Midnight Disaster | Harry Potter FanFiction

Capitulum Viginty

Voldemort turned away from Harry and approached Barty Crouch, Jr., not giving a second glance at Pettigrew who was still on the ground bleeding. Crouch had turned to face Voldemort, still on his knees and his head still bowed. A hissing was heard, alerting Harry that the large snake was moving. Harry watched as the snake moved towards him and stopped at his feet, watching him, daring him to move so it could strike at him. Cautiously, Harry glanced back at Voldemort and saw Crouch handing over a wand.

For a moment Voldemort just held the wand in his hand, like he was remembering how it felt before returning his eyes to Crouch. "Hold out your arm," he ordered. There was no room for objection in his voice. Crouch obediently extended his left arm and pulled his sleeve up to his elbow, revealing something that looked like a dark red tattoo resembling the Dark Mark that Harry had read about in the 'Daily Prophet'. It was the same mark shown in the sky after the Quidditch World Cup" a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. Voldemort took a close look at the mark and smiled. "It's back," he hissed. "Now we shall see how many have foolishly turned against me."

Without warning Voldemort touched the mark on Crouch's arm. Harry felt another burst of pain from the scar on his forehead as Crouch let out a scream. As fast as the pain had come it was gone. Bowing his head and breathing heavily, Harry forced himself to look over at Voldemort and Crouch to see the Dark Lord pulling his hand away from a now dark black mark.

Voldemort stood up straight and looked around the graveyard with a cruel smile on his face. His stance was foreboding yet somewhat impatient. Harry didn't want to think about what Voldemort was waiting for but that didn't stop his mind from coming up with possibilities. Whoever 'they' were Harry knew that they were servants of Voldemort. The question was what type of servants were they?

After a few minutes, Voldemort turned back to face Harry, his evil smile widening. "Harry Potter," he hissed. "You are sitting on the grave of my late father. He was a Muggle and nothing more than a fool—similar to your mother. Both of them served a purpose and nothing more. Your mother died to save you and I killed my father, only providing his usefulness after death. My father turned away from my mother when he found out she was a witch...much like your relatives turned against you."

Harry's eyes widened at the statement. Voldemort knew about Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia? What else had Pettigrew and Crouch told him? How much did he know about Remus and Sirius? Did he know about his outbursts? Did he know about the training Sirius and Remus had given him? The thought of Voldemort knowing so much about him made Harry feel sick to his stomach.

"Oh yes, my spies have informed me all about you, Harry Potter," Voldemort continued with a cold laugh. "You were taken from your abusive uncle and given to a blood traitor and a werewolf. Don't worry. Both of them can be easily turned to follow me." Harry paled at the comment. "Revenge was taken against your uncle. Granted you needed the Muggle-loving fool to do it for you instead of taking it into your own hands. I took the revenge against my father. My mother died giving birth to me. I had to be raised in a Muggle orphanage since my father had left my mother before I was born. We share the same name, you know. Tom Riddle, a name I couldn't wait to leave behind."

The sound of the swishing of cloaks alerted both Harry and Voldemort that others had arrived. "My true family has finally returned," whispered Voldemort. Black cloaked figures appeared between the graves with a cracking noise, the sound of wizards Apparating. They all wore white masks and had their hoods up, blocking anything of their head that could identify them. Slowly, they started moving, one by one, towards Voldemort, falling to their knees as the reached him and kissed the hem of his robes while calling Voldemort 'Master'.

Once they had greeted the Dark Lord, they stood back up and backed away; forming a circle around the grave Harry was bound to. Nervously glancing around, Harry noticed gaps in the circle. These people were wearing the same robes as Crouch and Pettigrew pushing Harry to the conclusion that these...men were Death Eaters, Voldemort's loyal followers.