Post by Stalin on Feb 13, 2007 20:34:20 GMT -5
August 2003
Sometimes he really felt that this Horcrux searching business was a wild good chase. He had roamed around the various forests in England before finding out that not only had he been searching the wrong “Dark Forest”, he’d been in the wrong country! Who knew there were so many forests in the wizarding world labeled Dark, anyway? Now that he thought about it, it only fit that Voldemort would seek immortality in the most renowned province of Europe where the undead lived: Transylvania. Obviously Voldemort was cozy with the blood sucking fiends. Who wasn’t? Harry Potter scoffed as he waved his wand in front of him to move the branches out of his way. Yeah, he was traipsing through a forest in Transylvania all right; you could say something about his Gryffindor recklessness, but then you’d be ignoring the heavy scent of garlic in the air. Oh, there were only about a thousand cloves of garlic shoved in any pocket and crevice they could fit in. Did garlic even work against vampires? Who knew, but better safe than sorry; if only the smell wasn’t so Merlin damned offensive. As Charlie said, he shouldn’t expect to be picking up any girls on this mission.
Harry tried not to think of what supposedly lived in the area, instead keeping his eyes peeled for the castle they were looking for. Oh, how cliché Harry had thought at first: “Who owns this castle, Dracula?” He joked. Charlie had just looked at him before laughing and saying, “Oh, no, that Muggle story isn’t real. Nah, the vampire’s name is actually Vitruvius Carbo.” There was a bit of jaw-dropping after that. But here he was, looking for Horcrux in a masterfully hidden castle in the middle of nowhere he really wanted to be. Oh, woes of being the supposed Chosen One. Harry glanced behind him briefly to see if Charlie was making on all right, only to see that he wasn’t there. His brow furrowed and he turned back forward to see if the older man had slipped by him when he wasn’t looking. Something flitted in front of his vision for a second, startling him into stepping backwards.
“Careful there,” were the words spoken into his ear as he felt himself collide with a body behind him. The voice definitely did not belong to Charlie and neither did he think the older Weasley would hold him the way this person was. Their bodies were meshed together and he could feel the stranger’s breath on his neck, almost as if they were leaning over to speak directly into his ear – or…perhaps that was just something subsequent of trying to lick his neck. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he thought about what this was that was embracing him. A vampire. He tried to get away, he really did. He tried to say something to get the creature to take his filthy hands off him, but as his feet twitched to move away and his mouth opened to retort, his intent changed. His words changed to screams as he felt elongated canines sink into the flesh of his throat, blood being pulled from all parts of his body to two deceptively small holes in his neck. The last thing he processed before falling unconscious were the words, “Welcome to the family.”
October 2020
He had spent seven precious years developing what would be his most lethal attack against the world yet. Voldemort didn’t consider his attack on Hogwarts in 1996 anything special; he had only been attempting to get rid of some of those nuisances that stood in his way. No, this little plan that he was brewing away and perfecting with the lives of innocent wizards would be what really made people fear him. Oh, stealing the life of Dumbledore right from under his nose had been a delicious treat indeed. How he had wished he had been able to do it himself! But Severus Snape had deserved the honor he had been given. Being forced to live under the watchful eye of the barmy old man had been rather horrid for his spy and the death of that old man had been his reward. Voldemort had always had his eye on the bigger picture, however, and his bigger picture included the large death count of those he loathed: Muggles and anyone with their disgusting blood running through their veins. Finally, this bigger picture, his dream, would become a reality. Tomorrow, the wizarding world would be decimated by his perfect little Potion Master’s developed disease.
It was a communicable virus that he had thought to create, one that attacked the magical core of any that had an ounce of Muggle blood in their bodies. Purebloods would be immune to the disease, blissfully surviving the ordeal to fill in the positions of power that would be vacated by Mudbloods. Halfbloods would experience an extreme bout of the flu and some would die if not treated, but that did not matter. It was the Mudblood population that would be thoroughly decimated. Oh, there was an antidote, an immunity – how else would he or his precious Potions Master survive the ordeal if there were not? But the supplies were limited and not just anyone would be allowed to partake in the antidote. It was only a pity that that Potter boy had been given immunity by being turned into a vampire. Not that he mattered anyway; the moment the world had turned the back on their savior because of his vampirism he had run away like a dog with his tail between his legs.
The most precious death he was looking forward to now was that of one Hermione Granger, head of the Order of the Phoenix. The group had made itself public in an attempt to garner support without their precious Chosen One as a figurehead. Some had rallied to their support, but more had turned to the Ministry who was now putting into effect a plan that would throw into Azkaban anyone who appeared to be conversing with someone who was thought to be a Death Eater. The Ministry’s measures were extreme and harsh and many innocent lives had been thrown away along with Death Eaters. Voldemort passed the Ministry off as a mere annoyance that would hopefully also suffer from his little disease.
It is almost a pity that this well thought plan of Voldemort’s would be overshadowed by something else in the next five years. Oh, lives are being lost and the potion is most definitely a success and in fact continues to grow in its lethalness around all of Europe; but in the year 2025, there is a new sort of tension. Something is broiling beneath the surface that is going to shake the nations more than Voldemort’s disease. Vampires are coming out of hiding and werewolves are no longer so happy with blending in with humans. Ancient blood feuds are going to be brought out into the open and at the center lays, of course, the person who always seems to rock the ground beneath everyone’s feet: Harry Potter.