicked his figures again and the goblet top suddenly burst into red and purple flames and a slip flew into Timken's hands and he read,

"Kate Camebe-Fourth Year", a long nosed, sharp faced girl pushed her way through the crowed and strolled over to Timoken, Timoken smirked and held his hand out, I didn't know what was going on, even Kate looked confused but held her own palm out on Timoken took her hand in a firm grip, she yelped and when he let go Kate looked down on her palm and her eyes widened and she went back to her friends at the back of crowd.

Timoken clicked his figures again and another parchment flew out. I won't bother going through all the names but when it finally came to year 6's my ears pricked up. I could see that Paton was getting excited. I would have told him to calm down if I was not trying to get my own nerves under control. What if my name doesn't get picked, if not I was still free and could always wait for another opportunity to serve the Dark Lord. But what if my name does come out, then I will have the honour of being one of the youngest working for Lord Voldemort, I would grow up and get a high rank, be trusted, be looked up to and be powerful Potter and Black will then have something to fear…me, but will I still have my freedom though?

"Paton Count-sixth year," Timoken read, my heart skipped a beat I looked over to Paton who was grinning like the mad man he was and quickly made his way to Timoken in a stride, Paton? Seriously? That arrogant toad? Well suppose I should be happy for him at least I don't have worry for my own life now.

The same had happened with Paton like Kate and others Timoken grasped Paton's hand in a tight grip and let go just as quickly and Paton made his way towards me will a happy expression, clutching his hand, what did he do to it? Anyway I didn't notice that the goblet had chosen another name until Timoken read out the name of the girl who will is our year.

"Esmeralda Cherry-sixth year" I couldn't help but gasp in shock and I wasn't the only one. Esmeralda was the last person you would expect who would work for the Dark Lord and she didn't look to happy about it and she wasn't the only one. The other tough six year girls who were bigger and more powerful than Esmeralda glared at her in jealously as she slowly made her ways to wards Timoken, not looking as confident as the others who had to get up, she look so pale I feared that she was going to faint right there, luckily she stood her ground and held her hand out to Timoken.

Paton whispered in my ear, "of all the Slytherin girls that goblet could have chosen why that mudblood?"

"What?" I whispered back, this was news to me, a Slytherin being born to muggle parents? Was that even possible, perhaps it was just a rumour because she wasn't liked. But I wonder…

I didn't see who the seventh year followers where, I didn't care anyway I knew I wasn't chosen so what did it matter. I didn't listen to Timoken's speech congratulating the new editions to the Death Eater family, I didn't see Timoken vanish the same was he appeared, I didn't recall Paton taking me and a group of other students back to our dorm rooms, I just had too much on my mind.

I was thinking about Esmeralda, Timoken, the Werewolves and those Marauders. I barely listened to Paton rabbiting on about how excited he was and how he will be Voldemort's right hand man (yeah if Voldemort can put up with a chatterbox kid whose ego is bigger than his own head, then I suppose he stands a chance).

"What did Timoken do to your hand" I asked cutting Paton off from his rabbiting

"Oh, I forgot," he laughed and held out his palm for me to see and I saw an ugly looking skull tattooed on his hand "I think it's some kind dark mark but for younger people, I'm surprised your name didn't come out Severus, oh well maybe next time."

To be honest I didn't feel disappointed about not being chosen, it was one less thing on my mind to think about after all.

Tomorrow, I will continue my spying mission on the Marauders and find out why they were so interested with the werewolves a few hours ago.

James

Midnight, and yet I was nowhere near sleeping. My brain just refused to rest so I went to my drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper, an envelope, a quill and ink bottle and began to compose my letter to Peter and Ms Rowling, it took a while to think up the words to write. I can't literally tell Peter what been happing in a letter, it's something to be told in person since he doesn't know anything about this whole adventure but Ms Rowling will have to know that the other lamp has been stolen and probably some poor unfortunate is lost in time again just like with what happened to Harry. But I started on Peter's letter first…

Dear Wormtail

I have not heard from you for a while now, where are you? How come you are not at Hogwarts? I hope you are ok, me and the other Marauders are worried about you. We have had a strange summer and the school term just got stranger and I'm afraid to tell you in a letter in case it falls into the wrong hands. We have enemies now you see and we are in need of your help.

Please reply soon

Yours truly

Prongs

Smiling in satisfaction at the finished letter I started on Ms Rowling's letter,

Dear Ms R

Hope you've been ok, I will use only initials in this letter, in case it falls into the wrong hands. I'll get straight to the point. The lamp me and SB took is missing and werewolves have come to the school, we believe that the two are connected somehow. Also RL may have found a way to get back Annabeth it called the Moons Necklaces but RL's father has took the book, we are going to get it back but if u have any information on it that will be very useful.

Yours sincerely

JP

Now to take them to the owlery! I quickly put the letters in separate envelopes and took my invisibility cloak from the bottom of my suitcase…Yeah I really need a better place to hide that thing.

I crept pass the sleeping forms of my two friends and the other Gryffindor boys and soon I was walking down the dark and eerie corridors with my invisibility cloak over me with a marauders map in one hand and my wand lighting the way with the other.

I've never walked down the Hogwarts corridors at night by myself before, I've always have at least one of the Marauders with me and I've only just noticed how creepy it can be without someone at you're side. I suddenly had this flashing image of a monster snatching me away and no one ever knew where I was and I will be just another first year rumour of the boy who was snatched in the dead of night.

'Stop it Potter!' my brain snapped 'you're a Gryffindor not a frightened Hufflepuff.'

With that on mind I hurried of to the owlery.

I had no trouble on the way to the owlery, I saw my owl sitting on the window sill as if she was expecting me, I patted her on the head affectionately and gave her the two letters and I watched as she swooped off into the night. With a satisfied grin I put the invisibility cloak back on and made my way to the Gryffindor common room, but when I glanced at the Marauders map I saw six names just coming though the corridor on the right and I saw that Severus Snape was one of them along with that friend of his Paton Count. What are a group of Slytherin's doing wandering around Hogwarts this late at night? This was one of the hundred times I was grateful for the invisibility cloak as I saw they were heading towards me. They passed me, a small group of dark figures that could only belong to Slytherin's.

I recognised Snape instantly he looked like he was in some kind of daze, in normal circumstance I would have hexed him while he wasn't expecting it. But of course these aren't normal circumstances, the Slytherin's are up to something, something bad.

I will repot this to the others in the morning.

But as soon as the Slytherin's where out of sight a new name appeared on the corridor and it must have been there the whole time and I've only just noticed, the person seemed to be standing a few paces away from me. I turned but I saw no one, I looked at the map again and the name of the person took me by surprise, surely the map had a glitch in it or something but the map never lies…

The name read

James Potter

I moved towards the empty space where this so called James Potter is meant to be I reached my hand out of my cloak and hit something hard and heard a voice,

"Hey!" it shouted "watch out Granddad!"

Like that I threw the cloak off me and pulled at the person who had spoken who also seemed to have an invisibility cloak. I pulled it off him and right in front stood a boy who looked about my age, seriously it was like looking at a reflection, he had my messy black hair, my brown eyes and my glasses but he wore a cheeky smile on his face that would probably put even Sirius's smirk to shame.

"Hey Granddad" He said to me "I'm James Potter, nice to meet you."

I would like to thank elijahlover for giving me the idea of introducing the next Generation. I hope it became a nice surprise to everyone.

I would also like to thank Guest for those small one line comments I get, thanks a lot It makes me happy that some enjoys my writing.

I don't know when the next chapter will be up though, collage is getting on my back and with Christmas coming its time to get busy, it just depends if I get any more nice review ;)