Why not join the dark?

Weasleys

Harry tossed and turned in his bed. His restless sleep being attributed to the dream he was currently having.

He watched as an old man put a kettle on the stove, setting it to boil. The old man then looked out the window and noticed a light on in the old riddle property, developing an annoyed frown. The man threw down a dirty rag and headed for the door, "bloody kids".

He walked through the old graveyard, his torch lighting his path, as a crown flew over head, screeching loudly.

He used the metal rail to help himself up the stone steps, peering through the doorway of the building.

He moved quietly, looking around with wary alert, until he heard a slight noise above himself.

Heading for the noise, he made his way up the stairs. His light illuminating the fancy stairway, ahead.

The man heard whispering, causing him to turn off his flashlight, so that he wouldn't be prematurely discovered. The whispers sounded like someone arguing and he froze, with a panicked expression, as he stepped on an old, creaky, wooden step.

The voices didn't seem to notice the sound and he carried on forward, stopping once he could see into the room.

Worm tail rounded a wing-backed armchair, talking to whoever was within it. "Oh no, of course not Lord Voldemort. Perhaps if we were to do it, without the boy..." he gestured placatingly over the chair, only to be interrupted.

"No! The boy is everything, it can not be done without him! And it will be done, exactly as I said!" The voice was raspy and weak, distorted like a whisper.

Another, younger, man entered the old man's view, kneeling down beside the raspy voice, going so far as to take the frail bone-like hand within his own.

"I will not fail, I will renew you, my lord." The man promised, looking intent. He had brown scruffy hair, heavy clothing and a feral glint to his eye. "Good. Contact our comrades, send them a sign!"

A large snake slithered up the stairs, narrowly passing the old man and causing him to startle as he saw the deadly python on the ground.

He observed as it entered the room, curling around the chair. Harry could hear as it began to speak to Lord Voldemort. Its parseltongue indistinguishable as if he was hearing it through another's untrained ears.

The younger male, knelt by the chair, watched the snake closely, leaning away slightly as it neared him.

"Nagini tells me that the old caretaker is standing just outside the door." His voice had picked up, sounding slightly jubilant as he finished.

The younger male's eyes immediately went to the gap in the door, fixing upon the old man.

Wormtail suddenly appeared in the crack, blocking his sight of the people behind him. A sadistic grin on his face.

"Step aside wormtail..."

The caretaker moved backwards, startled by his sudden discovery.

"...so I can give, our guest, a proper greeting!" His voice became more hiss-like and the short chubby man smiled as he moved to the side, giving a clear line of view to the armchair.

The old man held up his hands, like he would to surrender, and tried to reverse quickly away.

"Avada Kedavra!" The voice shouted and the old man was lit in killing curse green, as he was thrown back with a terrified scream. The kettle then boiled and a screeching sound penetrated Harry's head, causing him pain with the high pitched intensity of the noise.