Chapter 38 – Return of the Lord
Harry's occlumency training was not going well. Vacations were almost over and in the past two weeks he was yet to make any progress in the art of shielding his mind. The events that transpired in his ancestral home were in the past now and he needed to focus on his self training.
A few times Dumbledore would come and offer him some advice but much to Harry's frustration there had been no improvement in his skill whatsoever. Plus the headmaster telling him it was to be expected was not much of a motivator either.
With the number of people coming and going from the house, Harry was finding it very difficult to find time where he could practice his magic without the risk of being found out. It was easy to put up wards to prevent anyone from finding him but if someone accidently came across the wards then questions would rise as to why the wards were there in the first place.
Apart from those drawback his vacation had been quite fun. For most part he enjoyed talking and teasing Ginny just to wind up her band of brothers.
The little Weasley, in the beginning, was a little shy but after a while she opened up and Harry found her to be a very engaging person. Lillian would sometimes join them and soon a little bond of friendship had formed between the three of them, a very, very little bond!
Also there had been no major attacks by Voldemort since the attacks on Madam Bones, the top ministry officials and the Weasley's which was somewhat of a relief and a concern to the public.
But the reason for the inactivity was that Voldemort had stopped using his magic for reasons unknown to his deatheaters. And the ministry was eliminating deatheaters with surprising speed.
Some were caught legally and most, illegally.
It was safe to say that at this point, the ministry had gained the upper hand in the war and Voldemort was steadily loosing his men.
Presently, it was January the 2nd and most of the residents of number 12 Grimmauld place were lazing around in the living room bathing in the warmth the fire place had to offer.
Harry and Sirius were having a thumb fight. Lillian and Ginny were by the fire and Ginny was changing the colour of Lillian's hair every few minutes patiently waiting for the fire elemental to settle on a colour she liked.
Ronald and Mr. Austin were playing a game of chess, which the older man was loosing spectacularly. Hermione was helping Mr. Austin but it was of no use. Ronald was brilliant at the game, which was somewhat a contradiction since most believed he had no brain power at all!
The twins were hiding behind a sofa and were quietly changing the colour of Percy's clothes and making funny designs on them while Percy oblivious to that was in a serious conversation with his father (who was trying hard not to laugh) about the progress the ministry was making in the war.
Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen with Hermione's mother and Tonks and was busy teaching them the various recipes she knew.
Mr. Granger and a few other order members were sitting on the dining table playing poker and so far it was Mundungus Fletcher who had the largest stack on chips beside him. There was also a ward around the table making sure none of the wives in the house knew what was going on at that table.
It was like no one had any worries and the ongoing war was all but forgotten. Leaving out Percy of course, who simply couldn't stop singing praises about the ministry of magic and his ambition to become the minister in the future.
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In another part of the wizarding world Lord Voldemort was in a deep state of meditation. He was determined to stamp the voice in his head out of him and gain control over the power that came along with it.
Right now he was systematically going through every memory in his mind looking for the source of the voice which was trying to control his mind, body and emotions. He knew that if the voice was part of his subconscious, he would find its origin in his memories but if it was not, he would have to look deeper into his mangled soul to find the solution to his problem.
He wasn't known as the most powerful dark lord for nothing and he would find a way to get rid of that voice. And once he did, he would have enough power to singlehandedly topple the ministry and take over the wizarding world.
All he needed to do was be patient.
Under the same roof was Draco Malfoy who frankly, was miserable. His father was under suspicion by the ministry but he had made sure there wasn't enough evidence to take him into custody. Unfortunately it was not enough to protect him from the new project undertaken by the department of mysteries. Every time he stepped out he was always on his guard and there was an instance where they had tried to capture him but he wasn't one of the dark lord's favourites for nothing. His mother was working hard to keep the insane followers of the dark lord under control while protecting her son at the same time. All that stress was taking toll on her and she was now sporting dark circles under her eyes. She had lost a lot of weight and the once beautiful woman was a pale shadow of her former self.
Draco was beginning to understand what his father meant when he said he would regret it if he served under the dark lord and was now desperately wishing for a way out of this hell hole.
"Why hello little Draco!" came the cackling voice of his aunt Bellatrix and Draco shuddered in fear.
