~~~~~A Harry Potter Fan-fiction~~~~~
Harry tries to have some quiet time after the final battle with Voldemort was over. So he travels to New York City to find some peace. But another threat awaits for him there... Will the dangers that have threate...
"Silence!!!!!!!" A loud cry echoed in the metallic structure. Deatheaters and werewolves, along with many other creatures had gathered around a long dark grey table. Their shoes were soaked in sewers' dirt and the smell of old cheese had taken over the room, making the atmosphere even more sickening, but none of Voldemort's old followers seemed to care.
They were all now looking at Greyback, the werewolf who was honored to be a Deatheater but not worthy enough to be granted a dark mark. Had escaped the wrath of Voldemort after the events in Malfoy manor, he had been gathering werewolves in secret to finally get his rightful place by force. When the Dark Lord died, killed by his greatest enemy, the boy who lived, Harry Potter, the chosen one, Greyback helped many Deatheaters escape their punishment in exchange their loyalty to him. The spot in the top of the world was open again and Greyback felt like he was born for the job.
"As I was saying, Harry Potter is here." Greyback said with a low hard voice.
Whispers sounded again and the werewolf rushed to explain his words.
"Not in here, in New York generally. Now there's no need to worry. He doesn't know what we're doing and he is not going to find out until it's too late." Greyback suddenly changed his mood. He wore his best heartbraken face, a face that could surely win a Golden Statue, an Oscar as muggles say, and started talking in a widower's voice. "We all know that this Potter killed our beloved founder and leader, our Dark Lord. But now it's time for us to get revenge upon this loss. WE can succeed in our mission, bring Lord Voldemort's vision to life. WE can create a new world. A BETTER world. A world where WE will be the rulers. A world where we'll be free to do magic and those filthy muggles will have to hide in the shadows!"
The Deatheaters cried "Greyback" filled with enthusiasm.
"Hector. I believe you should tell our company what you have discovered."
Hector stood up and cleared his throat. He looked at the people around the table. Black robes. It had gotten tiring. He wore blue today.
"I was in the train, spraying around the «air stinkner», old leaves aroma, I've taken from some kids earlier that morning, they were using it to make my front yard smell..."
"Get to the point!" Greyback snarled.
"Yes, yes," Hector continued anxiously. " I saw Ms Leonov from the Ministry with a young man waiting at the entrance station. Something seemed really familiar in that boy. So I hid behind the seats of course to get more information. Turns out that was Harry Potter. The minister asked him to meet him."
Deatheaters and werewolves, creatures of day and night, all looked at each other worryingly. Hector sat down at his uncomfortable chair. Greyback was massaging his upper nose, the part of it between the eyes, trying to get rid of the terrible headache he felt some days during the full moons. He stood up, hands on the table and leaned over the table.
"We don't know what the Minister knows of our plan, but it won't matter. The shrime we're looking for is forgotten by wizards. They will not find any information in any of their books. We will enact the curse upon the muggles! And after that, we will be KINGS AND QUEENS OF THE WORLD!"
A roar of celebration echoed in the tunnels, and Greyback smirked with pride. He had won the first round. He wouldn't get obsessed in killing Potter, because he couldn't. He indeed was a wizard but not a very powerful one and he knew that. No. He would wait for Potter to meet his end by his own...
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The room was now empty. Only Greyback stood alone in the dark. He picked up a black sac and walked to the next tunnel. He found an old ladder and climbed. He was now in an alley. The wall behind him was covered with graffiti. He moved towards it and tapped a black painted brickt with his wand. It disappeared, revealing a small cylinder floating in the hole.
He took it with his dirty hand and disapparated. He felt his body being stretched as he was travelling. Alas, he appeared in the middle of a forest. His legs were weakened and he barely stood. He opened the cylinder and took out a scroll. His very own entrance pass to the secret glade.
The trees were fewer, but the place was even more dark then the outside. Greyback stood now at the end of a muddy path.
There were six tall boulders lining the path, each one with a different carving of letters. H.F., D.A., G., H.S., N.L., K.D.M. .At the other end of the path, there stood a rock table on which someone had poured liquid silver, hundreds of years ago...
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Greyback moved toward the table. It would be dark soon. He should move fast. He lifted his sleeve and drew his wand. He tapped his wand on the table and instantly two very shallow holes one inside the other, were carved in the silver. The small circle at the centre was filled with some white liquid. The bigger hole was divided at four. Each part had a small carving at the bottom: a Horned Serpent, a Wampus, a Thunderbird and a Pukwudgie. The four symbols of the four Ilvermorny houses.
Greyback lowered his wand until he touched the white liquid with his wand tip. After that he drew a line with it on his forearm. A dark mark appeared. No, not a Dark Mark. This was different.
Two snakes, with eyes black as night, were wrapped around a fire. A fire with no smoke. A fire with no source. A fire made by magic.
