In the Darkness (open)

[rissa]

Uprising



Rise Up and Take the Power Back

Darkness. Nothing but darkness in the world around and light is no where to be found. For Lord Voldemort, he reveled in the darkness, taking delight in every moment of it. It's where he did his best thinking. He remembered his time in Hogwarts, where he had to go through the lower levels of the castle to get to the Slytherin Common Room. He remembered the other dark corridors of the castle he wandered through to find the Chamber of Secrets. He remembered all the different secret passage ways he'd found and discovered while he was there. Some of them some of the students knew about, but some of the passageways were brand new, no one had ever been through them. No one except maybe Salazar Slytherin himself.

But that was a time and a place long ago best forgotten. He had transfigured himself so that no one would recognize him after he had left, and when he returned, no one did recognize him as Tom Riddle. He had come back as Lord Voldemort, which those of which who had attended Hogwarts with him would know that he was Tom. He had had other students begin calling him Voldemort while he had been in Hogwarts, so they knew it was Tom, but he had no longer wished to be called Tom. He was now and forever shall be named Voldemort, a name he knew would haunt and terrify the wizarding world for years to come. His name would live in infamy. He was the darkest of all the dark wizards, and that was something he was particularly proud of.

But coming back that time was nothing like when he had come back this last time. He had been dead for several years, or at least, that's what people had believed. He had gone to kill the Potter family, having only succeeded in killing the parents. They did not support his cause, and Lily Potter herself had come from a Muggle family, so it was her kind he was trying to rid the world of to begin with. And James Potter was nothing but a Muggle-lover. Voldemort's plan was to rid the world of all Muggles and muggle-lovers alike. Never mind the fact that he himself was not a pure blood. This was something that had vexed him for quite some time. Not even killing his father was enough for him. He had to kill all of the filthy things.

But first, his target was none other than the boy who had lived. Harry Potter. He was, in essences, just like Voldemort. Born of a muggle and a wizard, of course, with Voldemort it was reversed, but that was beside the point. He could do one of two things, Voldemort thought to himself as he sat in the darkness. “I could kill the boy,” his voice came out in it's raspy, airy and blurred manner. “Or I could get him to come to my side.” The plan was evil, and of course killing the torture and enticing Voldemort would put him through to get him over to his side would be particularly enjoyable. After all, he could be almost as great of a wizard as he was. Then again, killing was quite fun and Voldemort did enjoy it so much.

Never Be Afraid to Die

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[colden]

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Colden sat in the small pub in Knockturn Alley; the landlady stood not too far away scrubbing away at the bar listening to some man moan about how his life had fallen apart and how his wife had left him and blah blah blah. It was starting to get rather annoying if he was being perfectly honest and he was starting to wish that someone would tell him to shut up. So what if his wife had left him? From what he had heard from the man's slurred words his wife was better off without him and he without her. She had cheated on him, him on her and she was a muggle lover; someone like that didn't deserve to be live let alone to be married to a pureblood; even if it was a drunken one at that. Honestly the man's behaviour was enough to put the pureblood status to shame and Colden was beginning to find his patience wearing thin. Was this man even a pureblood? Someone like him couldn't possibly be, no, he was probably just some halfblood wishing he could be pureblood. There were so many of them but at least most of them acted with some dignity and self respect. This man was just a disgrace and he didn't even seem to realise it; he was completely oblivious to the bored state of the barmaid and the angry and annoyed glares from all the other customers. Honestly how on earth he had avoided being cursed and thrown out was anyone's guess but if he continued to moan Colden would have to do it himself.

Signalling the barmaid over [and probably rescuing her] he pushed over his finished drink of mead. I'll have some Ogden's Old Firewhiskey. Giving the barmaid the required money he took the drink as soon as it came over and took a sip of it; feeling its slight burning effect run down his throat. Getting out of his seat by the bar he decided to go sit on one of the sofas, after all he deserved to be comfortable didn't he? As he headed towards the sofa he took out his wand; muttering a small curse under his breath as he passed the very annoying wizard, causing him to fall backwards and become unconscious. If this had been the Leaky Cauldron or even The Three Broomsticks then people may have cared about what he had done and he may have even been thrown out. That's why he liked this place; no one gave a damn about what you did, [he had yet to test what may happen if he actually used an 'unforgivable' curse but this *was* Knockturn Alley] and besides the man had been annoying everyone. If anything he'd done the man a favour by knocking him out before someone had done worse to him. The way Colden saw it cursing that man was his good deed for the day.

Taking a large sip of his firewhiskey Colden began to think over the information he had been given by Maude. It had all come as quite a shock and he was still trying to process it all; he now knew he had his work cut out for him and although he was no stranger to hard work he was starting to get second thoughts. How on earth was he going to sneak past an auror? From the information he had heard there would be one inside Hogwarts castle; a difficulty he had not expected. They were trained professionals for goodness sake! He'd be sniffed out easily if he wasn't careful about how he played this. The disguise would be easy enough, he had his mother to thank for that, but a disguise only went so far. Just because he was a metamorph didn't mean that the task would be easy. One wrong word and he would be discovered...if he was still going to do this then he would have to try and work out how to use his ability around the ex auror and what would be the best way to play it. Pulling back his sleeve; Colden looked down at the dark mark that was burned into his skin and ran a finger along it. He usually used his metamorphic ability to remove any trace of it, but here he was amongst those who had supported the Dark Lord (even if they hadn't bore his mark) so there was no need to hide it. But as he stared down at it he felt a small amount of...regret.