"Mother!" he called out nervously. "Auntie Bellatrix is here."
Pureblood domination be damned if this was the life he was going to lead, he thought bitterly as his mother quickly rushed into the room and craftily led Bellatrix out without offending the psychotic witch.
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"The day has come," thought Harry joyously. It was time to go back to Hogwarts and he was already packed and ready to leave.
Since the Hogwarts express was shut down for obvious reasons, the ministry had provided students with a portkey to the Hogsmeade station. For those living close to one another there was a common portkey but since the number 12 Grimmauld place did not exist in the eyes of the ministry, the students in the headquarters were leaving for Hogwarts by floo.
"Can't I just leave already?" Harry asked Sirius impatiently.
"Mad eye wants you all to leave together," replied Sirius. "He thinks it's safer that way."
Harry rolled his eyes. "How does it matter? It's a one way journey with no stops on the way."
Sirius shook his head. "He says it's possible to be kidnapped while in the floo network so he's going to drop you off one by one."
"Talk about being paranoid," muttered Harry.
"He is in charge of security Harry. So it's pointless to argue with him."
Harry sighed. "Where the hell is everybody then? Aren't they supposed to be down already?"
"Mary and Hermione are sitting in the kitchen and the Weasley kids are still getting ready," he said smiling.
"How much time do they need!"
Sirius shrugged. "They're a big family."
Harry sighed again and sank lower into his sofa.
"Be careful at Hogwarts Harry," said Sirius suddenly.
"What? Why?" asked Harry frowning.
"I'm sure you know that Voldemort has gone AWOL for the past few weeks."
Harry nodded.
"Well his deatheaters are getting impatient and they want to please their lord. Do something to get rewarded or stuff like that," said Sirius seriously.
"So?"
"What better that gifting the boy who lived to Voldemort?" he said. "Snape told us in one of our meetings that a few deatheaters are recruiting some of your seniors in an effort to kidnap you."
"And they're doing it without Voldemort knowing about it?"
Sirius nodded.
"They'll do anything to gain his favour. So you better be careful. Don't accept anything from anyone and make sure your friends are your friends and not polyjuiced ones."
"Don't worry Sirius," said Harry. "I can take care of myself."
"You probably can," replied his godfather. "But all I'm asking you to do is be on your guard and don't under any circumstances stray outside the wards of Hogwarts."
"Got it," said Harry with a smile. Even though he knew he was strong enough to fight off any attempt made to kidnap him, it felt good to know someone cared for him, genuinely.
"What about the others? Don't they get the same warning?" asked Harry.
"Moody will be lecturing them," said Sirius. "I told Moody that I'd give you the warning myself."
Right then Moody came marching into the room followed by the entire Weasley family and Lillian and Hermione with their parents.
He noticed Lillian's hair came down past her shoulders and it was now a shade darker than light brown. "After three hours of switching colours she settles on brown," thought Harry with a snort. A little voice at the back of his mind added, "But it looks good doesn't it?"
Harry chose to ignore that.
"Are you ready Potter," he barked.
Harry nodded.
He glanced at Sirius and Sirius gave a slight nod confirming that he had told Harry to watch out.
"Alright then. Potter, into the floo you go. Austin will go next followed by Granger and finally the Weasley's," he growled. "Are there any questions?"
There were several grunts of agreement and Harry in the mean time had dragged his trunk and himself into the fireplace awaiting Moody.
"Good," he said gruffly and squeezed beside Harry in the fireplace. "Hogwarts!" he yelled and they disappeared in a blaze of green flames.
Harry was propelled out of the fire place in Dumbledore's office and he quickly got of the way to make way for his trunk. Moody followed after and Harry was annoyed to see that the auror had stepped out of the fireplace as cool as a cucumber.
"Did anybody try to grab you?" he barked.
"No sir," said Harry, dusting the soot from his clothes.
"Good. You can go to your common room now," he said and stepped back into the floo. "And Potter," he called.
Harry turned around to see what the mad auror wanted now!
"Constant vigilance!" he shouted while his magical eye started spinning furiously in its socket.
"I'll keep that in mind," replied Harry wearily and was thankful to see the auror vanish from the fireplace.
Not wanting to meet anyone else coming from Grimmauld place and eager to go and lay on his bed before the feast started, Harry quickly left the headmasters office. He knew his trunk would somehow find its way to his room.
