Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K.Rowling - this is merely a fanfiction, not to be taken seriously.
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I'm a fan of DMHG, but I prefer drama and action than the usual stuff written for relationships. You get what I mean, I hope. So if you're hoping for those lemony stuff, I don't think I can offer that.
Please review! Thanks :)
The wind howled tremendously around the building, causing the occupants to quiver with fear. The building itself was a sorry sight, with the whitewash peeling off in large patches and the roof tiles grubby and falling apart. The gloomy night was one torturous nightmare – the thin willow branches swayed precariously and there were occasional cracks which sent twigs hurtling across the road and the sound of shattered glass and terrified screams were eminent throughout. No longer were there stars shining brightly in the night sky – everything was in turmoil and there were car screeches almost every minute and a terrific BANG following after. The birds flew away in shock, hiding in their nests to avoid the beginnings of a terrible storm.
In one of the rooms of the old building was an eerie glow.
"My Lord, please, I didn't mean to..." the pitiful whimpering was heartrending, but it merely induced the Dark Lord to snort most vehemently.
"You didn't mean to, everyone didn't mean, no one ever MEANS to!" He snarled, whirling around on his seat, two yellowish-red eyes gleaming from a shadowed hood, boring like gimlets into the poor man's eyes. "And no one ever means to get the job done for me!"
"My Lord, it wasn't my fault, it was...it was..." then the man's eyes suddenly lost its pleading expression and immediately donned an enlightened look. "It was Dumbledore...he did everything...it's all his fault..."
The Dark Lord remained rigid for a while, before his creased hand gripped the couch edge so tightly that part of it was nearly ripped off. "Dumbledore..."
"Yes, my Lord, Dumbledore! He is responsible for everything, he thwarted your plans to get rid of Har -"
"You do not mention my plans explicitly!!" roared the Dark Lord in a sudden fit of rage that sent the man reeling backwards from the force of the words. The room was lighted up further with a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder made the petrified man jump. Then scattering raindrops could be heard outside, intensifying into a traumatising storm which made the wind howl even more ferociously. After a while, the Dark Lord turned towards the glowing fireplace and sniggered sinisterly. "I have had enough of your bumbling ways, minion! I will find another worthy follower - it is time."
The man's eyes widened with unbelievable horror. "Time? No, NO, my Lord, haven't I explained? Why do you need someone else when I am your most faithful servant? It was all Dumbledore's fault, it was all his work, I have been faithful, haven't I my Lord, very, oh please my Lord don't, don't do this to me..."
The Dark Lord snarled and turned around instantly. "Useless fools like you can't even get into the grounds of Hogwarts! What use do you have compared to if I get someone from within the walls of that cursed school?!!"
Then he raised his wand. Another flash of lightning. BOOM -
"NOOOO!!!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"