He would never say it out loud, nor would he admit it if confronted but there was a part of Colden that regretted joining the Dark Lord. At the time it had seemed like a great idea, he had shared the same ideologies and had longed for power and to prove his worth. He'd had his own motives of course; he had known that one of the death eaters had been responsible for the murder of mother and had hoped to discover who it was and get revenge; finally allowing his mother to rest in peace and restoring the glory of his family name. But at the moment everything seemed to be revolving around Potter; and although he hated the kid he had hoped that they would have at least tried to take over the wizarding world by now. And Bellatrix was a lot more...unhinged then he had expected. It wasn't that he was afraid...okay perhaps he was a little afraid but could that really be helped? Bellatrix was completely nuts! She deserved to be locked up in a mental institution. But what else could he do? He had sworn his loyalty and alliance and he didn't know any other life. It seemed a little cliché but it was true; he had gown up in an orphanage and had been a nobody with no real future, he'd come to Hogwarts and amongst his peers had learned that he was better then everyone else and had come to believe in the ideologies of the Dark Lord. And then with some of his other fellow Slytherins he had joined the death eaters and now here he was. If he wasn't a death eater then he was a nobody and he couldn't go back to a life like that. But he would never leave, he still believed in their purpose and the dream; perhaps these feelings were more out of frustration then anything.

The door opened and two rather familiar wizards walked in; it was almost like a scene from one of those muggle westerns. As they walked in everything seemed to stop as the customers and bar staff alike all turned to see who had come in, but they didn't seem to be anyone who'd cause any trouble so everyone went back to what they were doing. As the two wizards approached the bar Colden just happened to overhear what they were saying [he was a spy, it was his job to eavesdrop and the conversation was very interesting indeed. Did you see him? The Dark Lord is here.

[/color] Turning slightly in their direction Colden continued to listen to what they were saying. I know, you'd think he'd be laying low; what with auroras starting to entangle themselves in here He was sure his Lord was okay and was in no real danger but he thought it best to still warn him. Finishing off his drink he pushed himself out of his seat and headed outside. He soon spotted he familiar figure and pushing past the crowds he approached him; bowing as he did. My lord Pausing he walked in front of his dark master and crossed his arms; wondering why on earth he was here. I've just heard that many of the ministry's auroras have infiltrated themselves here, perhaps we should go somewhere more discreet?

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[rissa]

Uprising



Rise Up and Take the Power Back

Voldemort knew that being out in the open like he was, even being in a dark alley, people would begin to talk. It was what people did best, flap their gums. Voldemort was sure they only liked to hear themselves talk, it didn't matter what they were speaking about, just that sound was coming from those vocal chords. But that didn't bother him in the slightest. It was so easy to choke the air from those chords, and he didn't even have to use his hands. Yes, it was not that difficult of a feat, but he knew that he could snuff the life out of those who spoke just to speak no problem. It was all to simple.

There was no need for him to hide. The whole wizarding world knew he was alive and gathering his minions again, and if they didn't, they soon would know when he made them genuflect to him. And if they didn't... why then they wouldn't be alive to wish they had. Everyone knew what the the Dark Lord had done, but they were not even aware of what he was capable of. That is why most were afraid of him. They had no idea what he could do to them, but they knew it would be painful. After all, he had gone after the Potters when Harry Potter had only been an infant, and Harry had been scarred for life by what he had done. And Voldemort delighted in that, that his mark was left on The Boy Who Had Lived.

But he wouldn't live for long, that was one thing Voldemort knew for soon. As adamant as he was not to fall to his side and become a Death Eater and one of his disciples. Voldemort knew that he could be great, but the Potter boy refused to give into him. He refused to come to the Dark Lord's side. He refused to see the truth. They were one and the same, Potter and Voldemort. Yes, Voldemort kept coming back to this, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to persuade the boy to his side. Together, they could rid the world of all the dirty blood. He would even go so far as to let him be his lieutenant. Voldemort could never concede enough to let the boy rule beside him, but he'd make him his second, that wasn't a problem.

Voldemort spied the young Colden Kerl approaching him. Bowing as he should, the young man questioned the Dark Lord's presence here. That was one of the things Voldemort despised the most. Why anyone would question him was beyond him and if he didn't see so much promise in the young man, he'd dispatch of him right then and there. “Your forget your place, boy,” the Dark Lord's voice sounded lowly, sounding more ominous than usual. “It is not your position to ask anything of me.” But he did not need to ask Kerl what he could do to him for such insubordination. He knew he knew. It wasn't needed to be voiced. “As for my presence among,” he looked out of the alley toward the witches and wizards passing by unbeknownst to the two in the dark alley and back to the boy, “you, I will not hide. The world knows I am here, there is no reason to stay hidden in the shadows.” Even if he was in the alley way, he found it a quiet place for him to cerebrate. He wasn't about to allow anyone to tell him where he should and should not be.

Never Be Afraid to Die

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