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After an hour of lazing the bedroom banged open and in walked in his best friend Blaise.
"You took my side of the room!" accused Blaise the moment he saw Harry.
Harry laughed. It felt good to be back.
"Are you sure Blaise?" he said pretending to be confused. "I saw a playboy on the other bed so I assumed that was yours."
Blaise glanced at the magazine and found that was indeed his. He frowned hard wondering if he had really forgotten which bed was his.
"Stop thinking so hard Blaise!" exclaimed Harry. "It's just a bed."
Blaise narrowed his eyes and then his face broke out into a grin. "I must be a little disoriented after that long portkey ride," he said. "It's good to see you."
Harry smirked. That was surprisingly easy! "Good to see you too," he said. "Where were you for it to take the portkey a while to reach Hogwarts?"
"Italy," said Blaise. "The moment the dark lord made his presence known my family packed their bags and left the country."
Harry frowned. It sounded cowardly to him but he didn't comment.
"It's better than having to choose a side," said Blaise reading Harry's mind. "I've told you before that the Zabini's like staying neutral."
"I'm not going to judge," said Harry hastily. "Thanks for the gift by the way," he added. "It was nice."
"You too," he said. "That Cosmopolitan gave me a lot of important info."
Harry grinned. "For a person who doesn't have a lot of girl friends you take surprising amounts of pain to make sure they're taken good care of."
Blaise raised his head high. "I was born to love girls, not just remain friends with them. Once I feel I'm knowledgeable enough to understand the psyche of a woman I'll start to romance them."
Harry rolled his eyes. "And how many girls do you intend to romance?"
"It could be just one or maybe even ten. But once I find the perfect girl for me, I'll never let her go," he said dreamily while Harry just rolled his eyes.
"You should have been born a girl!"
"There's no harm in being a sensitive guy," chided Blaise.
"Weren't you the one telling me that you were proud that I was just dating Daphne for the snogging?" questioned Harry, amused.
"I was proud because just a few months prior to that you were painfully oblivious to the hot girls that were around you," retorted Blaise. "A few times I even thought you were gay!"
Harry winced. "Let's go the great hall," he said quickly, not wanting Blaise to start about his ignorance in that department.
"What time is it?" asked Blaise.
"6:30," replied Harry. "The feast starts at 7:00."
On their way down they met up with the other Slytherin third years and Harry noticed that Malfoy had lost weight and his usual haughty, arrogant expression was no longer there. When they entered the great hall Harry was even more surprised to see another table next to the Professor's table which was occupied by several people. It then struck him that they were the families who had taken sanctuary in Hogwarts.
Once everybody was seated Dumbledore rose and cleared his throat loudly.
Silence fell over the entire hall.
"Welcome back," he said, smiling under his beard. "I hope you had a good time with your families in these dangerous times."
He paused and gazed at all five tables.
"Due to the war, Hogwarts has granted refuge to those fear attack from the deatheaters and to those who cannot afford to place strong wards around their homes. The north and east wing of the sixth floor has been opened up to these families and they have promised to stay out of the way of the students during classes. If some of your parents are living in the castle then you can choose to stay with them or remain in your common rooms.
For all those of you feel Hogwarts is vulnerable to attack than let me assure you that not matter how hard Voldemort tries," Dumbledore ignored the gasps at the name of the dark lord, "he will not be able to enter this castle as long as I am here," said Dumbledore putting to ease some of the concerns several families and students had.
"Also please do not be lulled into a false sense of security since there haven't been any attacks by Voldemort," There were numerous gasps and shrieks this time around, "The danger is still present and will not disappear until he is defeated. So if you ever leave the castle for whatever reasons you might have, please be on your guard!"
Once again his eyes swept the hall.
"Thank you," he said and took his seat.
There was scattered applause after Dumbledore's speech and very sober atmosphere lingered after it but it soon changed to joyous and cheery when the food began to appear in front of them.
As usual the elves had made a feast worthy of a king and everyone dug in with relish.
Once they were all full and the food had gone Dumbledore stood up once more.
"Once again welcome back! Sleep well and control your bladders!"
If the feast hadn't lightened the atmosphere then that certainly did.
