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Chapter 1
Voldemort sat at his table with is head in
his hands. He was getting old.
Like, really old. Harry Potter was also a contributor to Voldemort’s
sadness. Potter was close to finding Voldemort’s horcruxes. Voldemort roared in
frustration and pounded his fists on the table. His wand clattered to the
floor.
Voldemort
glared at his wand. He picked it up and blasted something in the corner of the
room.
“You
seem cross,” a voice said. The voice sounded about 18 years old and belonged to
a boy.
Voldemort
faced the voice, startled, but he dare not show it. “Whose there?” Voldemort asked in his high, hissing voice.
A boy
that looked about 18 stepped out of the shadows of the room. He had really
blonde hair and a scar running down his cheek. His eyes were blue and he wore a
white t-shirt and camouflage kaki shorts. His eyes sparkled in a way Voldemort
hadn’t seen since, well, he had last looked in a mirror.
“State
your name, boy,” Voldemort said, pointing his wand at the 18 year-old.
“Luke
Castellan,” the boy said, “I’m here to offer you something that will most
likely help you.”
Voldemort
looked at the boy curiously. He gestured to a chair with his wand hand, “Sit,
my child.”
Luke
walked over to the chair, his sword, Backbiter, clanging at his side. Voldemort
sat in his seat in one fluid motion.
“Now,”
Voldemort said, “What do you have to say?”
“I
know that you need help defeating one named Harry Potter,” Luke said.
Voldemort’s
eyes turned to flames, “I do not!”
Luke
smirked, “Don’t deny it. Potter is almost done finding all of the Horcruxes. He
has almost found the sword of Gryffindor. You are going to fail.” Luke said,
“If you don’t accept my offer.”
“I
cannot accept an offer if you have not said anything about it,” Voldemort said,
annoyed by the intruder. This boy had a lot of nerve coming to Voldemort, Lord Voldemort, and making a fool of him.
“My
army will help you with your upcoming war if you and your Death Eaters help me
with my upcoming war. I cannot succeed without your help and the same for you.”
Voldemort
eyed the boy, “There must be something else you need…”
Luke
sat back in his seat, smirking, “Nothing, Voldy. Only what I said.”
Voldemort’s
wand flicked at Luke. Luke yelped in pain. “I am the most powerful wizard in
the world and I am making a deal with a naïve, cocky, and insolent boy who is
on very thin ice. Convince me, boy! Why should I help a muggle?! Why haven’t I
killed you yet?” Voldemort raised his wand, ready to shout the killing curse at
Luke, and then Luke said, “I can offer you immortality.”
Voldemort
stopped, wand still raised. “Immortality? A stupid muggle can offer me immortality?
What game are you playing, boy?”
“My
master is Lord Kronos, the Titan of time. He has the power and he is willing to
grant you immortality for helping us. Immortality and a whole entire army to
help my cause.”
Voldemort
narrowed his eyes at Luke, “Who are you, really?”
“I am
Luke Castellan, demigod, Son of Hermes,” he winced at that, “Commander of the
Titan army under the glorious Lord Kronos.”
Voldemort
smiled, evilly, “Perfect.”
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So, that's the first chapter of the Fic... I'll post more if I get possitive feed back... Happy Late Valentine's Day (Or S.A.D day for all of us singles out there)!!
~JH
