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The room was silent, except for the barely audible sound of cloaks moving around in the semi-darkness. The air around me seemed thick and unmoving, and yet it seemed as it was cold enough to chill my very soul. Even as the hot August sun bore down on the earth outside, the cold, stone walls gave no comfort or heat. I felt alone. Even though I knew maybe hundreds were in my midst, the silence gave the room a feeling of incredible emptiness. And I sensed fear. Fear of what was to come. You you feel it in the air, it was everywhere. In the whispers, in the shivers, and on their faces. Fear was a cloud darkening the room.
"The plan is set," Father told me weeks ago, "and you are involved." I was confused. What plan? What plan could this world need? And I was involved? Why me?
My father explained.
I didnt know that I was too participate in one of the Dark Lord's greatest operations. I didnt know that I was supposed to save the Death Eaters from destruction. I didnt know that my life was going to be forever changed. No, I didnt know. I wish I still didnt.
I was happy then, even though I wore a mask of cold hatred, I was happy. I knew my life appeared to be dark and depressing, but underneath my father's gloom, I survived. Yes, I was happy before lies and deciet invaded my life, before love and passion washed over my soul, I was content.
I had just finished my 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, almost at the top of my class. I left with fond memories that now seem extremly distant and unreal. I never heard of movements of Voldemort of any of his followers, and neither did anyone else. I thought we were all safe. But of course I was wrong. As wrong as I could possibly be.
Voldemort recieved information from spies in the Ministry that Dumbledore was trusting one of his students with top secret information, information that held the key to to Voldemort and the Death Eater's destruction. So he kept quiet in hiding, formulating a plan. He could not afford to lose such information, for he was still on his rise to power. He needed someone inside the school to retrieve it for him. But not a teacher, a student. Little did I know that I was chosen to pry deep into peoples lives for him, that I was to look for buried secrets in a sea of lies.
No, I didnt know.
Thats why I was brought to the stone dungeon. To hear about the plan.
The plan that would change the entire course of my life.
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