"I bet that was directed at you Blaise," sniggered Harry.
"You're the water boy not me smartass," shot back Blaise.
"Point taken," replied Harry grinning following the rest of the Slytherin's back to their common room.
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Slowly the months began to creep by. At the beginning Harry thought that time at Hogwarts would snail past this term but it was quite the opposite. Between the frustrating occlumency sessions, massive amounts of homework and intense Quidditch practice sessions the days simply whizzed past.
The families living at Hogwarts were almost nonexistent to the students in the castle. They just showed up only during eating hours and later in the evening they would come out for a stroll by the lake.
The deatheaters were still quiet apart from the occasional muggle baiting which the ministry had kept firmly under control.
One would think that the people would take this as a good sign and get about their businesses again but all it had done was increase their fear. The silence from Voldemort had put everyone on the edge and they knew that any time this little break they were experiencing would blow right in their faces.
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The month of February had set in and there was an air of excitement in the castle. The first reason being Valentine 's Day was around the corner and the second because the Quidditch final was getting closer too, being scheduled on the 26th of the month between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
A very tired and dirty Harry was returning from the Quidditch ground after a particularly exhausting practice session when he ran into Daphne.
"Oh, hi Harry," she said with a smile.
"Your shirt seems really untidy," commented Harry with a grin.
"Oh that," she replied blushing. "I was with Adrian."
"As in the Rawenclaw fifth year?"
Daphne nodded while smoothening out her shirt. "So got any date for the 14th?" she asked him.
"Nope."
"Susan really likes you, you know," she said slyly.
"Does she now," asked Harry smirking.
"You want to ask her out?"
"If she's that interested then ask her to ask me herself," he said shrugging. "Now I'm really tired and would love to take a shower."
That said he turned around and started walking back to his dorm.
"Wait!" said Daphne and quickly caught up with him. "Don't you want a date for Valentines Day!"
"Daphne, I could care less about Valentines Day."
Daphne huffed. "I thought you would jump at an opportunity to go out with her. She is hot you know!"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine, tell her to meet me in the great hall at 9. We leave for Hogsmeade at 9.30 alright?" Frankly he didn't care at the moment and if a girl really wanted to go on a date with him he would just play along. . . . . And enjoy the date too!
"Okie Dokie," said Daphne happily.
"You know, I figured you'd still be mad at me for dumping you," he said.
"Let bygones be bygones," she said, "Besides, it's not like we were in an actual relationship."
Harry grimaced. "Salazar," he said opening up the entrance to their common room.
"Harry! There you are!"
"Ginny, what is it?"
"Nothing," replied the redhead. "It's just been a while since we last spoke that's all."
Harry sighed. "I'd love to catch up and all but as you can see," he said gesturing at his clothes. "I'm very dirty."
"I do have eyes you know," she said rolling her eyes. "How about we talk later," she said while shifting her eyes towards Daphne and back to Harry quick as lightening.
"Sure," replied Harry narrowing his eyes. "I'll catch you later alright Daphne?"
"Bye Potter," said the dark haired Slytherin before heading over to the group of forth years by the fireplace.
"What's this about?" Harry asked Ginny as he was walked towards his dorm.
"Something I overheard, something important," she whispered. "I'll see you outside the common room at 10.00."
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Far from the Dungeons, in the Gryffindor tower things were quite cheery.
Practically the entire house was being setup for blind dates for Valentines Day. At one side of the common room were the girls, third year and above of course. And on the other side were the boys, third year and above again.
"Alrightyho people!" said Fred happily. We are ten dates down and many more to go. George please pick a name from the boys bowl!"
Behind him Colin Creevy was providing a drum roll.
"And Lee Jordan is the man!"
"And now for the lucky girl Fred."
"Well, well, well!" said Fred. "It's the lioness of house Lillian Mary Austin!"
"And now to seal the deal shall the man be allowed to kiss the woman," said George bowing towards Lillian.
Lillian grinned, "He is allowed," she said dramatically.
Jordan pecked her lightly on the lips to loud cheer from the common room.
"And the next girl to be picked isssssss... Patricia Stimpson!"
"Her date will be Percy Weasley," said George softly and the common room went 'ooooohhhhh'.
"Now will Prefect Weasley be allowed to kiss Prefect Stimpson?"
