Rose Weasley, the daughter of Molly and Arthur Weasley and the twin sister of Ginny Weasley. What happens when she goes to Hogwarts, will she get in the same house as the rest of her family. Will she make friends, do good in classes, and survive the...
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Wormtail walked forward and raised his wand and levitated Harry to the Riddle's grave and trapped him there. I ran over to him but before I could reach him Wormtail flicked his wand and I went flying into another grave and I felt my arms and legs get tied to it. I felt a little dizzy but I snapped my thoughts back when I heard Harry scream in pain.
"The dark lord will rise again!" Wormtail yelled. Harry screamed again as Wormtail ran away as the cauldron, that I didn't even notice was there, burst into flames. Then someone floated down to the ground. It had a black cloak that draped down to the ground as he landed on the hard grass. I felt everything get pulled out of me and get to that... thing. I screamed in intense pain.
My vision finally settled on a figure. A figure with a black cloak, white face, red eyes. It looked like a snake. He looked like a snake.
"Lord Voldemort." I whispered to myself. He took in what he looked like, he seemed impressed. He then walked quickly over to Wormtail who quivered in fear.
"My lord." He whimpered.
"Wormtail. My wand." Voldemort commanded. Wormtail whimpered and bowed as he offered Voldemort his wand and the dark lord took it with pride.
"Your arm Wormtail." He ordered. Wormtail shot up and gave him a fake look of gratitude.
"Thank you. Thank you my lord." He said offering his arm that was missing his hand. Wait what!
"The other arm Wormtail!" Voldemort snapped. Wormtail whimpered and offered his other arm where the dark Mark was printed.
Voldemort took his wand and put it against the dark mark and did some type of spell that made Wormtail's eyes widen. Then a dark mark printed itself into the sky and black smoke came out of the mark and landed on the ground. Erupting from the smoke was.... deatheaters.
Voldemort scurried to the middle of the graveyard.
"My dear friends. Thirteen years it's been. And yet you stand here as though it were only yesterday.... I find myself. Disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me." He said with great disappointment. He ran around taking off the deatheaters masks as they fell to their knees, when he stopped at one particular deatheater.
"Not even you.... Lucius." He said before ripping off the mask of the last deatheater. Lucius fell to his knees. I then recognized him.... Draco's father.
"My lord. If I detected any sign, whispers of your whereabouts-" he started.
"There were signs my slippery friend. And more then whispers." Voldemort whispered.
"I assure you my lord. I have never renounced the old ways. The face I have been applied to presente the day your.... absence.... that is the true mask." Lucius said with venom as he stood from his knee.
