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Post by BFBGADMIN on Aug 13, 2011 21:02:23 GMT -5
HE WILL RISE AGAIN.
Blood dripped from the walls outside of the Great Hall. Students gathered around, mouths agape as they speculated who would be rising once more. Hushed whispers echoed through the corridors, whispers of the name, 'You-Know-Who.' But nay, it is not Voldemort they should be worried about. A boy, in his fourth year, smiled to himself among the crowd; he was the culprit. The chicken blood was still dripping from his fingertips, but his classmates were too distracted by the rumors flocking through the children to notice the soft dripping sound the blood made as it fell onto the floor beneath them.
He was a scheming young boy who had discovered the Veil that lay hidden in the Department of Mysteries. He had heard the voices in his dreams, the voices from beyond the Veil. He had heard the voice of none other than Salazar Slytherin. It would be a while, he knew, until he could free the man from the world of the dead, but until then, he would be reassembling his followers. Until then, he would be reforming the Death Eaters, and it would start here:
"Morsmorde," the boy muttered in the confines of the Forbidden Forest. Light spewed from his wand, a skull shaping itself in the sky for the first time in over 20 years, despite the fact that the Dark Mark was not the symbol of the lord he served, he knew he would be proud, "he will rise once more."
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