Stimpson blushed before agreeing much to Percy's delight.
"You shouldn't have turned down McLaggen Hermione," said Lillian laughing.
"Have you seen him!" she whispered back. "And plus I don't think this is right age for dating and all. We should be concentrating on our studies!"
"Bollocks Hermione," said Ron. "You're just scared that's all!"
"I am not!" she said in indignation.
"Are too."
"Am not and you're no one to talk Ronald. You kissed Lavender on her cheek when she puckered her lips at you!"
Ron blushed. "I didn't think it was appropriate that's all! Mary however didn't find it awkward at all!"
Hermione shifted her gaze back to Lillian. "Is there something you're not telling us Mary?"
"It was a peck on the lip! What's there to be awkward about!" she said defending herself.
"Does that mean that was your first kiss?" asked Ron curiously.
"Maybe," she said slyly. "Ask me no questions and I tell you no lies!"
"Lillian Mary Austin!" huffed Hermione.
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10.00pm, outside the common room of the Slytherin house.
"Ginny?" called out Harry.
"Over here."
Harry looked around and spotted her near a hole in the wall.
"A secret room?" he asked.
"I found it by accident and it's just a small room. Probably a secret broom cupboard," she said grinning.
"So what's this all about?"
At once her face went tense.
"I overheard Pucey and Flint talking," she whispered. "Talking about the You Know Who and... and you."
"Me?" asked Harry, his interest now peaked.
"They said that it's been months and the dark lord should be waking soon."
"Waking?"
"Yes," she said, her voice now turning fearful. "And they were talking about how to win his favour once he awakes."
Ginny looked down and began to wring her fingers.
"Ginny," said Harry softly. "What did they say about me?"
"I don't know if they were serious our not but they said they could gift the boy who lived to the dark lord," she said with tears in her eyes. "And then laughing, Flint says but not before the Quidditch final."
"Did they say anything else?"
She nodded.
"P-pucey said that gifting you to him as soon as he wakes will guarantee them a place in the inner circle."
Tears were slowly making their way down the redhead's cheek as she spoke.
Harry felt a little annoyed at the tears falling but he gently wiped away her tears and looked into her eyes. "Have you told anyone else about this Ginny?"
"I told the headmaster immediately," she said. "And he said that he'd take care of it and not to worry."
"Great!" thought Harry exasperatedly "Just what I need! More eyes being kept on me".
"Do you think he'd approve of you telling me this?" he asked her curiously.
"He said that it was up to me to decide," she said sniffing.
They fell silent as Harry's mind began to work. Sirius was right, he thought. There was going to be an attempt to capture him. The question was, should he take care of it now or wait for them to try!
"Thanks for telling me this Ginny," he said with a smile. "But you shouldn't worry. Trust professor Dumbledore."
Ginny nodded. "Please be careful Harry," she said. She then hugged him and left.
Harry just stood there looking bemused before shaking his head and leaving himself. He didn't head back to the common room but decided to go and meet Dumbledore. After hearing what Ginny had to say, his drive to master occlumency had increased even more.
Even if by any chance he was to be captured he would make his captors feel unimaginable pain before putting them out of their misery.
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Flashback
"Ready Harry?"
"Why don't you stop talking and start throwing bitch," said a blindfolded Harry with a smirk.
"You're going to pay for calling me that boy," growled Perenelle Flamel as she conjured what seemed to be a hundred sharp spears all around Harry.
Harry smiled. "Spears Penny? You trying to kill me or something?"
"Your sensing has improved if you know they're spears."
Harry grinned in anticipation and readied himself. Once he had felt his magic spreading out from his body, it had suddenly become easier to manipulate it. Before he could move objects by looking at them, but now he had the ability to spread his magic with his eyes closed and literally touch things with it.
"Here they come!" shouted Penny and hurled the spears at Harry.
When the spears were about 10 feet away from Harry, they seemed to run into an invisible barrier and clattered to the ground. A few seconds latter Harry fell to his knees panting.
"That was harder than I thought it would be!"
"But it was much better and much stronger than I expected," said Penny in approval. "I can't believe it's taken you just three days to come this far!"
"Thanks, so are we done for today?"
"Not quite," she said, her tone turning grim. "You'll be leaving in two days and I have one final lesson to teach you."
"What's that?"
"Wait here," she said before disapparating.
She returned a few minutes later and was not alone. She was companied by two men, both who were in handcuffs and in prison clothes.
"What's this about?" asked Harry confused.
"Today Harry, you are going to learn how and what it feels like to kill."
End flashback
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26th February, after the Quidditch final
The atmosphere in the Slytherin common room was subdued. The Quidditch final was over and the match had ended in a draw resulting in a Gryffindor victory. The Slytherin's needed at least a margin of 30 points to win the cup because they had been hammered by Rawenclaw barely managed to conjure a victory against Hufflepuff when Harry had disappeared while Gryffindor in turn had hammered Rawenclaw and Hufflepuff.
If it weren't for Harry the final score line would have read 300 to nothing but that's to the young seeker it read 150 points each.
Some blamed Harry for not catching the snitch sooner and some were grateful that he saved the house of the serpent the blushes.
The entire house was in mourning except for Harry who was being congratulated and comforted by Susan in an empty class room somewhere on the first floor!
Suddenly, deep within the contents of Harry's trunk, the device which Nicolas Flamel had given him was acting strangely. Instead of the reading increasing it was suddenly decreasing drastically and came to halt at zero percent.
At the same time, miles away in Malfoy manor, in a secluded room Lord Voldemort opened his eyes. His were no longer black, nor were they red but instead they were blue, they were back to their original colour.
He sat still for a minute letting his mind adjust to being back to the real world. He then slowly withdrew his wand and made sure his body was functioning normally after being in a coma like state for so long.
Once he was satisfied he pushed himself up and conjured a mirror to see what he looked like.
He was a little surprised at what he saw but not disappointed. He was still bald but he had lost his reptilian features and had regained some of his Tom Riddle features. Now if someone who had known him in the past saw him, they would be able to make the connection if they looked hard enough. The madness that was there in him was gone and to Voldemort, it felt like he was looking and thinking clearly after a very, very long time.
Remembering he was in Malfoy manor he headed to the living room and found it empty.
Smirking he lazily flicked his wand summoning Lucius to him. Upstairs Lucius Malfoy was fast asleep and received the shock of his life when he suddenly felt something yanking on his feet and talking him flying downstairs.
"What in the name of Morgana!" he shouted as he was dragged on the ground of his living room before coming to a stop. He hauling himself up and drew his wand from his night robes.
"You dare to draw your wand against your master Lucius?" drawled the cold and strong voice of lord Voldemort.
Shocked Lucius looked into the face of his before quickly tucking his wand in his robes and dropping to his knees.
"My Lord," he whispered in shock and kissed the hem of the dark lord's robes.
"Show me your left arm Lucius," said Voldemort lazily. "It's time for our army to regroup and turn our dreams into reality."
"Something has changed in the dark lord... again," thought Lucius with a shudder as he rolled back his sleeve. He winced as he felt his mark flare with heat and pain.
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The house was soon filled with the sounds of apparation and each and every inner circle death eater quickly got into their positions.
"My loyal followers," began Voldemort in his smooth voice once his men had taken their positions. "The past few months have been long and dark. For me and for you."
He paused and surveyed his men.
"Dark for me because I was fighting with something inside me and dark for you because you had no one to guide you. But fear no more," he said, his voice dropping an octave.
He lips curled as he passed by Nott and Goyle.
"I sense that some of you are disappointed at my revival and wish that I had not awoken. It seems to me that you have forgotten our purpose, the reason we started this war. The reason we spill blood!"
Many in the group shifted uncomfortably while some stood straighter looking proud.
"Care to enlighten us Lucius?"
"We fight so that we do not have to live in hiding anymore my lord. We fight because we should not be afraid of our powers being discovered. We fight so that we take our rightful place at the top of the world!"
"I could not have put it better myself," said Voldemort. "Remember my men! There is no good or evil. There is only power. We are going to win! We are going to win this war of freedom and regain our rightful place in this world!" he said passionately.
All the deatheaters roared, the fire in their hearts ignited by their lord!
Voldemort smiled and raised his hands. "Tomorrow we shall let the magical world know of my return and my intentions! Tomorrow, is the dawn of a new era!"
The wizarding world was in for a rude awakening.